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sedfaucibuswisi.words.pulvinarlectustquis
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Words are so wonderfully
Erasable.
Every mistake so easily
Swiped
By a mere move of the hand.

Every thought later judged
Wrong
Takes a fraction of an
Instant
To vanish and be rightfully replaced.

Yet when a spoken thought
Slips
It marks, it stains so
Deeply
That no matter how hard I attempt

To make it go away, to
Cleanse
To revert an altered
Perception
Of the me I gradually formed


There are traces that still remain
Traces that never disappear
Scars adding up to a
Full,
Plain,
Black.
©2003-2009 ~zaknafein
:iconzaknafein:

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Here's to the written word.
Enjoy, do. :)

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:iconarkaith:
How true.. I so often second guess my own words and later decide to say something different. In reality if I spoke the first thing I thought, I'd end up hurting a lot of people.

Interesting structure that remains consistent throughout, the way it breaks the pattern at the end into the last three words is great.

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I'm a dinosaur.
:icononstrike1984:
Very true. I like this one. Another great job.
:iconobsidianblade:
It feels like a year since your last poem.
I was so excited when I saw this in my message center and I hoped it was good and wonderful and impressive and it is. I am happy and full of zaknafein love.

--
Spirits enforce, art enchants.

Comment, to get comments.
Share your kindness, not your hate.
Love the art, before yourself.

In art honesty is not only the best but the only policy.
:iconzaknafein:
Ooooh... :hug:
This brought quite that grin to my face. Thank you so much..

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:iconzaknafein:
Thank you for that meaningful comment...
I waste way too much time looking back on things I said... it's making me mad. Poetry can be a kind of therapy, hee. :P

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:iconphoenixreal:
True and so beautiful. I tell you I found you because of your name, and I don't regret it because I love to read your poetry.... :)

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:blackrose:blessed be~*~phoenixreal:blackrose:

Without the darkness, there can be no light. Without the light, there can be no dark. Between, there casts the shadow. I am that shadow.
:iconsonnentau:
hmm.. is it possible to add something? i don't think so... this poem feels like being directly spoken out of my mind.. (how arrogant to say something like that.. it's YOUR poem, not mine... but it feels like the things i have in my mind.... and it feels true..)

what do you regret most in yor life? which words? which thoughts? which actions?

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:bulletblue: addicted to: *zaknafein :aww:
:iconzaknafein:
sings *this is my regret* from 'that forma tadre song'... ;)
nice to see you could relate so much.... a note will follow.

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:iconladygekko:
I know. I understand now why some people only comunicate in letters. Email is midway point between the two, isn't it? I mean, you can't decide to unsend it. Wel, you can, sorta, with AOL, but AOL isn't real.

LadyGekko.

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