Crescendo

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    Crescendo

             

          You won't feel it yet...
    But it will sneak up on you-
                          when you least expect..


    Then it will all come rushing in...
    consuming and devouring-
    replacing feelings that haven't been..

    Slowly it will turn you inside out-
    vunerability seeping through
              like a spout..
     

    Regret over riding the animosity
    that once was-
    realizing it wasn't a lost cause..

    What seemed shallow before..
    now takes you deeper-
                                    wanting evermore...
       

    Percieve them what you will-
    memories will blanket what
                            you can't fulfill..
         

    The past frowns...
    while the future is bleak-

    Coming to the realization-
    that we all are just as weak..

    When all the hate..finally subsides
    it leaves  your heart wide open
    with no place to hide.....

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    lightcourier commented on Crescendo

    06-23-2009

    Combine this with bellicose and there is quite the recipe. I like the "we are all just as weak" line. Nice work. Thanks!

    Amare13

    06/29/2009

    Thanx so much for the great comments..I look forward to reading your work..Amare

    StandingBear commented on Crescendo

    05-29-2009

    Ahh, the genuine heart of a hopeless romantic never dies. Forever optimistic no matter the previous paths. Great write. 10

    Amare13

    05/30/2009

    Yes..forever a romantic.. Thanx for the comment..love your stuff-

    Hampton commented on Crescendo

    05-28-2009

    You have a very unusual style that is mesmerizing. I give this one a 10 and look forward to reading your other poems.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

    Amare13’s Poems (8)

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