Fragments of fragments

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Fragments of fragments

Postby Saturn » Fri Jun 15, 2007 11:06 pm

As the title suggests... a fragment of a poem called fragments and also a whole lot of different fragments I've written in the past few months I'm not really sure what to with yet.

They're sketches really, just written quickly when an idea popped into my head, not the finished article, mere flashes of inspiration.

I think I've got some kind of completion phobia :?:

I don't know if any of these are even worthy completion.

If anyone thinks there's anything here they'd like me to revise or expand let me know, I hate not finishing things.


I live in fragments
A life led in debris.
Early promise lost
Fractured and torn;
Hairline fissures
Beyond all repair'
"A man of shreds
And patches". I'm
After a dozen falls.

Continental drift

Is it friction, geology, geometry
Or any other natural process
That pulls you inevitably away?
Do I rub and erode so close,
And waves of fear sweep up
The coast of that delicate heart?

Can no man, no force I exert
Stay this present course?
If Poseidon in all his might
With Hades did combine
Could not e'en these two
Prevent Continental drift?

The Sense Of Fear

Fear overcomes me;
Its long spidery legs
Creep up my spine.
Dread shakes me
That I shiver more
Than a naked man
In the Arctic waste.

Can serenity exist in a restless mind,
Or opposing ice and fire live entwined?
The eagle and the snake put all behind?
To its poor prey the lion be more kind?

You doubt your own beauty
And call yourself but plain;
My eyes do not deceive,
Nor all the roving eyes
That follow your steps.
You're puzzled by it,
Seem unable to grasp,

Varnished, painted bronzed:
Reserved in earlier times
For harlots of the streets.
This passes now for beauty.
Nature, like a painted devil
Is baked with plastic arts,
And is abused with


23rd February

And your face said it all,
Glowing with great pride
And I felt such a warmth
Fill me up from top to toe,
Drowning my heart in joy
As happiness bloomed
Over your smiling face.

I could nearly have wept
Just being there, sharing
Those moments with you.
I could have died happy
In that very split second
Knowing I'd been a part,
A tiny cog in the rolling
Wheel of your success.

In many years from now,
I will look at these days
As carefree and budding


Spectre-like I haunt the day
In darkness most profound.
In night-time I wander still
When the blackness is real.
A Vampyre without its prey,
An undead demon I waste away.


No more...write no more...

No more, nevermore
Will I unfold my heart;
And expose it to scorn.

I've done my confession,
Unpacked my sin of love:
Yet no forgiveness comes.

My pen weighs heavy
In my hand today; too
Burdensome by far.

So I'll write no more,
No more will I tell
Of love and its pain.

"Oh what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints".
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Postby AsphodelElysium » Sat Jun 16, 2007 7:12 am

Would I be too greedy if I asked for all of them complete? :D There is just so much potential there. I particularly like "Continental Drift" and "Vampyre." I also really like "Fragments." Hell, I like them all. You've got 5 good poems started. I want to see the rest. :D
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But, when I am consumed in the fire,
Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire."
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