Getting Through : Creative Writing
I have yet to dream
from mia1 - Saturday, November 04, 2006
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I have yet to dream,
of an uncomplicated you,
where simplicity wears out the senses,
and passion drives the blood.
I have yet to see,
the turbulent side, where the temperature rises,
and the heart beats fast.
Did they kill you my heart?
Did they drain the life-blood from your veins?
Are you alive?
I dream of a heart that beats strong.
A throat that cries with passion.
A mind that is clear and unfazed.
But I look at you.
I can't help but love you.
and I cry.
I will always love you.
I will give you time.
Do I pray?
The gods look on us with jealous lust and their cries will go unheard.
I will never listen.
As I lie here awake, your soft breathing arouses my senses,
your presence enfolds me.
You are a part of me.
I need you like the wind needs the sea.
There is no other.
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Thursday, January 25, 2007 - 19:58
I just read this poem, and it really got to me. Lately, I have been doing a lot of cult-related work, and I may have been over-intellectualizing, and this poem seemed to cut rught to the heart of our losses. Thank you for this poem, it went deep. I acknowlege I am no great poetry reader, so I am not pretending to offer a critique, but it got to me. Thanks again. Mike M.
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