Category: Writers Block
When I look into your eyes
I see that something has been left behind
through the smiles and gentle kisses
I see a heart still longing
a tough left unfulfilled
a kiss that is vapour to the wind.
I'm 97% of what you need
inches away from being complete
I could be your everything
Your only wish
your only dream
if only I weren't so human and
so bound within myself.
But instead I'm 97%
leaving love unfulilled
and dreams untouched
just an imperfect hand
grasping at perfection
watching as you drift to the horizon.
With your sliver of emptiness eating you away
seeking perfection with hungry eyes
leaving me behind with every step you take
the quest for completion pulling you from me
leaving my only dream shattered
my everything gone.
And 97% of what I was destroyed
Too imperfect to be immortal
and not enough to be your true love
just inches away from keeping you
but miles from your healing embrace
I can only watch as you fade
into the blinding horizon light
slipping into your perfect love
without my 97% heart or the vacant space
it left inside .
In my view, this is absolutely fantastic. It captures so many of my own thoughts, and says it much better than I ever could.
Goblin, I am totaly impressed. And, jealous as hell.
Thanks.
Bob
This writing is so blasted beautiful
Realizing it speaks of the love between lovers…
Yet to me if I may I should like to give my own interpretation ~
Of what this writing just now is speaking to me in the lines,
“I can only watch as you fade
into the blinding horizon light
slipping into your perfect love
without my 97% heart or the vacant space
it left inside.”
For in so many respects that is where I feel that I am and have been for now close to a year…less than a week shy of a year in fact…Somehow it’s taken that long to watch you Mom “as you have faded into that blinding horizon light,” as from life into what you conceived in your mind to be Mom of “your perfect love,” as the angel’s hand of death gave beckon, and am realizing that it is time to move on with only that 3% remaining, well that percentage what I feel at times that remains of my life…
….it is realizing the need to pick up the what feels like 3% of the pieces that are left of my life and moving forward… for it has felt that in this last year that I have stayed at that horizon you speak of so eloquently…
Connie ~ Grace
Goblin, great job with this.
I am surprised as it really didn't sound good at all..
hmmm cheers both
Wow, you didnt' think it sounded that good? Well, I have to tell you, that I did. I think you did a very good job on it.
goblin, this is my first time posting to this bord, very very nice, i have some of the same feelings, dude, if you ever want to talk, you can email me through my profile
Gemini self doubt is a plague for writers ect it's the reason why many poets go insane, and why I don't indulge in it very often.
Cheers Bryan who'd choose this life eh? I'm reincarnating as a pampered pet.
Oh I know that writers sometimes have self doubt, but I just wanted to let you know that you shouldn't have any when it comes to this piece.
smiles, i think a wild bird would be a better life, but that's me, love to fly
Hmm don't blame you pal I also would love to fly..you should try handgliding, it's the nearaest thing to free flight,and the sensation of speed is incredible.
However don't fly down to Suffolk the english have bird flu it's the deadly HN51
way to go gobline. you're awesome.