Richter I

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    Richter I

     The ardency inwhich you have caused
    Has brought forth an insufferable malady
    Every laceration weeps in lucid shambles

    In my labryinth
    Carnage breeches my soul
    Bete Naire, fills the twinging heat within me
    Weak and naked to your words I plunge

    Forever deny what could have prevailed
    Your inadequacies shame mortal essence
    My fervent survival now tainted
    With your redolence

    Wallowing in my unknown zenith
    Incandescence lambency parades the boulevard
    Asesnt from you, therefore I depart

    Hence I will revive

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    Musicmynded1 commented on Richter I

    01-18-2011

    Things like these Are meant to be caught in the moment.. I love this just the way u said it.
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    devaamido commented on Richter I

    02-01-2010

    I'm not gonna rate either of the Richter poems. I could be wrong but I feel as if you may still be too caught up in the energies of the relationship to allow you to say clearly what you want to communicate. I'd rewrite it in about 6 months.
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    irielove

    02/15/2010

    this is how i truly felt at the moment i wrote it, it was from a previous relationship but it is still one of my favorit poem, i know in 6months i wouldnt feel the same, it was just an 'in the moment' thing *smiles*

    emilytwain commented on Richter I

    01-29-2010

    to end this w/ "hence i will revive" was poetic genius. gave me chills...write on
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    RunningAway007 commented on Richter I

    01-29-2010

    wow i really like your poem! its kinda dark, but yet not so much! keep writing i love it!
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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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