The time it takes

by pinkalias   May 5, 2005


The time it takes to round this cycle shall lose itself within a storyline
A breathtaking view of lost things, desired to an extent then vanquished in memory
Scars seem bleeding for a perpetuity of useless pain till’ true images are portrayed through past glances
Years of hungry tears and desperate efforts to relive a fairytale fade with a grown intellect and torn empathy

The time it takes to break the burning ties will render them nothing but empty rants
Rambling vents, which gazing back left the bearer with nothing but persuaded nightmares
Blades scorn the everglades of healing stones, but do not doubt the continued route
Though deepest wounds shall crust and bleed at an exceeding rate that shall not cease, lesser bruises shall fade with ongoing days

The time it takes for heated sobs to relinquish form shall be an extended breach of black roads
To relapse tragedy would feel a bitter relief of temporary bliss, but to burn through this past for a decade would provide for lost wings
Desire to break and sleep through shattered words tempts the drowning heart into a hopeless drift of rounding sobs
Live through the hell, burn through the glass, bear all wounds and declare all symphonies born from regret
To endure this shall bring forth a series of lullabies and the ability to look back upon ashes and sing

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  • 12 years ago

    by Bret Higgins

    As always, when I read a poem one line always seems to gather my main focus. In this case it is:

    "Blades scorn the everglades of healing stones, but do not doubt the continued route"

    It brings to mind a vision of the wisest determination. Thoughtful and wary of the trouble ahead required to finish the journey complete, whole.

    Of course, this may not be the intention of this line, but I can read a poem over and over and get a different story every time.

    Nice work, well written with care and patience.

    B

  • 12 years ago

    by TAinted vįŕťues

    Hey thanx fro the comment, means a lot...i am not good a tcomments nemore so i am gonna read thru all ur stuff and vote < will do it slowly > and stuff. neways loved this one its a 5..

    Though deepest wounds shall crust and bleed at an exceeding rate that shall not cease, lesser bruises shall fade with ongoing days

    the above line was b'ful i mean it...positively scintilating

    bye bye

  • 12 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    Smashing…
    "The time it takes to round this cycle shall lose itself within a storyline"
    An incredible beginning-the wording is like a slide unto the rest.
    "Though deepest wounds shall crust and bleed at an exceeding rate that shall not cease, lesser bruises shall fade with ongoing days"
    You sing a vivid fortitude...
    "Desire to break and sleep through shattered words tempts the drowning heart into a hopeless drift of rounding sobs"
    This poem is restless! The imagery and emotion makes your words glow.
    Bravo~

  • 12 years ago

    by EpithetPoet

    Wow, i'm just always blown away by your words. Very beautiful and thought provoking.
    -A