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Cellar
By: Gene Santos on 10/5/2003; 11:12 AM

it's not the flickering light
it's not the filled wine glass
not even the picture of you


left lying in the dark,ignoring the time and dust that consumes them...


unfinished letters
almost burnt papers
with fading scribbles


a pen with a dried ink and its stained tip...


that made me break the lock and enter the canvas of what was...


trying to find a sanctuary from a broken past
from the ever repeating history,recycling one's life
i tried to find hapiness from the pain
impossible,but trying to make it in a way that's possibly...




maybe it's the old clock
pointing the time you left me
last hi,last goodbye


pendulum in a stand still,it tried to freeze time for you not to go...


roses wilted colored dead crimson
the staled water on the vase
once holding the beauty of red


that made me walk in the atmosphere bleeding for us,that ended so fast...


trying to find you from the room filled with pain and dust
and your aged spirit that i pressumed preserved eternal
in the bottled wine where we shared life and the bliss of it
trying to find,making you appear form the liquid memoir...




i know you're here...repaint my sorrowed sky...

i know you're here...complete this unfinished smile...

i know...because i can feel were still entwined...

the half of me you left with...

if you can't stay...please bring it back...

let me live...

live again...

start my time that stopped when you disappeared...



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RE: Cellar
By: R.A.B. on 10/5/2003; 11:52 PM

Another love poem, personally I think love is such an over used emotional subject in poetry, nevertheless this is a good poem. I especially liked the melancholic tone that swelters the entire poem.

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RE: Cellar
By: Gene Santos on 10/6/2003; 3:20 AM

its not about love...its about getting allergies...

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RE: Cellar
By: Ben C on 10/7/2003; 9:31 PM

HAHA

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RE: Cellar
By: R.A.B. on 10/8/2003; 12:20 AM

Hehehe use some ointments and wash your self man.

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RE: Cellar
By: Bentley on 10/12/2003; 12:38 AM

heh, love and allergies, so closely related it doesnt matter which you write about. anyway, good job not all everything is perfect and not so cliche

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RE: Cellar
By: Gene Santos on 10/14/2003; 9:50 AM

thanks...

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RE: Cellar
By: David Loredo on 10/18/2003; 9:21 PM

this wasnt a love poem? u mentioned someones picture... a broken past, and no one writtes so pasionatly about allergies.... anyway thanks. Thanks for letting me get a glimpse at the depth of your inner thoughts. oh and r a b shut up man. Poems are supposed to show what you are passionate about, is it man kinds fault that love is the strongest feeling we have? And you cant say logic is the strongest feeling we have, becuase its not a feeling at all.

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RE: Cellar
By: R.A.B. on 10/19/2003; 11:25 AM

hey that was his inner thoughts Loredo, not mine that's why I included the word "personally" when I said that love is such an over used subject and I didn't say that logic is a feeling.love maybe the greatest feeling that mankind have but it is not the only feeling we have. I was just suggesting that he explore other emotional subjects because love is an over used theme in poetry and as a poet you should be able to get in touch and write about all your innermost feeling not just love. And poetry is not just what you are passionate about, it is mainly everything in our life- it is all about what we are, what we do, what we think,what we see and what we feel. Tell me. Do you really think that Sylvia Plath was passionate about dying when she wrote Ariel? Or was Robert Frost passionate about his regret when he wrote The Road Not Taken<? The answer is no. They wrote it because it is what they are feeling and thinking about. Poetry is not all about passion man, it is first and foremost about what we feel and what we feel is not always what we are passionate about. If you are ever thinking of writing a poem that you could call trully yours think about what I said. Until then don't tell me to shut up 'cause I'm gonna keep on blabbering till the day I leave this forsaken rock which you people fondly call Earth.

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