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I find that heartache is a risk that I am willing to take.
I feel that no one understands where these shoes have walked to.
I now cry... give me a moment.
I never said that the roads I take were easy to drive upon.
I never said that the complacation of completion was easy.
I wish that sometimes the letter "L" was never mention, but what would love be if I didn't try it.
I find that chances are winning and losing them! Shit now what are the odds of that!
I wanted everyone to feel what its like! To be fearful, to be...
I find sometimes when we feel that not even words can express it.
I wrote this to let you know my art of poetry, and my pain from it.
I sometimes used to think that art was painting and using colors like no other, but my art is a picture, which is painted on love, with words.
 I now can't feel.
I now have nothing
I now, am sore
I now find there is no I in together.



Blackheath 09/24/09

Dedication to my fiance'

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dahlusion commented on I

01-21-2010

This is a wonderful lament expressed with such poetic delivery

prophesy commented on I

01-13-2010

my last thought was there is no more marrying, the vows hold not anymore strenth. to be confused is not a spirit of god. this is our promise this love. cry young, for you feel from your root, open your eyes unto anew passion of truth, it will exit out all error. i enjoy your writings. /love n lite. ms. poet

Zep commented on I

10-26-2009

Did you mean: complication of completion? If not I don't know what you're meaning hear. The picture is love, yes. But a picture painted with concerns and doubts is what I felt at first, then a letting go of fear, telling the other how it is to be loved, not showing love. For love is happy. Yes, love hurts sometimes all kinkds of love. But when we see love in a picture, it is usually happy. But since I'm not a professional poet, I can be objective and rate this poem accordingly. Well written, needs more happy expression.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Blackheath1’s Poems (13)

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Title Comments
I 3
Plain Writing 2
To my Understanding 1
Symphony Of Love 3
Remembering Me 0
Can't Take Away 2
This is My Reason 2
Untitled( Just Felt Like Writing than Crying) 0
God's Got a Blessing to Spare 3
Untitled( A man's verse to his woman) 0
Untitled ( It's just me being me) 2
Mother Nature’s Flower Buds 2
Image 4