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"In Touch With Myself"

I can't seem to find her
The reminder of yesterday
I shut my eyes for a few seconds
Only there, can I reach to bear upon her face
The moment I open my eyes
The earth opens and she disappears
Every now and then
Darkness takes form around the blank wall
It brings out a long lost silhouette.
-I inhale a small desire, 
reaching and tracing every line left behind.

I Just can't seem to reach her
The girl drowning deep inside
I turn around to look and feel no one by my side
It's been long since she slowly faded away
I gaze into the mirror and miss her every day
For one second past,
I swear she was there.

Lately, I can't seem to find her
That girl I was before
Empty feelings continue to lounge about
Rejecting yesterday away.
-Honestly, I don't know why I bother,
holding on to somebody that is no longer there?


Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 1/10/2019 4:51:00 PM
Really enjoyed reading this poem, Incredibly well described.
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Date: 1/10/2019 3:21:00 PM
Nicely written.
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Date: 12/7/2016 5:28:00 AM
I always enjoy reading your poem, though honestly I can't dig the deepest of it's thought since English is not my native tongue, But I can feel the sweetness of the way your words are interwoven. I just simply love it. Thanks!
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Date: 7/29/2016 4:33:00 AM
Thank you for encouraging comment on my poem and you were right I did enjoy yours. You are quite talented.
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Date: 3/25/2016 2:01:00 PM
Beautiful... Its just beautiful...
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Date: 2/27/2016 4:01:00 AM
I know that feeling, I've been trying to get it on paper for days and just like that..You craked it open and brought to life what I wanted to say. Nice Job Linda
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Date: 2/25/2016 3:38:00 AM
wow so catchy.....pain indd
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Date: 2/22/2016 5:56:00 PM
I feel every line of this write Linda.. I know this very well. You have expressed it in a painful but eloquent fashion as only you can do. I think you have a wonderful inner soul. Blessings and hugs Luv Carl
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Date: 2/14/2016 2:44:00 PM
Hi Linda. I really did enjoy this poem. We are always the sum of all the day that we have lived. Shaped and formed by every experience we have had. To look back at some of those experiences and the way we were at that time is often unrecognizable. You have looked into the mirror to find the reflection of the Linda you are now. The kind, sensitive, loving person that we all love. You are a great talent and I am proud to have come to know you. Bless you, my friend... Robert.
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Date: 1/26/2016 5:55:00 PM
Hi Linda, as always your writing is emotionally charged and the emotion unwraps through the whole piece. This is deep poetry Linda. We are always growing within our lives but there are times when we do do look back and try and find the person we used to be but that person is gone forever. As always, a thought provoking excellent piece. Love....Vladislav. A seven and into my faves goes this deep piece of poetry Linda.
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Date: 1/24/2016 12:03:00 AM
its very deep :)
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Date: 11/22/2015 8:05:00 AM
wow ...excellent deep
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Date: 10/17/2015 10:50:00 PM
Deep Poetry. Dear Linda
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Date: 9/16/2015 10:16:00 PM
Dear Linda This poem is very inspiring and i'VE always loved it for it content of emotions and the truth written within the lines of purity, in life we never stop growing as indivuals we grow every day, learning about others and ourselves with each mornings sunrise and sunsets, she you put it right out their this life esseces of our exsistence of truth you've grown so much, and I'm proud to call you my friend Linda the destroyer my soul sister of the heart, cheri
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Date: 8/8/2015 7:33:00 AM
I really love this piece in that it so coincides with my own love for that which is past but as near as a memory. Don't let that girl fade away completely. Hold on to her, for she brought you to where you are. A beautiful piece, and well penned. George
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Date: 8/7/2015 5:39:00 PM
A 7 PD, well done sentiment without being sentimental. Mesmerizing write!!
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Date: 8/1/2015 1:05:00 AM
if I help you find her, what would be my prize....if I get her to stay with you, would you call me wise....if she never wants to see you again, would you do me harm....because I am sure I can find her with lyrical charm....;)
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Date: 6/15/2015 6:33:00 AM
Hello Linda. It is nice to know that we all can get lost,loose ourselves in the marvels of our lives. Sometimes it happens to bring out what's new,create a reason for change,make room for GOD. Very interesting read as usual, missed you.
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Date: 5/13/2015 1:08:00 PM
Hi Linda, as with every artist looking at a particular picture I will tell you what I see concerning this poem. You or the person you are talking about is not very happy with themselves and wishes they were that person once again. The past is the past of course but it is always difficult to let go of the past and move on, for better or for worse. However, the person the girl was still is and created the person of today. That's what I see. kind regards, Eddie
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Date: 5/10/2015 5:31:00 AM
Beautifully expressed, I'm feeling the same but couldn't express it like that. "Holding on to somebody that is no longer there?" - Forgetting someone is hard and takes very long. Sometimes it's impossible. Nice job. :)
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Date: 5/9/2015 8:24:00 PM
I miss my young idealism, seems to have been replaced with realism. I think I'll keep looking for that young boy :-D Very nice poem and looking forward to reading some more.. Dave
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Date: 5/6/2015 3:42:00 PM
I'm no great poet, and on here there are. PD, girl, your one of the great writers that grace the Soup, smiles, James :) :)
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Date: 5/6/2015 3:44:00 AM
The imagery is so vivid in your work most can see themselves in your write and it is they looking at their former selves in the mirror wondering where they have gone. Our days can be so subtle, that they can steal our essense, our youth, our exuberance and vitality like a pic-pocket. A meditative, introspective write that leaves the reader to muse..........
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Date: 5/4/2015 9:05:00 PM
Very nice poem.
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Date: 4/27/2015 2:26:00 PM
Your descriptive wording and the great imagery bring this piece to life. The passion and emotions are alive in this piece and confront the reader with their sense of isolation and depression. Your words speak with the power of experience and your mind set flows onto the page. The words are easy to relate to and the story is all too familiar. Your words gently take the reader to your private place where the loss of self is fresh and piercing. Emile. #7
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