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a lonely heart
filled with echoes of love
empty, none-the-less
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originally posted 14 March 2010
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artwork ~ “Bleeding Heart” Georgia O’Keeffe
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Tag Archives: tortured love
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Filed under micropoetry, NaBloPoMo, poetry, Post-A-Day2013, redux, tortured love
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a year can feel unreal …..too far away
to see how to get there
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a day can feel like it will never end
when faced with obstacles
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or a day can feel like the wind
carried it away much too soon
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an hour can feel like eternity
when waiting for an answer
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a moment can feel like forever
if your heart is breaking in two
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originally posted 28 March 2010
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artwork ~ “Time” Alexander Liberman
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lyrics ~
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time has gone, the song is over,
thought I’d something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
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Filed under NaBloPoMo, poetry, Post-A-Day2013, redux, tortured love
°५ ॰ऌ॰ ° lost my religion ° ॰ऌ॰ ९°
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i glorified you
thought it was love
maybe so…
maybe so…
you basked in my devotion
pretended to love me
addicted to the adoration
and the power it gave you
i worshiped you
until the day
you laughed at my love
thinking it wouldn’t matter
in that moment
i lost my religion
knew you were no good
…..no god
i revered you
learned it wasn’t really love
even so…
even so…
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thank you to my Sista Poet Fireblossom at Shay’s Word Garden for reminding me of this song
“Losing My Religion” Anouk
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artwork ~ “Poème d’amour” (Love Poem) Hans Hofmann
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lyrics {or an approximation} ~
Oh life, it’s bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I’ve said enough
That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep an eye on you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I’ve said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
Well, consider this
Consider this the end of the century
Consider this, as well
It brought me to my knees, Hell
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep an eye on you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
Try, try, try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream….
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Filed under NaBloPoMo, poetry, Post-A-Day2013, Post-A-Week2013, tortured love
ฐ ◦ณ· · oh, this love is unrequited · ·ณ◦ ฐ
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seeing you…
is unexpected
like finding a hundred dollar bill
or a stash of chocolate you forgot you’d hidden
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fancying a kiss
all breath escapes my lips
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contemplating your touch
my body quivers uncontrollably
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you walk past
…unseeing
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artwork ~ “Poem for a Lover” Brett Whiteley
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my gratitude to Ainsley Allmark for his input
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lyrics ~
Once again it’s happening
Oh, this love is unrequited
Twice the pain, the suffering
Oh, my love is unrequited
Oh, my love is unrequited
That must mean I live again
And get back what I gave my men
Get back what I lost to them
Oh, the shame
This crying game
Oh, my love I’ve been denied it
Oh, my love is unrequited
And I know it so well
I could play with the beat
Looking back at myself
While the violin plays
And blue is my tune
Another stitch to my wound
Another inch in this thread
And I know it all too well
When once again it’s happening
Oh, my love has gone divided
Oh, my love is unrequited
Oh, my love is unrequited
Oh, my love is unrequited
Oh, my love is unrequited
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Filed under NaBloPoMo, poetry, Post-A-Day2013, tortured love
/ heart shaped box / \ { in celebration of the third blogoversary }
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you put me in this box
hoping what?
that you could keep me to yourself?
that you could subdue me into loving you?
that i would suffocate and die?
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don’t you realize you can’t hold me this tight?
my resolve will only deepen
i will pull further away
…..pull harder
pull longer
until
you have to release me
one way or another
for i am stronger than you think
there is nothing you can force me to do
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you do not have the power
to berate me
to degrade me
to enslave me
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you cannot take my heart
for i am not willing to give it
you cannot damage my soul
for i will not let you touch it
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it is your soul
in this box made of your evil thoughts
fouled beyond salvation
thinking you are in control
thinking my life is in your hands
you can kill nothing
but this body
this
body
which
has
no
true
meaning
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you will only destroy yourself
for my memory will forever be in your mind
haunting each and every little thought
filling them with curses
which are only the truth
about you…..
hell will seem like paradise
by the time i’ve finished with you
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originally posted 9 August 2011
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photograph by Ruth Bernhard
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