Laura Arman
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Poem "The soul":
- published May 11, 2009
- viewed 37 times
Other poems by Laura Arman:
»A rush of thoughts«
»Boxed Up«
»Daddy's Girl«
»Falling uncontrollably«
»I see«
»If you can't get me«
»March«
»My Class«
»no second chance«
»Old Women's Perfume«
»She«
»Shipwrecked«
»still holding on...«
»Still walking«
»The electric chair«
»The sad girl on the train«
»The very last word«
»They all say«
»Wake up«
»When you really don't need me anymore please throw me away in the recycling bin«
Visit Laura Arman's profile page
Poem "The soul":
- published May 11, 2009
- viewed 37 times
Other poems by Laura Arman:
»A rush of thoughts«»Boxed Up«»Daddy's Girl«»Falling uncontrollably«»I see«»If you can't get me«»March«»My Class«»no second chance«»Old Women's Perfume«»She«»Shipwrecked«»still holding on...«»Still walking«»The electric chair«»The sad girl on the train«»The very last word«»They all say«»Wake up«»When you really don't need me anymore please throw me away in the recycling bin«»The soul«
by Laura Arman
It's the soul that seeks,
words unspoken,
floating angels,
from ships broken.
Happy endings,
captured and forgotten,
anguish forseen
and left to go rotten.
The soul that's alone,
not tied or marred,
desolate but not empty,
left under a pile of scars.
Tugging on strings,
to contend the war,
that lets us breath,
that lets us breath,
that lets us BREATH,
on the ocean floor.
It cannot be saved,
by grace or fortune,
no spirit can master,
the malaise of torture.
In a Will, it carries on,
with nowhere left to go,
except the twists and turns,
of a road we no longer know.
words unspoken,
floating angels,
from ships broken.
Happy endings,
captured and forgotten,
anguish forseen
and left to go rotten.
The soul that's alone,
not tied or marred,
desolate but not empty,
left under a pile of scars.
Tugging on strings,
to contend the war,
that lets us breath,
that lets us breath,
that lets us BREATH,
on the ocean floor.
It cannot be saved,
by grace or fortune,
no spirit can master,
the malaise of torture.
In a Will, it carries on,
with nowhere left to go,
except the twists and turns,
of a road we no longer know.
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Ryan Gordon Penn: "Beautiful compilation of words, I read it a few times over just because it felt good :-)"