Tracing Life
Being Enlightened
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You can read her life
by the lines
tracing her eyes
and mouth.
No paints or powders
can erase the the life lived.
She sees this as unattractive,
she sees this as unsettling,
and it hurts my ears,
and it hurts my heart.
She is a vision of lovliness,
she is strong and loving.
A mother, a sister,
a friend, a helping hand...
Every line is who she is,
every line is the inside, turned out.
I tell her she is gorgeous and she is!
You can read her life
by the lines
tracing her eyes
and mouth.
A beauty, unique and beyond compare!
by the lines
tracing her eyes
and mouth.
No paints or powders
can erase the the life lived.
She sees this as unattractive,
she sees this as unsettling,
and it hurts my ears,
and it hurts my heart.
She is a vision of lovliness,
she is strong and loving.
A mother, a sister,
a friend, a helping hand...
Every line is who she is,
every line is the inside, turned out.
I tell her she is gorgeous and she is!
You can read her life
by the lines
tracing her eyes
and mouth.
A beauty, unique and beyond compare!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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Thanks, eMs!!! It's about my little sis, she's a doll, I love her to bits.
<rolls eyes>
wassup wid chicks, anyway?
<rolls eyes>
wassup wid chicks, anyway?
I dunno, Rache. I think chick's just think with hope in their tender hearts and ignore their heads, even when their heads are screaming *GET OUT NOW!!!*
or we could blame it on PMS, like we do with everything else.
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
my pleasure, as always.
aww. I wonder why I've never written anything about my siblings. at least I don't think I have.
should do that sometime.
and yet the bod produces a rather compelling argument...
"b-b-b-b-but.... we won't get laid no more (or held... you know, whatever you're in to) "
relationships are just plain old fucked. especially once you've been woken up with a fucking TAZER
if only i could live the day by myself and each evening, transport mr. twitterpation to my bed to curl toes with, take morning showers, a little coffee... and then off toward being by myself, otherwise unaffected. but NO... you gotta talk to 'em. lol...
FUCK!!!
depop, depop, depop,,,how do you say, de-groovy, de-gorgeous, de-lite! Thanks, my friend! (don't know if you're familiar with Miss Lady K and Deee-Lite but that little depopulous bit up there was inspired by none other )
eMMers, you're a doll! Write something about your sibs, it'll make 'em feel good and in turn, you'll feel good!
LMFAO!! Mr. Twitterpation!!! LOL! This one's fer you!
So come up to the lab
And see what's on the slab
I see you shiver with TWITTER...pation
But maybe the rain
Isn't really to blame
So I'll remove the cause
But not the symptom
Hee Hee! Mail order boy toy wanted! Must be clean, attentive, give wicked foot massages, hold me when I cry...and shut the fuck up and go away when I say so!!!!
I think just being able to SAY STFU would be priceless.
ssssank you for de poem :D:D:D:D
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
just that I think I can write good poems only in English (I write in Finnish too but mainly prose then..) and dunno how they would react to that. my youngest brother barely knows what 'thanks' means.