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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…
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The Wheel
Been listening to Out of Sand a lot. The Wheel. Searching For a higher plain Riding your wheel I know a man Built on the truth But his life Lived on a message that came From a murky past You are Who you are Did I come once before Will I come again Ask these questions So, so close To the truth Your life blood Drained Pure…
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Sharing happiness
Sharing happiness is so simple think of those positive greetings infused with emotion "Hey friend, I'm SO GLAD to see you!" it helps the morning sparkle an electric current of goodwill the energy of love exchanged "I'm so happy you're here!" that's a valuable greeting on any day
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Shapes with meaning
Notes are shapes, symbols, that represent measured sound rests are symbols that represent measured silence they are equal notes are heard silence is not heard, but it is felt notes bounce along, songs ring out sometimes they stop in non-sound during that silence between sound listeners are wondering what comes next Will…
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raise your hands
a new year, a new fear. off they go,the educated ones. will they learn enough from 9-4, will they absorb enough for 18 and beyond. Is it enough for them to sit and listen,read and write, adding up their options,subtracting their mistakes. Is their a past for them to ponder and a future for them to overcome. I sent them…
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Highland Love
Hi, Thought I'd share some poetry of mine. Hope you enjoy it! HIGHLAND LOVE On a windswept hill In a faraway land She calls out his name Through the battering wind And her cries go unheard As he rides through the valley In the harsh countryside That has claimed so many Her tears are swept Across an uncovered shoulder And…
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One day you realize the past is gone
one day you realize the past has passed its gone blown away like smoke evaporated like sweat slipped out the back door like a slouchy punk one day you wake up and the sun is up there's a white mist but no rain the air is good, it's alive awake with potential have you felt it? popping up like a shy green bean sprout one day…
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Stubborn Tree/Down To Earth
Shaking like a leaf Wish the branch would just let go Stubborn tree affords no relief Hanging by my own thread while I await the snow Digging their heels Roots penetrate too deep Think I need to file an appeal Pray the earth my soul to keep If I fell in the forest Would anyone hear? If my skin is too porous Will my rings…
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A quote for the muse... and a poem for those without.
...men who "range from one end of the earth to the other, but the multiplicity of external objects, which they have encountered, forms no symmetrical and consistent picture upon their imaginations; they see the tapestry of human life, as it were, on the wrong side, and it tells no story." -Cardinal Newman. "In The Open"…
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From Lust 2 Eternal Enchantment
A message of wisdom, words well said, thank you for sharing what's in your head
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most beautiful
an intense pleasure ?you would ask why start over her eyes light the sun & quickly run away she brings moonlit dreams to each & every dandelion swearing to god upon star after star this is her simple breath your very own starts over yes crying yes bluebirds trust in her daydreams yet perched high above her eyelids after…
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Moved: Stone Temple Pilots- PLUSH
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Weary,Leary,and Wayward
In a world of recluse, Where conversations are few, Reflections are repetitive And silence is louder than words, I envision my future, Leary of what awaits me. With childlike insecurities, And wayward possibilities Longing for freedom, Weary from struggling, With the concept of failure. Do I choose to wither, Or blossom…
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Fresh
Stumbled down the stairs I bled In me head i didn't know My skin was split Sticking to the surface I burned like paper Violated my veins Drank a water Cried wide awake I hesitate to lie When telling the truth I die Each and every time Give me some truth Give me some youth I'm tired and lonely My spirit is homely Don't know…
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My poems....
Here is a free verse poem I had to write for my creative writing unit at university recently.... "Candle" As you have endless hours To keep your candle burning Bright with your dream To chase your heart There’s always a wind That threatens to blow it out It’s always there And it keeps you captive You’re poor yet rich With…
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nocturnal remission
a shadow’s lead foot never leaves the ground its life has a death of its own bound together by the walk that never seems to end as numb as grey with nothing to say at end of the day no time away pitch black emancipation it disappears where? no one can guess the path to lead or follow the light returns after brief nocturnes…