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Winter night

By Eric Turgeon

Ask the winter night about loneliness

When the traffic has gone

and the hum of streetlights

is the only sound

Ask it what comfort its cold winds give

to homeless men

alone in neglected parks

staring at cities ablaze in light filled windows

And ask the winter night

about what warmth

heavenly stars can give

when they are so far away

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The Vampire Shadow

This road filled with iron tears

Constant companion

Yearning on a level untold

Faith in the purpose of life, shaken to its core

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Breathing air that only serves to torment

Poking a sharp knife in the heart of a tender life

Words that strangle hearts, like vines and a bitter cage

Fervent attempts at a connection

In a far away, heart wrenching land

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An evil word, supposedly beneficial

The closeness of true warmth and love

Never realized

Instincts and desires that are questioned

Like so many millions fragments of splintered ice

Beautiful in their design Sinister in their intent

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Pictures on a glowing plane

Beckoning, like some miraculous lighthouse

Nervousness and sweat that let me know

What is in my heart is real

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Dark grey skies of winter

Wretched and torn

But it is all it knows

Head in hands, face down on the floor

I can see you standing there

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Days of twisted hope, in some limitless vacuum

Thoughts of you make me realize

Of how far I really have to go

Not only in distance, but in some realm that only I can know

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A flower, found in an unsuspecting manner

Drawing me in with luscious nectar

But now, I seek refuge and sanctuary

From thoughts that injure

In darkness and silence, I find my only friend

And friend is a word that can tear out a soul

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This poem is about a special girl tha lives in Romania. I had met her through chatting on the net, but never in person. I have talked with her on the phone as well. I have had a very tough time in comprehending the fact that this person is real. I live in the US, so it is hard for us to meet. I just know that I have been wanting her badly, and not being able to meet her for real caused me a lot of heartache. I think this poem captures the way I felt.

I still miss her badly.

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Have you heard the people howl

When they are not mad or drunk?

Human words do not allow

To express the state of funk

When you have no one to share

Not the bed but just a word

When you shout in despair

And meet no wishes to be heard.

When your letters are ignored

All aspirations are deferred-

And you are flawless now:

Nobody cares for you … Wow!

 

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Unmoving, floating

In the stream of life

Being carried by the slowing current

I grounded on bottom.

Life is passing by

Without moving me.

It is late autumn.

The winter’s coming

Soon everything’ll get frozen…

Charming.

 

Victor

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No one can see what weighs me down,

I’m asking for help, lift me up or I’ll drown.

This may be my final night,

I’ll breathe my last breath and conclude my life.

I’m alone and scared,

In the cold winter ice.

Begging for a hand

To save me from my strife.

If only you had shown your love for me,

Then maybe, just maybe,

It wouldn’t have ended like this.

 

Black

It feels like the midnight breeze,
It looks like the holes in the sky;
it sounds like the sounds of silence,
it’s cold like a winter’s night.

You stand surrounded by it,
and you feel the coldness arise.
and you ask yourself in the process:
am I loosing my grip on the light?

You stand with your thoughts
between light and dark.
and what’s left of your sanity
implores you to reach for the light.

But you’ve found that this darkness
has come from your inner mind;
and if you look for a way to dissolve it,
you have to reach into your heart.

And as you peer into the sunlight,
the darkness gathers at your back;
you remember the things you’ve done,
all the secrets you’ve left behind.

And while this may rip your illusions,
the message I give you Is life.
never forget your own darkness
but always strive on for the light.

D. L.