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poem
Walking small and lost along that long, dark path A woman stopped with a smile, and addressed me as she passed She said, "I've been wandering here for quite some time now. I still keep searching, but it seems I've forgotten how. It seems I didn't listen, or at least that's what they say What's wrong with living?" She…
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no death
people television real life hospital needle scissor blood death little girl cinderella princess love trailer old man older woman beer drugs shame disease emphysema decaying reality closed eyes of the heart close em tighter and forget dont search, or you might just find a blooming flower in the middle of this chaos opening…
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goodnight all
out of work and head for home!
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frontline
I ran past the frontline Past the garden of old Everyone kept looking Though nothing was told So I gave myself up and I layed on the ground What an awful feeling Myself it would surround And what a regret Why did I compromise? What to expect? A place in the frontline How did I handle? I didn't very well Though in the back…
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a poem i once heard...
fire... when you touch it... it's hot.
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poetry that rhymes
its been done and done to death and only makes the poem sound like a nursery rhyme and bad...but if you're trying to mock the fact that your poem rhymes then that's Okay, but otherwise it just sounds forced. in other words its really, really hard to write a good poem that uses a rhyming pattern...everyone should try it but…
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footprints in the mud
a child sleeps under a tree he has a dream of walking with jesus he looks around filled with wonder as his life passes before him looks behind them notices the footprints they are leaving in the mud at journeys end he notices many times there are only one set of prints jesus explains these are the times things were rough…
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Last Ride
Ok, this scares me to death, but I thought I'd share one of my poems. Last Ride I think of riding in the car that evening, brown eyes reflecting the onyx plate road. Fractal slices of the moon split on the porcelain ribbon, alabaster ice cream sliding off scalloped edges onto hard, frozen ground. One lurch, two, wheezing…
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freedom of speech
i'm new to this board but have been reading it a bit to try and get educated on some stuff i didn't know about pearl jam like stuff about how dave abbruzzeze left etc. but was shocked by some of the stuff written anti ed for speaking out about Bush this issue is dead now and i don't want to argue or spark anything up…
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not poetry...
nevermind... good album, eh? (:
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He Had a Lot to Say....
"I Have A Dream" by Martin Luther King, Jr, Delivered on the steps at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963. Source: Martin Luther King, Jr: The Peaceful Warrior, Pocket Books, NY 1968 Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This…
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Listen
The word goes on forever/ maybe it should rest Just listen to my voice/ like a note No matter what is said You love me It's good like bread It mends my head To know i feel the same Just listen to the soul It brings you home It comforts me to know Your always there You always care And i love you Just the same
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Last Kiss
When I was younger my mom would sing this song to me, but she would put my name in the lyrics saying "oh where oh where could my Lulu be." (Lulu being my nickname) I often thought of this song as my life; I felt lost growing up I didn't always fit it. When I would think about ending my own life I would think about her…
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Hung
There seems to be moments that just hang there in time. As if there were on silent replay, they repeat themselves. Seeking refuge, some live here, relinquishing their voice. They too live on repeat, with no sound, no light other than the memory. Some, refuse to acknowledge the memory; it never fades. But they deny it…
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It's the season
Song of the season, and song of the time is it even possible to know what time it is?! better to charge on now, in some kind of blind drive… Just step on the pedal!! To love, to do, to move into some tomorrow without hesitation living with a passion for something that interests you (without analyzing it!) Yes, there are…
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So Sad
How people clamour for attention How they forget about what's real How they get wrapped up in themselves And forget that others feel They put on their smiles And they put you on trial And they draw and they quarter you But once they consume you They martyr you Funny how that works
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Landscapes, warm air, and blue sky
Landscapes, warm air, and blue sky Do you remember the days of blossom scented air? Open window drive home, sun on the steering wheel sun warmed glass, clear and comforting yet sparkling like a gem too Do you remember? So glad to be alive! these budding trees watercolor lavender, white, green on the hillside even the rocks…
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Unwrapped
I’ve wanted to stay behind a barrier, a protective screen, at a cautious distance! I’ve needed the space I’ve needed the safety glass to be less vulnerable but right now I think it might not be kind to stay back here I still know I’m on my own I’ve kept that reality in mind but there’s no reason to be frozen I don’t really…
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Confines
Things that weigh heavy Charges laid without a crime How long till it becomes already? Head is full of nothing at all times Dig in the dirt to get to my new home Looking for a place that I can’t roam This man’s castle is underneath his throne Head and heart are body parts unknown Butterflies and landmines Warm milk and…
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Lyrics of the day
Because Ed played "It happened today" recently, I got my REM Collapse into Now cd out. So, this morning I woke up with this song, Walk it Back, playing in my mind. I think I'll share it. Walk it back walk it back walk it back What, what would you have had me say, instead of what I said? Where, where would I go? How could I…