teardrops of August

teardrops of August

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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08/2012

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I ran away from you

                      I put as much distance

as I possibly could so

                      that our love may die

 

I turned my back to you

                      showing you that forever is futile

and that giving up is

                      easier than fighting

 

Hope fell with my spirit

                      before a vast rising of

new and horrific emotions

                       pushing my anxieties to the limit

 

Wasted dreams fueled

                       my quick demise as I have

remained motionless in

                       exact spot where I left you

 

I cannot

                       tear myself away

from the

                       memories of your presence

© 2012 joshua deathdealer


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This beautifully captures how though we may try, what we run from nearly always has its way of creeping back into our lives, or igniting a repressed memory.

"showing you that forever is futile" love, love, loved that line. It's perfect.

Wonderful writing, as always!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Beautiful poem. Really enjoyed reading it, love the abstract noun phrase "forever is futile" great fricative alliteration, works really well. Keep up the good work and I also enjoyed the video. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It is almost sad the way I can relate to to this poem, no wait, is IS sad, but it's such a beautiful poem that EVERY body can relate. That bites huh? When you put somethng behind you but become so pivotal that you can't tell what is in front or what is in back anymore...whichever way is up or down, in the middle is the only place ya wanna be. yeah.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I Forgot how much I loved your poems. This is exactly me. This poem is, I broke up with my fella and moved very far away. This is! SO MUCH LOVE FOR THIS.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I cannot help but Love your poetry.

Your imagery is beautiful and the feelings intense. I absolutely can relate to so much of your work. Beautiful, friend, beautiful.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very nice :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

My friend although i do not comment enough on your work im always a fan.
And with works such as these its easy to see why.
The pain comes through the write and connects once is what all great writting does cheers to this stay crazy and keep hitting them outta the park

Gonzo

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This beautifully captures how though we may try, what we run from nearly always has its way of creeping back into our lives, or igniting a repressed memory.

"showing you that forever is futile" love, love, loved that line. It's perfect.

Wonderful writing, as always!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sometimes Love is a most unforgiving emotion upon the human heart . . .

Let me rephrase that: Sometimes our Love for others can be most unforgiving and cruel upon our own consciences

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

many can relate to this for sure..its not "I shalln't tear myself away" but "i cant tear myself away"....vast difference between the two words "shalln't & can't"....you want to get away, but you are never able to ...great lines!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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