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Passing Storms by @Diana605 from LifeThruBlueEyes





"Past Sensibilité" by @SophiaFine from SophiaFine.com
 

I miss when
my delusions
first met
your illusions
before there was
too much reality
when there were
mostly dreams
before the dissecting
became painful
when you still
loved my brain
when you believed
I am who I say
and I believed that too
When Eye believed in U



Buckets Of Rain



Comments

  1. I love all of your writing Theron, but it's your shorter poems that always speak the most to me. Every line 'bleeds' emotion. The photo you chose, is a perfect fit. When I took it, it reminded me of passing storms across the surface of my eye. I'm honored to have this photo blended with your words. Thank you.

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  2. I believed in you!
    words that give a person the ability to leap tall buildings, write magnificent ballads and ...

    Well done
    Theron
    I believe in you as a poet!

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  3. That is beautiful! I love the portrayal of illusions crushing on delusional.

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  4. ugh. sounds like the notes have gone sour...back when...nice emotive write theron...

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  5. mostly dreams
    before the dissecting
    became painful

    sometimes giving birth to dreams is painful. Love the addition of Dylan, Well done!

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  6. Once again,I am delighted to see my painting
    and your Splendid Poetry together! Beautiful
    Poem and Art! The guitar music and player handsomely complimenting...
    THANK YOU THERON! I am happy to be in such great
    company: Theron,Diana, Sophia and lovely Music...

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  7. So much meaning in so few words..
    great write!

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  8. well expressed emotions, you rock.

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  9. Well the end play "When Eye believed in U" is perfection, this is so well composed and the emotion of it delivered. Much enjoyed! ~ Rose

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