Bittersweet Ending

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by wild-flowers, Mar 30, 2010.

  1. wild-flowers

    wild-flowers forever arbitrary

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    Bittersweet Ending

    The water hits my skin, and i’m drawn to the heat
    Like a locust to a lamp
    Victim to it’s own essentiality
    I hold my shoulders and I long for you.
    I imagine your warm fingertips drawing my silhouette
    A silent mockery to the perfect framework you make present in my glass shower.
    Empty and desolate....a common companion.
    The water, hot, drips down my curvature.
    My lips pressed against my shoulder
    Eyes tight, fighting the inevitable
    They will never quench my thirst, not like you.
    Drenched in my contemporary refinements
    You redefine me
    Fluttering freely to an imminent end
    I’am the locust, and you are my lamp


    And bittersweet ending.
     
  2. Dancing til Dawn

    Dancing til Dawn Senior Member

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    :cool: lady ... me likes
    xxx
     
  3. gorilla warfare

    gorilla warfare Member

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    i don't understand and therefore don't like a lot poetry, but i liked this. you're a good writer in my eyes.


    (and now i am done stalking you haha)
     
  4. Sea_C

    Sea_C Member

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    Nice one! Great imagery and feel.
     
  5. MelzDope

    MelzDope Member

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    love the imagery. nice work
     
  6. Elogy

    Elogy Member

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    hot!
     
  7. wild-flowers

    wild-flowers forever arbitrary

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  8. Olympic-Bullshitter

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    Many creative acts are solitary, such as writing and painting, which can be the doorway to reflection and insight. In order to find the right words or expressive image, the creator has to go deeper within to a place of non-ego, a surrendering to the creation itself. As writers, we often look back at what we have written and wonder where the words have come from as we have little memory of having written them. It is as if we had dissolved into the creation of the writing.
     

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