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Destined to Be Forgotten
by Aaron BlairFingers shaking,
I write letters in the air,
messages to an imaginary god,
a past that's moved away from me
and a future that's reticent to come.
I know the words don't matter.
Finally, I realize the meanings
I always presumed to be hidden
simply never existed at all.
It's the soul inside you,
yearning somehow to tattoo
itself upon the world,
the spirit desperately screaming,
the sound that makes its mark.
It was never the translation,
only the air between mouth and ear,
vibrating and then dying,
destined to be forgotten. 10/08/2008 Posted on 10/08/2008
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/08/08 at 01:48 PM Very nicely done. There is much food for thought here. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/08/08 at 04:23 PM I like it all, but especially - "It's the soul inside you,
yearning somehow to tattoo
itself upon the world,".
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| Posted by Meredith C Hartwell on 10/08/08 at 06:19 PM Beautiful. Unforgettable, even. +Favorites ~M |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/12/08 at 04:27 AM How could I have missed this by one of my favorite writers on this site for this style. Brilliant! |
| Posted by Jessica Polanco on 10/15/08 at 10:37 AM This is too amazing for words, with your use of dialoge and the tone. It describes sometimes how i feel, you have found the words i have searched for. This was brilliant. |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 03/10/09 at 04:55 PM Crap I love your words. You have bled them; I can recognize those smudges anywhere, because I see them on the tips of my fingers too. |
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