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My poetry has no form, because like poetry, I am formless. Everything I am is changing at all times.... so in this mode, all my poetry is but a glimpse of a single moment, or feeling, or idea.
You are getting a snap shot into someones soul at any given moment. You are getting a peek at something that is already gone. Like old stars, we only see the light from something already altered. Like old stars poetry gives us a way to trace back feelings and connect..... on a very human level.

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Monday, March 15, 2010

Heavy By LunaVega (c) 2009 (SUBJECT: Emotions)





Have you ever felt truly heavy?
As you were laying down
thinking about life
a deep black hole
starts spinning in your chest
and it just keeps sucking
and pulling in all this darkness
and sadness
and you feel crushed
and you can not breath
and you feel like screaming
but,... no sound will come out...
Have you ever felt so heavy
that you were sure
while you were not paying attention
someone turned you from flesh and blood
into a piece of lead
dirty and gritty
easily malleable to take the shape
of heartache?
Have you ever felt so heavy
that you instantly felt ill
your hands lost feeling
numbness spread over your toes and arms
lost in a spinning realm
of all your insecurities
and failures
and pain so deep
its like a semi jack-knifed into you
and pinned you against a highway wall
Have you ever felt so heavy
that you could do
almost nothing
at all?

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