A thousand lives

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  • nini2323
  • I once knew everything, and now I know nothing.

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first draft be gentle lol

A thousand lives

I have lived a thousand lives in one, I have been a gypsy at night selling my magical trinkets to the masses, those living on the hope of a new love, in the wake of great loss, Giving myself to those who will take me

I have been a child of a world that has for too long been dead, Wintery white and full of ashes, Pale like I once was, When rosy cheeks turn white and cold.

 I have been a mother, holding the tiny body in my heart in my soul, Wanting nothing more then to let this child grow and flourish in a world that will eventually choke her Praying she won't know this kind of despair

 I have been left alone Saved by the boy whose wings no longer beat whose heart no longer beats whose hands will never again beat.

 I have left myself as something etheral floating above the water that has become my only solace. my only companion my only lover. And now in this life, I am broken beaten naked alone, I am pure, white,cold

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bforibus commented on A thousand lives

11-03-2009

wow. such exposure. it was a dying task for this character to rip open their soul and present it to the world. beautifully written. great job

1990lh commented on A thousand lives

10-06-2009

ok love the imagery excellent job and i really enjoyed the poem i was interested all the way through. nice

WinterFrost commented on A thousand lives

10-06-2009

It feels a little sad. But more as a distant memory of sadness. As if floating in the ether you can remember not being there. nice poem

chucky1982 commented on A thousand lives

10-05-2009

wow nini i like this its kinda dark and i love the dark stuff. this left me wondering ha ha.bravo

Rygar commented on A thousand lives

10-05-2009

wow, very impressive, i like your style on this one, it has intrigued me to read more :)

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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