Just Disappear

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Just Disappear

Once gushing falls from the deep ponds gone dry,
For everynight a wet pillow touches her cheek
Gripping the swollen flesh...the pain throbs quick
Yet nothing surpasses the throbs
Of the resolute surrender to one's fate.

Wanting to disappear...just disappear!
Being a ghost to one's sorrows
For the loudness of her laments are thrown back to earth's burrows
Silently....secretly she descends to her dearth
Awaiting to succumb to the harsh erosion of the earth

Time doesn't heal....makes it even more painful
Efforts to dissolve...the sigh of death she is ever so grateful
For ears and eyes refuses to hear and see
Whatever's written at the bottom of her sea.

~~phoenixhope06.01.09

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DavidRayy commented on Just Disappear

08-07-2009

MAGNIFCENTLY WRITTEN....AND TIME CAN ONLY HEAL IF YOU ALLOW IT TO.........Y.L.L.I.W.

rollerderby commented on Just Disappear

07-27-2009

Even the sea has a bottom and no mountain is so high that love can't conqueror it. I know I've seen the mountains and been at the bottom of the sea. You say that time only makes the ache worse, some day love will awaken and the loss will fade as the new memories find a way in to the depths of your soul... Wonderful poem dear.

phoenixhope

07/30/2009

You gave me a tinge of hope...thank you! I needed that!

ladydraeko commented on Just Disappear

06-03-2009

The imagery in this poem is fantastic it really drew me into what you wrote. That is an awesome poem and speaks to me thanks so much for sharing keep it up!!!! HUGS

Lazarus commented on Just Disappear

06-02-2009

very frighteningly real,from any perspective,"the release of all reason",eased,slowly tearing the fabric of time's perspective. "all to known to me",summit",Adrift of sea"

phoenixhope

06/03/2009

Thanks for that...only a few could

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

phoenixhope’s Poems (19)

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My Peering Sun 5
A Corpse Amiss 9
Why Open My Eyes? 10
Thoughts for Friends 1
Two Sides Of A Silver Coin 1
The Promise of a Heavy Road 6
Fresh Dove of Light 2
Just Disappear 4
Numbed and Turned to Dust 5
OCEANS 12
Doomed For Life? 3
Ignored! 3
Free To Do What You Want 4
Dragging Torments 1
Devoured and Consumed! 2
Dejected! 2
Vision Of You 1
Don't Ever Tell Me 2
Phoenix That Doesn't Fly 4