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A dagger to the heart
it bleeds like a unending ocean
Wasted time spent trying
to find a place where hurt no longer exist.
Do I blindly chase a dream?
Like mist it surrounds me forever hindering
my search.
Feeling untouched, my heart
beats to a rhythm unknown to me.
Why do you hide
from me in the mist?
Why do you stay away?
Like the mist I will never find
What is ment to be.
A search undefind a heart left to bleed.
06-09-2009
06/09/2009
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| You Said | 8 | 06/11/2009 |
| Forever | 6 | 06/09/2009 |
| Drifting | 3 | 06/09/2009 |
| Unsettled | 2 | 06/09/2009 |
| Through time | 7 | 06/09/2009 |
| Search | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| A Letter To You, (Part !) | 2 | 06/05/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Not right | 5 | 06/05/2009 |
| Forgotten | 3 | 05/21/2009 |
| What is peace? | 2 | 05/21/2009 |
| Untitled | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| Slumber Bliss | 3 | 05/21/2009 |
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