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The Eclectic Pen - Confession at Dusk

By: Eva L. (wearetrees)   + 37 more  
Date Submitted: 11/21/2008
Last Updated: 11/17/2009
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 62

  Let me suggest
the impossible
with you sitting next to me
(and the budding heads of sage
as witnesses)
I am alone here somehow

You burn a hole in me
deeper than your love for me
The inconceivable truth happens to be
the only truth
I know by heart
and when I
when I
it is because you allow me
to sing my joy
but not my solitude
my bedside manner
but not my madness

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ericjasongastelum - 11/22/2008 12:47 AM ET
sing your solitude, sing your madness. sing long like a fifty year prison sentence. breathe loud and deep like the men in their wheelchairs with the hole in their neck. you're words glow in my mind like firefly insides smeared on my skin. burning, like a star for more, after i read your lyrics of life over and over. reading til the words aren't words with meaning. blinding the prisims in my eyes just wishing someone would write the words you write, for me.
Ellen H. (OWNIE) - 11/24/2008 2:40 AM ET
Lovely and interesting; thought provoking and inspiring!
Marta J. (booksnob) - 11/24/2008 8:56 AM ET
Beautiful; gave me goose bumps!
Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin) - 11/25/2008 7:56 AM ET
love this Eva
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