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Burned out

My heart it burned with a thousand flames
The purist moonlit nights could not compare
But time has passed and I'm lost in the names
I'm transfixed in the dark with an empty stare.

How can I remain within arm's reach
When you won't look me deep in the eyes
The length of time that I must bleach
Within my pain and my awful cries.

You looked upon me a moments grace
Made me happy beyond life compared
But you've gone and disappeared without a trace
Only after i've stayed and all is bared.

Am I such to live a lonely life?
To wait for you till a whim sets right?
Overlooking my constant strife
In hope to see a greater light?

In truth, my heart with you remains
Though not sure what it's all about
With you my pain and blood it stains
As my passion has burned out.

Live your life as you've thought it fit
I just can't go on living ignored
But don't be surprised if you get bit
Knowing it's only you I adored.

I've waited, waited far too long
I'm like the candle burning through the drought
Now I've reached the finale of my song
My heart it's gone and burned out.
©2007-2009 ~xSilentOmenx
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another poem, only thing I seem to be able to do decently

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GRAMMAR NAZI(tm) wuz here.

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heh, yeah I didn't spell check this one. In all honesty, I felt like crap when I wrote it so I just.... didn't feel to bother. I'll edit it so it doesn't get tossed into scraps or something later

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An interesting conversation with me and a friend.

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Me:........ *refraining from laughing*
Friend:... okay... how about you?
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XD write more when you can

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I don't see why you don't like it. The rhyme is good, so is the rhythm; admittedly it's a little depressing but I find poetry tends to reflect what you feel as you write and it makes it seem more sincere.

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I'm not always partial to most of my works.... since they often burden forms of pain and keep some of my harsher times alive. I remember the circumstances of each one I write, and occassionally I regret my expressions. Perhaps that's what appeals to other people. That emotional connection that has my resentment.... and the attachment of others.

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An interesting conversation with me and a friend.

Friend: I'm a Master debater and I'd love to get into politics.
Me:........ *refraining from laughing*
Friend:... okay... how about you?
Me:You've inspired me to be a critic!
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I like emotional poety. I guess that yes, it does connect reader to author so maybe that's why I like it.

I can also see why you wouldn't like it. I have the same problem with remembering scenarios, but I think of it as a learning curve. These were your feelings and maybe by looking back on it, you may learn to understand what really happened in those hard times.

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Well, I took a moment to think out my response to this one, because I wanted it thought out. I have a few...... oddities mentally. I suppose I will bring some light to this one.

The big one that relates to me is that I have a random recollective memory. In other words, I still recall instances from.... as far back as when I was 6 years old that can be irrelevant to today and to many.... foolish. Mentally, my mind actually relives the events though I don't physically experience it. I don't actually think the event is going on, but everything I felt at the time of that event I feel over again as if it just happened. It's why I dislike my connection to the poems. Don't get me wrong, I still like to write them, I just grow to regret writing some of my more..... upsetting pieces that connect to me. I still love them and wouldn't delete them, but they do get to me too.

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An interesting conversation with me and a friend.

Friend: I'm a Master debater and I'd love to get into politics.
Me:........ *refraining from laughing*
Friend:... okay... how about you?
Me:You've inspired me to be a critic!
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That can't be nice.

Your memories are hardly foolish and to be connected to them so strongly, especially from what I gather to be some particularly turbulent times, must be painful. I don't know if I can understand that, though it certainly doesn't distance me.

How often do you go back to read your old works?

Maybe what provokes such a strong reaction is the fact that the issue in hand hasen't been thoroughly worked through?

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