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Island of the night

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10-13-2009 at 01:40:43 PM

Island of the night


Hearts break
without a sound
tears fall
with the silence
of the night
empty hands
reach for naught
and flesh turns cold
from the loneliness
left in your wake.
Looking back
how foolish I became
self inflicted
the blindness
consumed all thought
perverted truths
and led me here
to this island
of the night
where emotional beatings
are self inflicted
and I willingly stay
until healed
until willing
to love again.


Critique this please, Im at a loss as to why my writings aren' moving people. I know I seldom punctuate, 'cuz I break on words.

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10-23-2009 at 03:51:20 AM

Re: Island of the night

Please critique this scribe.

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11-02-2009 at 05:21:03 PM

Re: Island of the night

I really wouls like some feedback, PLEASE!!!

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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.
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