Tuesday, August 9, 2011

I Still Live In My Past!

All these times, I still live in my past,
Wearing a mask even indoors,
At midnight, starring into darkness
With phantoms, roaming above the floors.
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Quiet entourages of hometown Gods and Demons,
They follow me like my shadow,
Holding a knife to my throat
when solitude sneaks in via the window.
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Blocking out disconcerting sentiments,
Looking up at stars, that shine bright,
I wonder what are the driving elements
sending them our way on a glint of light.
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My entry to Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 47, Theme: history and stories.




Alphabe-Thursday: Q is for questions




13 comments:

  1. Absolutely beautifully written. Wow.

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  2. Well done! I felt tremendous nostalgia just reading it.

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  3. I got over that last year. It was great!!

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  4. What an intriguing poem. I agree that it has a haunting feel to it.

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  5. Hello.
    This is a sad, haunting poem.

    You penned it nicely.

    Thanks for sharing.

    I'm here:
    Quiet Winds Of The Night

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  6. That was eerie deary! smiles..

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  7. Very lonely feel to this. Quetioning. Wondering.

    Here's my offering for Potluck 48: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/14/the-lake/

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  8. ouch, this makes me feel scared of solitary times as demons will sneak up and haunt my time alone! :( nice wording. FELT!!

    Happy potluck!!

    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/08/13/words-not-spoken/

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  9. Sad to live in the past because it ruins what pleasure that can be found in the present.
    Sad, and haunting, but lovely.

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  10. I'm doing the ghost and demon thing myself this week.

    Ahhh...the poignant pain of the past. I guess that would be a better comment to leave on a post linked to the letter P.

    However, since is the letter Q, I will add that I was quite moved by your poetry.

    Thanks for sharing it.

    A+

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