by Rony J.

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February 26, 2008

Through A Glass Window

August 03, 2008 08:06 PM EDT (Updated: September 18, 2008 08:41 PM EDT)

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On a rector scale

of my life emotions

grown on thin air

bouncing through

time bringing

meaningful expectations

I'm mentally bound by

nails inside our brain

pondering on thoughts

from a farewell time

were darkness

inside my room

was my home

An unreachable

door knob

seen so far

As my state

of mind

continually demand

agony of tomorrow

throwing me back

into my fetal position

As whispers

contemplate

the midnight hour

consciousness is

bending time

to appears in front

of constellations of stars

borrowing time

through the fountian of beauty

leaping outside

boundaries of creation

her outcry for

forgiveness

exhale a sweet

sensation throughout

the pulp of our heart

bursting a twilight of regrets

to a invincible abyss

right in front of my soul...

RONY JOSEPH

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Comments: 14

Sammie B. Aug 3, 2008, 9:01pm EDT

Another beautiful, powerful poem. "throwing me back // into my fetal position". I just adore how you word things. It keep me coming back for more time and time again.

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Curt L. Aug 3, 2008, 9:30pm EDT

Il ove glass windows! Ah! but they do have their inherant risks! Wonderful!

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Curt L. Aug 3, 2008, 10:26pm EDT

Rony, I wanted to let you know I wrote poem for you! Hope you like it, my friend! :-)

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Sheila Deeth Aug 3, 2008, 11:41pm EDT

Some fascinating ideas and images.

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Heather C. Aug 4, 2008, 3:08am EDT

I love your choice of words in this one. It really paints a picture of the emotions and that door knob so close yet so far away and how it symbolizes the escape from the state you are in. Very very well done!

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