Untitled ShesLeavingHome: Pages and pages an empty heart’s wages. For none filled and contented shall bother. For ages and ages the empty soul rages and fills up the hole like no other. Alliteration is a familiar temptation that leads me to where I am now. The night sopping wet my every regret stares in through the window at me.
And cling, how I cling, to any little thing that leads me to believe I’ll come through. But the one who should help me does nothing but berate me. Oh, it’s just as well. He lives in his own little hell.
What of this sadness that leads me to care less? The folly and blunder that’s dragging me under gagging and gasping for breath, repressing your anger and increasing the danger for us.
Re:Untitled teacherwriterguy: Thought this one was gorgeous, SLH - I love when rhyme can exist in its own space without calling attention to itself.
"Pages and pages an empty heart wages.."
"The folly and blunder that's dragging me under..."
"Repressing your anger and increasing the danger..."
"Alliteration is a familiar temptation..."
And I really responded to that last one - poetry is such an easy outlet sometimes, it pulls you to it with the hope that you can solve things by writing about them.
Well, Ojar does that too, now doesn't it? :)
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Re:Untitled ShesLeavingHome: [quote author=teacherwriterguy link=board=17;threadid=11553;start=0#msg93827 date=1116177338">
Thought this one was gorgeous, SLH - I love when rhyme can exist in its own space without calling attention to itself.
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Thanks.
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And I really responded to that last one - poetry is such an easy outlet sometimes, it pulls you to it with the hope that you can solve things by writing about them.
Well, Ojar does that too, now doesn't it? :)
twg
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It sooo does. :)
