Mud and memories

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Poetic Seraph
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Sun Apr 26, 2009 3:47 pm

The dust on this long forgotten road stays in between my toes

Coloring my sore bare feet grey

... the color of the sky the last time we spoke

Glimpses of what once was walk beside me

But speech is never provoked

What is left to say when words were never enough

... and always too much

Thick moist air weighs heavy on my breathing

I kneel down and rest my hands in this dirt

Memories of fingertips and lucious lips flash before my eyes

Needed to get away when you were leaving

Lies in apologies disguised...

My heart had never forseen how this would hurt

I raise my head to the sky as the clouds begin to cry

As if God and all the angels can feel my pain

Soon my hair is soaked

As are my clothes, my soul, my skin

Slowly I get up out of this mud of "foregone" and "forsaken"

As I whisper you one last message in the wind:

"Thanks for the lessons learned, keep what you have taken

But a sucker for your love I'll never be again"
cornelius
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Thu Apr 30, 2009 4:12 pm

when i was reading this,i kind of had the feeling you where

talking about lost love, but the last two lines have left me debating.

somebody echo in their thoughts, so we break it down!

nice, but sad.
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Thu Apr 30, 2009 4:14 pm

alright folks, read it again and now i get it. sharp
brooks
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Thu Apr 30, 2009 4:30 pm

i think its about a lost love cornelius!

beautiful lines ps. i love the play on words and paradoxes.[quote name="Poetic Seraph"]The dust on this long forgotten road stays in between my toes

Coloring my sore bare feet grey

... the color of the sky the last time we spoke

Glimpses of what once was walk beside me

But speech is never provoked

What is left to say when words were never enough

... and always too much[/quote]

thats provoking, especiall d last line

[quote name="Poetic Seraph"]Thick moist air weighs heavy on my breathing

I kneel down and rest my hands in this dirt

Memories of fingertips and lucious lips flash before my eyes

Needed to get away when you were leaving

Lies in apologies disguised...

my favourite lines.

beautiful piece ps, beautiful. kinda reminds me of my own piece. MEMORIES

My heart had never forseen how this would hurt[/quote]
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Fri May 01, 2009 11:28 am

Memories like mud / dirt that u' be tryna wash away but doesn't seem to go away, bad / good memories, confused memories :? that u' wanna let go but it hurts jus' like dry mud on tender skin...thats the picture I see from this piece.

Nice delivery poet.

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Poetic Seraph
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Tue May 05, 2009 2:56 pm

thx peeps. it is about lost love, but the love only being real for 1 person and fake for the other person. thx a lot for the comments, i def appreciate it. my pc crashed, so i'm tryin to catch up in this internetcafe. still got a lot to read!!
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Thu May 07, 2009 12:52 pm

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Emotion painted in color, color made from words.

welcome back.
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Wed May 20, 2009 10:34 am

damn u r so good with the words painting artstic pictures in the mind of ur audience..............nice word play and descriptions.................every time its always a great work.......................
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by Poetic Seraph on Sun Apr 26, 2009 12:47 pm

The dust on this long forgotten road stays in between my toes

Coloring my sore bare feet grey

... the color of the sky the last time we spoke

Glimpses of what once was walk beside me

But speech is never provoked

What is left to say when words were never enough

... and always too much


Thick moist air weighs heavy on my breathing

I kneel down and rest my hands in this dirt

Memories of fingertips and lucious lips flash before my eyes

Needed to get away when you were leaving

Lies in apologies disguised...

My heart had never forseen how this would hurt

I raise my head to the sky as the clouds begin to cry

As if God and all the angels can feel my pain

Soon my hair is soaked

As are my clothes, my soul, my skin

Slowly I get up out of this mud of "foregone" and "forsaken"

As I whisper you one last message in the wind:

"Thanks for the lessons learned, keep what you have taken

But a sucker for your love I'll never be again"
I've been there, i def can feel your pain sistah.

Words are too much and yet not enough to describe

I like the imagery in the first stanza

The theme is not overplayed, properly wove the metaphor of life's journey around a love story albeit a broken sad one.

All the same good piece, once again.
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