Lost Touch

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  • Sadness

    Lost Touch

     The cracks in my mind
    Were  never really mended
    I'd hope they'd be
    Yet they never were
    You still found your way in
    Though I tried so hard
    To keep you away
    To shun you
    Get out of my head
    I'm hurting
    Because of you
    All because of you
    My only love
    The only desire
    Constant madness
    This uneasy state of mind
    You
    Pull me over
    The insane
    I am
    Not normal
    When you
    Are near
    When you
    Look at me
    I am captivated
    By beauty
    Thrown
    To and fro
    Gaining little
    But not
    Enjoying this
    I don't like this
    This unending fire
    The waters of the earth
    Have not quenched it
    Have not wet it down
    But have made it worse
    I have gone
    And left
    Never to return
    This spirit
    Has not been crushed
    But driven mad by
    Divinity
    Your power
    My love
    See the whispers
    Over the horizon
    And the mist pull over
    A blanket of night
    Destroy what we
    Stood for
    And that
    Was
    Each other

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    oddone commented on Lost Touch

    11-29-2010

    Aw this is both heartbreaking and genius. I really hope poetry is helping you, I know it helps me think when I feel like I can't any other way... If that made sense
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    HarverTomsson commented on Lost Touch

    11-28-2010

    NIght moves can undo a day's resolve. Love the tension and the burlesqued protest. Relaionships are a pain . . we choose to engage for the moments of euphoria promised. Harv
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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