Fade

Fade

A Chapter by Matthew Kult

There's a hole inside of my heart

because I miss you.

Tearing my soul slowly apart.

You make me true.

 

You're the light within my shadows.

 my life's perfect meaning.

Young lovers dancing in rainy meadows

Laughing, playing, dreaming

 

Of those days, when we would grow old

funny how dreams fade.

Emotions became uncontrolled

and the bonds that tied decayed.

 

And soon you were gone.

and I was lost and alone

wanting the night to turn into dawn

my true love, Unknown

 

 



© 2011 Matthew Kult


Author's Note

Matthew Kult
Pretty sure this sucks monkey balls, let me know.

Getting great reviews, but I am just not happy with it. Hope I don't ruin it by changing it.

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the intensity is felt; so is the void and desperation - you may not be happy with the piece because it is drawn from darkness and being happy with darkness may be the conflict of embracing this piece, this feeling and this void...a new definition to be born of true love, unknown.


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Words that are entirely felt. You put the reader In the shoes of another. Penned well.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Matthew Kult

1 Year Ago

Thank you. Much appreciated.

Matthew


I would be very pleased with both myself and my pen if I had poemed such a little gem .. Neville

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Matthew Kult

1 Year Ago

Thanks for stopping in.

Matthew
Hellos, Matthew, this chapter is really capturing
I see you have a love, and you can't tell too much about it
how she/he feels,
I really like the part about the bond decaying, strong words, :P ---Maynard

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Matthew Kult

1 Year Ago

Thank you for finding hidden poems. Much appreciated.

Matthew
1809 Black Plague December

1 Year Ago

most Welcome Dearest, :P
Is our thoughts ever as WE see them or are they always meant to be as others perceive them? A fair question.

I believe our words are ours UNTIL they leave the pen's nib and flow into others' consciousness, Hence your depiction of woman fair - becomes another's recognition of their own perception of love found, held ...lost, and finally - remembered.

Posted 10 Years Ago


the intensity is felt; so is the void and desperation - you may not be happy with the piece because it is drawn from darkness and being happy with darkness may be the conflict of embracing this piece, this feeling and this void...a new definition to be born of true love, unknown.


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I agree with you but only partly.. it does not suck it left me feeling like something was missing and I cant put my finger on it but I still liked it Ive written a few that left me feeling the same way lol



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Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 5 people found this review constructive.

I agree with you but only partly.. it does not suck it left me feeling like something was missing and I cant put my finger on it but I still liked it Ive written a few that left me feeling the same way lol

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Posted 13 Years Ago


This shouldn't be changed at all. Its an excellent poem! The melancholic tone of it and the dark imagery is simply wonderful! It absolutely does not suck at all! Great job! ;)

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Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

great write! it definitely doesn't suck :)

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Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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