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Of Sentiment and Seperation-anxiety
By Efamilia
Trinkets
Little things
A favourite pen
Sentiment?
Or just pretend?
A gift given
Becomes something more
Like proof of love’s weight
You can hold over fate
A photograph
I can understand
Like bookmarks in time
You can call on demand
But the silly things
We hold ourselves to
When it all ends in misery
And refuse to remove
The plays have run
And come undone
But it doesn’t stop
We keep the props
What is this obsession
Or fear akin
To not release the past
But let it consume us within?
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© 2008 Efamilia
Published on Sunday, February 3, 2008.
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"Poetry"
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On Tuesday, February 5, 2008, Efamilia
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wrote:
Thanks to everyone for your comments! Glad you liked it. At the moment you guys are the only inspiration I have to keep writing... thanks again :)
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A former member wrote:
agreed i love the thought behind and this and even more i love that it makes me think....however i think you can do better. I don't know you and this is the first thing of yours i have read but your natural talent is obvious....dig deeper....challenge your vocabulary
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On Tuesday, February 5, 2008, Efamilia
(15) wrote:
Haha.. it's funny you say that, coz this literally only took five minutes at the most to write. Normally I do the whole crossing shit out, tearing pages out.. but this one pretty much wrote itself. If I wasn't drinking at the time and was more patient in general, maybe I would've produced one of those elusive "epics" :)
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On Tuesday, February 5, 2008, Narcissa
(391) wrote:
Personally I like the simplicity of this. The emotions are more sincere when it is plain and honest like this piece - mix it with a little alcohol and your heart is on the table - and that my friend is what captured my interest to come back to this again.
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A former member wrote:
maybe, instead of keeping it to destroy ourselves, we should all hold the past in a little glass ball, pieces of memory that we can turn to when we forget and attempt to make the same mistakes again..releasing the misery is rarely achieved, but forgetting the lessons learned is the mistake more often made..a thinker, this one..I like thinkers..
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On Sunday, February 3, 2008, Narcissa
(391) wrote:
Your words echo my deepest secrets. Wow- You reached into my heart and spilled out its contents.
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A former member wrote:
i don't know what the obsession is but
I'm going to say that this poem rocked like all of your posts. well done my friend. ~ hdb.
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