Skip to content
Linespedia

The Curse of the Gifted

By girlrage

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

it stands a fathomless truthonly we can graspnobody could ever perceive this this bitter crick lying dormant deep within our beingthey will never knowThe insight we holdwe attest through our quillworlds unendingstain our reality on canvas sing our requiemsyet that is all they will knowof this world we live inwe are the sentencedembraced in our conceptionwhether through chance or fateit remains oursuntil we perishthe curse of the gifted Written October 9th, 2001 © on Oct 09 2001 12:25 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"it stands a fathomless truthonly we can graspnobody could ever perceive this this bitter crick lying dormant deep within our beingthey will never knowThe insight we holdwe attest through our quillworlds unendingstain our reality on canvas sing our requiemsyet that is all they will knowof this world we live inwe are the sentencedembraced in our conceptionwhether through chance or fateit remains oursuntil we perishthe curse of the gifted..."

Attribution & Rights

Author:girlrage

Source:AllPoetry

"it stands a fathomless truthonly we can graspnobod..." by girlrage

For usage rights, copyright concerns, or to report an issue with this content, please visit our Copyright & Report page.

Classified Tags

Related lines

"He structures me immortal with his godly creativityrestoring my weeping wounds with oils and parchmentforking open my heart and smearing it on canvas reaching my every dimension to garner my spirit f..."

"My soul is a leperinfecting those in my wakeresigning myself to the ground devastating the once tranquil flowers beneath my rupturing feettoo weak to pull strengthfading from inside outmasking my decr..."

"Doubt meDoubt what I speak is trueDoubt my capability to fall through with what I can only conclude you wantSlay meSlay that piece of me that despairs Slay the woman who seizes my desires and disappoi..."

"There in a shack in the south of France Dear Richard endured his years A painter, a God, a beast!Creating with blood, sweat, tearsA beard a foot long dangled from his chinLocks tangled and matted with..."

"The warmth of the ceaseless darkness calms my raw headI soak I fadeBlinded by the vacancy of a flameI am EmbracedI feel ClothedSensing what can not be touchedI am honoredI feel ecstasyPeaceable midnig..."

"don't push mecan't you see the tears in my eyesI'm dieing insidedevoid  of  strengthstrength to live...to diedon't push memy heart  is brokenI live to live life no moreI'm fleeting awayfrom the world..."

girlrage

About girlrage

Full Bibliography
Continue Reading

"He structures me immortal with his godly creativit..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.