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Poetry Corner
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A List
by Mitzi
Now my life is a list of pain,
of things that shattered my soul. A list of things I never attained,
and places I’ve never gone. A list of never-dids, never-hads and never-woulds,
of dreams destroyed and hopes dashed. A list of names for our unborn children,
and all the plans for their lives. A list of joys life’s denied me,
and joys that didn’t last.
A list of tomorrows that will never become,
of yesterdays that are long gone.
A list of pain and sorrow and agony,
of losses and grief and despair.
A list of injuries and wounds and humiliations,
of loneliness, distance and mistakes
A list of should-have-beens and could-have-beens.
A list of what we deserved and earned, and
yet never had the chance to redeem.
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Before
by Mitzi
I once loved a wonderful man,
whose warmth and understanding filled all desires.
Yet with a twist of fate, a storm came....
blackening the universe,
taking with it, my heart.
I ask myself,
why do I give my heart,
when I know pain shall reside there after.
Should I care? should I love?
I wonder at every moment of the day.
Should I forget? should I remember?
questions that only give me pain.
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What Now?
by Mitzi
What do I do now?
What should I do?
Who do I turn to?
Where do I run?
I’m so alone, so afraid.
Afraidof making decisions.
Afraid of making the wrong decisions.
Afraid of making any decisions at all.
So where does my life lead me now?
Its all so unfamiliar, so frightening.
The ingredients that make up my life have changed.
And now I don’t know what to expect.
What now?
Someone guide me,
someone direct me,
someone tell me.
Because I don’t trust me anymore.
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Alone
by Mitzi
So you left me, alone and crying.
I cleaned the house of all your sin.
I lay in the bed alone and weeping.
I stared at the ceiling and listened for your car.
I slept in your shirt because it had your smell.
I drank from your cup so my lips could touch yours.
And when the phone range, I prayed it was you
and yet hoped it wasn’t.
For you wouldn’t say what I wanted to hear,
you wouldn’t do what I wanted done.
And the pain would well up inside me,
and the wounds would open again.
Each day the injuries tore my soul.
My heart bled out my love for you.
You stole my life, you stole my innocence.
And in its place you gave me agony.
Lessons I never wanted to learn,
growth I didn’t need to do.
Pain so unbearable I could not breath.
Misery so deep I could not see.
Heartbreak so severe
that my heart no longer beats.
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After a While
by Veronica A. Shoffstall
After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...
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Your Skin
by Mitzi
I touch your hands,
I look at your fingers,
I remember when they touched me.
I look in your eyes,
I look at your lips,
they are no longer mine.
I know every curve of your body,
every hair on your skin.
I know every story of every scar,
and what is all this knowledge for?
I knew your nature, or so I thought.
I believed you, even when I shouldn’t.
I gave you all I knew to give,
and yet it didn’t matter at all.
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"Morning"
by Veronica A. Shoffstall
Morning, and the dawn
breaks into my sleep,
stealing youth from around my eyes,
vandalizingmy dreams,
stabbing me with another day.
Morning, and the loneliness
roars like a subway train
into the deserted station of my soul.
I rise, following its demand,
a hostage to the day.
Please understand:
it's hard to be pleasant
with morning's gun
pressed against my back.
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Prayer
by Veronica A. Shoffstall
So I'll sit here now and I'll pray to You
('though I can't really say why),
as the walls collapse around me
and my loved ones suffer and die,
and my health gives way and bills pile up
and time slips too quickly past,
as I count all the joys life's denied me,
and those that didn't last.
I'll offer You thanks, my Creator,
for the gifts You've yet to repeal;
for walking and vision and laughter,
for music, and dreams that seem real,
for people who love me and seasons that change,
for my body's own memories of love,
and I'll sit here and pray in the darkness,
for all the good it does.
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The Voice of Divorce
by Amy Crane Johnson
The word sounds familiar to us, like something we've always known —
the cry of a newborn at 2 AM or anegg
frying in a hot iron spider.
Other couples have heard the word, flung out like a curse,
DIVORCE, DIVORCE, DIVORCE,
the flowered wallpaper absorbing the shock over breakfast.
Divorce — a dismal word —
it hurls itself into the offending party's face,
it screams into the backyard as one or the other
leaves for places or people unknown.
That's the way we've seen it played out — loud and fierce,
until a car speeds away or the police come.
Today the voice of our divorce was born;
slipping out anxious as a baby after 9 months of watery confinement.
I feel it hurry past my clenched teeth, hear it gush out
in a rush of vowels and consonants.
My mouth is full of copper,
the taste of secret words finally expelled.
For years that fearful voice lodged in my throat, dark and unspeakable,
its presence muffled as lovemaking behind whisper-thin walls,
(divorce, divorce, divorce).
I pretended divorce had no sound for us, no taste, no way of entering our dreams.
Now I know better.
It sounds like an approaching storm —
a grumble in the wind,
it feels like the roller coaster that whips you around for the fun of it,
it tastes like salty ocean tears left by years of raging waves.
It's a strain to know if the word was spoken at all.
Our return to silence is fast and complete.
Still the vibration hangs in the air, an impish spirit
waiting to hit the hardwood or sneak out the side door.
I bite my tongue. Copper fills my head.
There's no going back.
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"Rebecca' s Sonnet" (For my Kids)
By: Rebecca Star aka Star Light
So here I am, in my life, a mother
And here I am, in my life, as a wife
My life’s complete, why do I take cover?
The cover I take is fear of my life
Anger and hate cause turmoil within
Turmoil in my children and in me
God only knows that this life is a sin
Taking control of our lives is the key
Remnants of divorce did cause such a fuss
The anger and hate we have left behind
Our lives are peaceful and happy to us
Having each other, new life we must find
So here I am, in my life with its peace
As a mother with fighting that did cease
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Joy and Sorrow from "The Prophet" by Khalil Gibran.
THEN a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your
laughter rises was oftentimes filled with yourtears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your
being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your
spirit, the very wood that was hollowed
with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into
your heart and you shall find it is only that
which has given you sorrow that is giving
you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in
your heart, and you shall see that in truth
you are weeping for that which has been
your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than
sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is
the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits
alone with you at your board, remember
that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales be-
tween your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at
standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to
weigh his gold and his silver, needs must
your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
Linkt to "The Prophet" http://ocala.cs.miami.edu/~nosaj/
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Finalization
By Mitzi
Its over, its done
I’ve moved on with my life
Its shattered, its gone
I’m no longer your wife
The sadness still breathes
You must learn to forgive
The loss still grieves
And learn how to live
Your must start again
Learn to love you
And be your own friend
No matter what you do
I will never forget
I have tried to forgive you
Such betrayal I met
I’ve realized its through
But I still miss my old life
The gallons of tears
I miss being your wife.
The nights filled with fears.
The hours I cried
Though it was all so unfair
All because you lied
Somehow still, I do care
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Right Now -
-somebody is very proud of you.
-somebody is thinking of you.
-somebody is caring about you.
-somebody misses you.
-somebody wantsto talk to you.
-somebody wants to be with you.
-somebody hopes you aren't in trouble.
-somebody is thankful for the support you have provided.
-somebody wants to hold your hand.
-somebody hopes everything turns out all right.
-somebody wants you to be happy.
-somebody wants you to find him/her.
-somebody is celebrating your successes.
-somebody wants to give you a gift.
-somebody thinks that you ARE a gift.
-somebody hopes you're not too cold, or too hot
-somebody wants to hug you.
-somebody loves you.
-somebody wishes you would lavish them with small things.
-somebody admires your strength.
-somebody is thinking of you and smiling.
-somebody wants to be your shoulder to cry on.
-somebody wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun.
-somebody thinks the world of you.
-somebody wants to protect you.
-somebody would do anything for you.
-somebody wants to be forgiven.
-somebody is grateful for your forgiveness.
-somebody wants to laugh with you about old times.
-somebody remembers you and wishes that you were there.
-somebody is praising God for you.
-somebody needs to know that your love is unconditional.
-somebody values your advice.
-somebody wants to tell you how much they care.
-somebody wants to stay up watching old movies with you.
-somebody wants to share their dreams with you.
-somebody wants to hold you in their arms.
-somebody wants YOU to hold them in your arms.
-somebody treasures your spirit.
-somebody wishes they could STOP time because of you.
-somebody praises God for your friendship and love.
-somebody can't wait to see you.
-somebody wishes that things didn't have to change.
-somebody loves you for who you are.
-somebody loves the way you make them feel.
-somebody is hoping they can grow old with you.
-somebody hears a song that reminds them of you.
-somebody wants you to know they are there for you.
-somebody's glad that you're his/her friend.
-somebody wants to be your friend.
-somebody stayed up all night thinking about you.
-somebody is alive because of you.
-somebody is very remorseful after losing your friendship.
-somebody is wishing that you noticed him/her.
-somebody wants to get to know you better.
-somebody believes that you are his/her soul mate.
-somebody wants to be near you.
-somebody misses your advice/guidance.
-somebody has faith in you.
-somebody trusts you.
-somebody needs you to send them a letter or postcard.
-somebody needs your support.
-somebody needs you to have faith in them.
-somebody will cry when they read this.
-somebody needs you to let them be your friend.
You know who that somebody is.
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FREEDOM
How I yearn to be free
to be me
I seem to get lost in my search for self
by looking into another's eyes to see
how I am reflected there.
I cannot do this anymore
I will not do this anymore
How I yearn to be free
to be me
I seem to care for myself only as much
as I believe others care for me . . .
thus I hurt myself over and over again.
I cannot do this anymore
I will not do this anymore
but then I ask -- what price freedom?
does freedom mean I cannot care for others?
does freedom mean I exclude others?
does freedom mean loneliness?
How I yearn to be free
to be me
lessons learned early in life are the hardest to unlearn.
unloved, unwanted and uncared for
sets a pattern that is hard to break
is it my job only to break past from before
to live in the now?
or is more required?
to learn to trust myself first.
to learn to love myself first.
but how to love and trust others before
I've learn to treat myself this way?
How I yearn to be free
to be me
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Another pattern colors my night eyes
another life turns - another lie
another night leading
another lonley sigh...
Lay with you, no life with you
once a part of you, now apart from you
yet not wholly gone
a week in dreamtime, awake at nightime
no matter, your place or mine
once close as skin- now far as the stars away
don't want to go- know you should'nt stay
Feels too natural, i feel unsafe
once kind heart, to kind of a find
so space between, leave nothing behind
and try to blind
my eyes to the pattern...
off goes the light on this hot summer night
and i don't know why i want to cry
another night alone,
another lonley sigh...
rexthecat
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rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrex
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talons long and razor sharp
firm grip on my spine
pulls out my mind
bones crack tendons snap
at least severed nerves leave me numb
pray for me prey on me
i am but food for creatures hungry
still famished in the desert i lay
with no food left to share
you've had it all and now you turn as if to go
leaving my bones to bleach alone
in the texas summer sun
Please, before you go,
eat my heart
so it will cease to beat for you.
ooohh, scary!
rexthecat
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canyouseeitcanyoufeelit?
i hope this is easier for you.
i said good-bye to you for the tenth time today
and i havent seen you in a week
i remember holding you
whatcanidowhatwillido??
holding you.
roots running deep can't sleep
can you feel me holding you still?next to me while you sleep
i lie awake and listen for your breathing
and reach for your heart with mine
if i could hold your tender face the way you hold my heart the way you stole your way intomylifecantyou see cantyouseeitslippingthrough...?
bassline beats for youscreaming for holding for longing for clinging to this love...
keeping you, fearing you. hurts
missing you hurts
crying suffer hurt alone shelter
fine, don't take it.
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Flashes in the sky Blind my eyes
Pictures of you burned in my mind
Memories flood inside
Rain rolls down the drive outside
So long now Skystill grey
Grey as the part of my soul that you still
own...
Begin to see the words you tried to give
In the place we used to live
So from you I hide
Behind the glasses and the rag
Behind the razor on my tounge
Who is dangerous now, my sweet?
And of your flight Still I must fight
Alarms of proximity you set off still...
Distance...
Stretched between us
Peels the flesh from my bones
And sit you in that rocking chair
Melting my eyes with that bright stare
Crumbling my Sacred Wall
Exposing the crumbling soul behind-
Still, I trust myself less, less that i trust
You.
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the images burn a twisted path
through my concious day
cannot see past this blaze of memories
and pain
the heat sears my skin
the smoke stings my eyes
the flames caress my heart like daggers
what has it been, only a month?
still i see your face in every crowd
hear your breath in every wind
miss you with every song...
this must be how you felt inside
while i placed the stones around myself
i am sorry, i never wanted
to break your heart-
memories i see you in
those times you touched me
and i pulled away~
with my soul i pay...
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WHERE IS THE LOVE
A blazeing flame dwindling
to all but a flicker
Her dreams and desires
cast aside
Drownding in loneliness, emptyness
and sorrow
With dreams of a school girl
she clenches inside
Looks in the mirror and to her surprize
there's grey in her hair
sadness in her eyes
She's lost in a world
that doesn't know she's alive
Where does she turn?
Where does she hide?
As she closes her eyes and drifts
off to sleep
She wonders does he see?
The way she had always dreamed
it would be?
Where is the love?
Where is the fire?
Can he feel her desire?
As he turns away.... She asks
Will there ever be a day
He will take her in his arms and
assure her of his love,
That there is a way
To recapture the flame and desire
of yesterday....
Alone in this life will
She always stay....
written by: Merry
June 9, 2000
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this was written bykurt neumann and sam llanas of the bodeans.
I was lucky for a long long time
i never felt much pain
a mess of clouds came over me
the night it finally rained
in my hand theres a silver heart
it says you belong to me
but its empty and used up
i'm sailing off to sea.
going down going down
swallow an ocean
going down with true devotion
when the rain started coming down
it was so hard to see
swear i lost you in the crowd
when you were right there with me
people scattering everywhere
trying to make it back home
i slipped and fell on my ass
i'm going down alone
all i see is icy blue
and i can't feel the waves
it does'nt matter anyhow
i know i won't be saved
before you go to sleep tonight
say a prayer for me
and all the other wasted souls
drowning definitely
going down going down
swallow an ocean
going down going down
with true devotion.
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The Most Vital Thing In Life
When you feel like saying something
That you know you will regret,
Or keenly feel an insult
Not quite easy to forget,
That's the time to curb resentment
And maintain a mental peace,
For when your mind is tranquil
All your ill-thoughts simply cease.
It is easy to be angry
When defrauded or defied,
To be peeved and disappointed
If your wishes are denied;
But to win a worthwhile battle
Over selfishness and spite,
You must learn to keep strict silence
Though you know you're in the right.
So keep your mental balance
When confronted by a foe,
Be it enemy in ambush
Or some danger that you know.
If you are poised and tranquil
When all around is strife,
Be assured that you have mastered
The most vital thing in life.
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The Man Who Things He Can
If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you'd like to win, but think you can't,
It's almost a cinch you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you're lost,
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will;
It's all in the state of mind.
If you think you're outclassed, you are;
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man;
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.
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God's Will For You And Me
Just to be tender, just to be true,
Just to be glad the whole day through,
Just to be merciful, just to be mild,
Justto be trustful as a child,
Just to be gentle and kind and sweet,
Just to be helpful with willing feet,
Just to be cheery when things go wrong,
Just to drive sadness away with a song,
Whether the hour is dark or bright
Just to be loyal to God and right
Just to believe that God knows best,
Just in his promises ever to rest -
Just to let love be our daily key,
That is God's will for you and me.
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To My Best Friend;
I will remember.
Love is where you find it.
It is probably the only thing,
That is hardly ever in the last place,
You had it.
It moves from room to room,
From place to place,
From object to object.
From flower to tree,
From frowns to smiles,
From emotion to emotion.
From you to me and back again.
Love is always where you find it.
I Love you and I will try,
To remember that is where it is.
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I WANT
by Sher
People ask me what I want; I don’t know what to say.
I want to wake up in the morning, glad to face the day.
I want to wake up in the morning, my best friend by my side.
I’m tired of feeling pain -- feeling like I’ve died.
I want to feel his arms around me, keeping me safe and snug.
I want to have someone to turn to when I need a hug.
I want to have a best friend, with whom to share my life.
I want to have a second chance to try to be a wife.
I want to feel my heart race, when he walks into the room.
I want him to smile at me, and cast away all gloom.
I want to feel secure and know I can depend
On him to be there for me, through the thick and thin.
I want him to love my children, just the way I do.
I want each day together to be the start of something new.
I want to feel like I deserve to be happy once again.
I want someone to love me, until time comes to an end.
The road down which I travel is long, and I have far to go.
So when people ask me what I want, I say that I don’t know.
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GOODBYE
Hold me in your arms
and never let me go
tell me that you love me
that's all I need to know
Kiss me with your lips
and my heart will skip a beat
without saying a word
I can hear your heart speak
Love me with your eyes
and soon my heart will break
I feel your love within me
as you slowly walk away.
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Resurrection
Dealt another blow.
Another wound to my soul.
Drowning from loss and uncertainty.
I try to put rationalization to the pain broughtupon me by the one I adored the most.
Why.
How does this come from such bliss.
I can’t let go.
Grappling with these torturous emotions, I wait for you.
Wait for our loves resurrection.
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FIDELIS You have taken back the promise That you spoke so long ago; Taken back the heart you gave me- I must even let it go. Where Love once has breathed, Pride dieth; So I struggled, but in vain, First to keep the links together, Then to piece the broken chain. But it might not be- so freely Alll your friendship I restore, And the heart that I had taken As my own forevermore. No shade of reproach shall touch you, Dread no more a claim from me- But I will not have you fancy That I count myself as free. I am bound by the old promise; What can break that golden chain? Not even the words that you have spoken, Or the sharpness of my pain; Do you think, because you fail me And draw back your hand today, That from out the heart I gave you My strong love can fade away? It will live. No eyes may see it; In my soul it will lie deep, Hidden from all; but I shall feel it Often stirring it its sleep. So remember that the friendship Which you now think poor and vain, Will endure in hope and patience, Till you ask for it again. Perhaps in some long twilight hour, Like those we have known of old, When past shadows gather round you, And your present friends grow cold, You may stretch your hands out toward me- Ah! You will- I know not when- I shall nurse my love and keep it Faithfully, for you, till then. -Adelaide Anne Procter.
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THOU HAST WOUNDED THE SPIRIT THAT LOVED THEE Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee, And cherished thine image for years, Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee, In secret, in silence, and tears, As a young bird when left by it's mother, Its earliest pinions to try, Round the nest will still lingering hover, Ere its trembling wings to try. Thus we're taught in this cold world to smother Each feeling that once was so dear; Like that young bird I'll seek to discover A home of affection elsewhere. Though this heart may still cling to thee fondly And dream of sweet memories past, Yet hope, like the rainbow of summer, Gives a promise of Lethe at last. Like the sunbeams that play on the ocean, In tremulous touches of light, Is the heart in its early emotion, Illumined with versions as bright. Yet oftimes beneath the waves swelling, A tempest will suddenly come, All rudely and wildly dispelling The love of the happiest home. -Mrs. David Porter
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AD FINEM On the white throat of the useless passion That scorched my sould with its burning breath I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion, And gathered them close in a grip of death; For why should I fan, or feed with fuel, A love that showed me but blank despair? So my hold was firm, and my grasp was cruel- I meant to strangle it then and there. I thought it was dead. But with no warning, It rose from its grave last night, and came And stood by my bed till the early morning, And over and over it spoke your name. Its throat was red where my hands had held it; It burned my brow with its scorching breath; And I said, the moment my eyes beheld it, "A love like this can know no death." For just one kiss that your lips have given In the lost and beautiful past to me, I would gladly barter my hopes of Heaven And all the bliss of Eternity. For never a joy are the angels keeping, To lay at my feet in Paradise, Like that of into your strong arms creeping, And looking into your love-lit eyes. I know, in the way that sins are reckoned, This thought is a sin of the deepest dye; But I know, too, if an angel beckoned, Standing close by the Throne on High, And you, adown by the gates infernal, Should open your loving arms and smile, I would turn my back on things supernal, To lie on your breast a little while. To know for an hour you were mine completely- Mine in body and soul, my own- I would bear unending tortures sweetly, With not a murmur and not a moan. A lighter sin or a lesser error Might change through hope or fear diving; But there is no fear, and hell has no terror, To change or alter a love like mine. -Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I do not know the author of this poem but I believe in it.. AFTER A WHILE After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul.. And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning And company doesn't mean security.. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts And presents aren't promises.. And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open.. With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.. And learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans.. And futures have a way of falling down in midflight.. And after a while you learn That even sunshines burn if you get too much.. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.. And you learn that you really can endure.. That you really are strong And you really do have worth.. And you learn and learn... With every goodbye..you learn. Author Unknown.. posted by Jan..j7islandgirl@hotmail.com
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![]() Star Light
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Self - Portrait My life is like a rollercoaster ride. My eyes are diamonds in a wall of depression. My teeth are rough like bark on a tree. My hair is like jungle vines, curly and short. My heart holds truth and happiness from me. That is as sad as a crying baby. I live in a darkened room. Eating whats left of my horrible memories. Written by: Star Light's daughter (age 12)
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Realize that your actions today do not go away. And that you must seize the good that you can even without a plan. In the bright morning light I sit in fright of the loneliness adrift. And with a since of dread I leap into the daily abyss hoping it is not a miss. I wish that I knew what today and tomorrow holds. I am but a pawn in lifes game of chess. Our sons but Knights on the field. Of this what will they yeild. Sorrow, I hope not. Life is but a fleeting moment and should be lived to its fullest. We are human and perfect not and this is not camelot. Life is short so live live live.
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![]() The Son of Sodom
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"I Saw The Pain"
I saw it in her eyes
Yes...
They cried the pain
They bled from all of his lies...
The heart of an angel has been broken
Words need not to be spoken
Her eyes tell the story...
of his unfaithfulness and deception
I saw the pain...
Yes...there is but anger in her soul...
For the many evil things
that were so generously bestowed upon her by him.
yes..
a man who feeds upon the misery of those of whom he claimed he loved.
It is but my hopes and dreams...
that God stabs him deeply in his heart with his love...
So that he may repent of his wicked ways and hurt none no more.
TSoS
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"I have seen Her pain"
It flows so deeply...
from within her heart...
Yes...
I have seen Her pain...
As she cries her sorrow of his lies
It bleeds from Her very eyes
An Angels heart has been broken...
Words need not be spoken
Yes...
I have seen Her pain...
Her life has become but a puppet show...
As he claws and rips...
but will not let go
Yes...
I have seen Her pain
Yes he is the man who...
took her hopes and dreams
And simply stole them from her
Yes...
I have seen Her pain
A man who feeds upon the misery of those who he claimed he loved
Yes
I have seen Her pain
It is but my hopes and dreams...
That God stabs him deeply in his heart with his love...
so that he may not cast evil upon those he claimed he loved anymore
TSoS
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WiccanLord1
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SWEETEST DREAMS SWEETEST DREAMS OF U ARE ALL I HAVE FOR U FILL MY EVERY THOUGHT SKIN LIKE SILVER SILKEN SAILS ON MOON LIT DANCING SHIPS EYES THAT TRAP AN HOLD ME TIGHT HANDS THAT TEASE WITH EVERY TOUCH THEY CAUSE MY BLOOD TO BURN SO MUCH IF LOVE IS BUT A DREAM THEN LEAVE ME FOR EVER SLEEPING FOR THE SWEETEST DREAMS OF YOU ARE ALL I WILL EVER HAVE DEDICATED to Denise A Garrett, By her love L
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I Just Wasn’t Listening If I had to summarize my life I’d have to sayit began when I met my wife I remember it started out so well Now I think it’s all shot to hell When I didn’t think to take her advice And forgot that I needed to sacrifice Coming to bed would have meant so much All she wanted was to feel my touch And feel needed and loved She was telling me all along I just wasn’t listening When I said she was being unreasonable I didn’t look to see what was the real trouble And I can’s say I never had a clue Because everything she was saying was true I know that I have lost her trust She told me! It was the little things that mean so much She was telling me all along I just wasn’t listening The most precious and beautiful person in my life I have lost She is at the point where the line has been crossed I never thought I would see the day When she didn’t want me to stay I was the one that pushed her away This is my bed. It’s where I must lay She was telling me all along I just wasn’t listening (I thought love could conquer all. But love conquered me!)
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what reason do you have for walking out on me? you don't really want to be here anymore? ...are'nt we supposed to be in love? YOU TELL ME TELLMEWHAT I"M SUPPOSED TO FEEL cuz anymore i don't feel nothin but hurt anymore what are you trying to say don't be afraid of me do you have to go away? have to go now before it happens again feel it tearing ripping slipping spilling already...already gone... IBELIEVEDINWHATWEHAD! and you don't want me anymore? what are you talking about? my lover, my best friend. mine, yet gone... rexthecat
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The_canman90
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change hapins just as days turn to nites and winters to springs and that old box with are gold rings........ as to find what you need just to lose what you lost ........... by help me i'm bent 12/19/00
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I Imagine I may never again know the love you have shown me, But, I shall forevermore feel the sorrow of its loss, I may never again feel the love of my family, But, I shall forever feel the heartache of its loss, I may never again hold you in my arms, But, I shall always feel the loneliness near me, I may never be able to hold your hand in mine, But, I shall always remember the softness, I may never share another heart filled moment with you, But, I shall always cherish the ones we had, I may never again caress your face, But, I shall always remember its softness, I may never again have you by my side as my wife, But, I will forever in my heart love you.
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The Wall We start off side by side, hand in hand Every time our feelings are hurt we add a brick to the wall. Every time we are not shown respect we add a brick to the wall. Every time we are put aside for material objects we add a brick to the wall. Every time we are forgotten we add a brick to the wall. Day by Day, Month by Month, Year by Year, the wall gets higher and stronger. Then the day comes when you can not see or touch each other through the wall. For the wall has hardened our hearts covered our sole and cloak our emotions No amount of tears will soften the wall. No amount of sorrow will crack the wall. No amount of regret will chip away at the wall. Only time has the power to erode the wall.
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If If, I could write down the words on paper that would let you love me again, I would. If, I could speak the words that would let you love me again, I would. If, I could show, that you mean the world to me, I would. If, I could look in your eyes and tell you I love you, I would. If, I could give you my heart, I would. If, I could fill your heart with joy again, I would. If, I could ease all of your sorrows, I would. If, I could spend eternity with you, I would. If, I had to let you go from my heart, I would.
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ABANDONMENT
They all leave sooner...or later.
They say,
"YOu'll find someone...some day."
"Go away!" I scream to those...who shelter.
"Don't go!" I cry to those...who leave.
Never to be called,
Never to be courted.
Never a suitor
I shall find.
Always a dreamer...
A Prayer
A hoper...
A wanderer...
in a love-barren land.
They all leave sooner...or later.
They say, "You'll find someone...someday."
~Morgana~
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I feel very alone tonight...
Usually, nothing new...
but at least I had
You by my side...
Always there
to talk to...
Now even you aren't there...
If I felt alone before,
It is truly doubled
by the absence
of your presence,
My dear.
Now, I know the difference
between being alone
and being lonely.
Usually I am alone,
Tonight, however...
I'm Lonely.
Which is far, far worse
than being alone.
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 MOVING THOUGHTS Author Unknown Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finaly meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful forthat gift. When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us. The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back! Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart, but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile. There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real! Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do. May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy. Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt,those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying. Sorry this is so long, but it gave me great inspiration. I hope it will for others too, it's a keeper! barbykdoll@aol.com
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Solitaire It once was all alone, Shining brightly with pride. Now, squeezed between two modest bands, It flounders for life. Twisting and turning, Trying to be noticed. Just like the person wearing it. Feeling alone, and in the middle, Wanting to escape the walls surrounding it. Its' brightness has faded, and the scars are visible. Resentment replaces pride, As the others smother its' spirit. Now feeling so alone, Wishing for the past to relive itself, It decides to give up, Leaving its' soul behind for the others to devour. SMAS - 2000 Visit my sites:
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HUMPTY DUMPTY AGAIN Gather me softly in Hold the shell of me Gather me softly in Wait for the shell to crack Gather me softly in Shell less, let me rest in you Gather me softly in Wipe my tears away Gather me softly in And show me who I am. Cherry
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 EXPOSED
How can I find words to describe or explain, the turmoil, the rage, the hurt, the pain. No words created are sufficient for me, not now, nor ever will be. The little voice within me crys, begging, searching, for some place to hide. Exposed, is what I am, every one can see, the rage of the war going on inside me. War is hell, I've heard it said, But I would rather be at war than dead. Death has not the answers I am longing for, So I will continue to fight in this war. As long as I fight, as long as I try, with all the pain, it's still good to be alive. At least I can feel, "I know who I am," even if the rest of the world don't give a dam. Quit? I will not quit, give in, or give up, although I drink from the bitter cup. I will go where I know I will heal, to the arms of the Lord, and that's a big deal. 
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€lueless
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I Wish I were.......... I wish I were the cool breeze blowing across the wrinkled face of the old man sitting on his porch because he has no air-conditioning. I wish I were the love coming from the older couple's eyes gazing at each other, as they will until they die. I wish I were the stranger walking up to the girl crying by herself, to let her know someone cared enough to just...stop and listen. I wish I were the person brave enough to confront the parent who is abusing and beating their child, just because it is a child. I wish I were the one to take away the pain from a rotten childhood, that will never be forgotten even though we try and try. I wish I were the one to tell the lonely, scared, battered woman, who no longer has a heart or soul, come live with me! I wish I were the one to pick up the starving child, give him nourishment, then say go laugh and play, that is why you are here. I wish I were the person with a mansion and could adopt all of the forgotten children so they too could have someone tell them, "I love you". If on my deathbed, God takes me to heaven, I hope he will make me an angel so I can come back and be all these things.......I wish I were.
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Twenty Nine Years In A Box I sorted through every room, taking down the images that were burned in my mind. Give this to the Goodwill, this to the lawyer, throw this away, and this I keep. A faded photograph of days gone by, just one second in the days of our lives. One rose petal pressed inside a card, I forgot why I placed it there or whom the card was for. A sentence started but found no end, the story never started and no place to begin. Bits and pieces scattered here and there; nothing left to salvage no body cares. Locked in a world of pain and despair, and in one little box 29 years is lying there. Every place I go I find a part of us, we left it, we've been there, we had it first. Memories will fade eventually, the pain will lessen, and the nights will get shorter. But for now, all I have left is 29 years in a box.
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Tonight Tonight is here again, the day has come and gone, the hands of time keep moving on and I am still alone. I can't remember when the day begins or the night ends as both are the same. My mind goes in all directions and I find myself lost in the jungles of life. The war goes on, I fight alone, no one knows I am here, and no one sees my tears. I wear the face they want to see and hide the realness of me. Should I dare to let it slip, should I dare let it slide, should I let them see me from the inside? Who am I to think I matter, who am I to believe in me, who am I? Tonight is here again, the day has come and gone, the hands of time keep moving on, and I am still alone.
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