tonight
I cannot think of angels...
No nor witches either
I cannot fan the flames that lie dying yet again
tonight
I will not seek redemption
No nor solace even
I cannot bridge the distance that grows longer everyday
tonight
I'll dream of echoes
those words that had been writ
of every wasted whisper
now muted bit by bit
whoever thought they'd live on
whoever thought they'd shine
made every magic moment
yet another glass of wine
and tonight
will be the damning
of another nasty mile
erasing every tremor
with calmly practised guile
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tonight
there'll be no shadows
no lurking frightened eyes
no coat to give you cover
no food for telltale highs
the bed of thorns is breaking
the dark lord strikes again
the steel inside is cracking
and silence gnaws the pain
Tired fingers aching mind
No glory left to see
All alone on stormy seas
Fighting still to be
So close your eyes and listen
Lay your head on me awhile
Let the fever flow out gently
As I will your heart to smile
So won't you let go for a bit
and rest your faith in me
and let me fetch you just this once
a steaming cup of tea?
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19 comments:
although on second thoughts
forget the cup of tea
just take me in your arms
and try to comfort me
Beautiful! :)
-& musical too. I'd imagine tip-toe dancing on that... =D
cj: naughty boys get strong medicine and suspect tea, so cheer up gramps and hug yourself :P
merryweather: why do I like the sound of that...merry go round
cj: naughty boys get strong medicine and suspect tea, so cheer up gramps and hug yourself :P
merryweather: why do I like the sound of that...merry go round
Love the free-flow, the finality in the moments woven in the words, love your urgings to let go....and who wouldn't?
does the multiple answer mean that i have to hug myself twice?
My God, Inkblot, this is awesome. I admire your work; I visit Discharge and I'm so glad to have you on Bloodless, but it's about time I go to the real source. You have no idea how real this poem is to me. Forgive me for not telling you the choice lines, but it as a totality, has great impact.
A cup of tea is solution for all? Nicely written
aradhita: there's also the flipside here- how does one decide which is better?
cj: its all about interpretation. how many do you need?
enemy of the republic: wonderful to have you here. Glad you liked it. and I'm not guessing...
shreemoyee: it's a beginning...?
and thanks
Healing words for my soul when I feel that all love is lost. Beautiful...
Do you write for a living?
So many dexterously woven dark images, like being in the midst of a storm. It's just that one can't decide whether to take cover or stay in the eye!
fuck! i cant write anymore... i keep thinking and try put words to my thoughts, but i cant!!!
how do you write so?
:)
So won't you let go for a bit
and rest your faith in me
and let me fetch you just this once
a steaming cup of tea?
Beautiful and rhythmically so! something like a magic healing write! I'd love to escape into this! :p
doc:never as much to take cover I suppose!
sinusoidally: wish I did! :(
aparna: patience my dear. will come. don't really know the trick though- just grab the moment when it does- I do.
ichatterali: really? thanks. and you have to believe all is never lost...
cherie: vermin eh.. :D
pb: your welcome :)
i love the flow! it's soothing and jagged all at once... brilliantly done!
Loved it!
shadowlor: thanks. jagged edges can be soothing too :P
san: you did???
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