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this probably makes no sense to anyone but me...

of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the day her soul went away
from that pile of sticks
and the heap of worry
she cried on them all
impairing their ability
to ever be lit afire again
and she almost felt safe
in her nest of confusion
when she realized
she had changed so much
from the days of the youthful
and ignorant
and blissful
to the days of knowledge
and experience
and the dirty truths
of war
between friends and not just enemies
she realized
the world was full of pain
and not even her tears
could prevent it from
ever being lit afire again
so she drowned her sorrows
with the tears of the world
with the fire of her
broken soul
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Oh, Jessie. Your poem makes me feel how history and all the pain in the world is echoing in the hearts of peoples' personal lives and loves right now, as if the very stars are being shaken from their orbits, driving mad rulers insanely for armageddon and moving lovers and friends to have to hold each other with everything or all will be caught up in the destruction, regret and despair of the broader world.

    I used to feel my heart would never be lit afire again, but somebody come into my life and became the fire of my reborn sun. And she's changed my life completely and we're exceptionally close in this big world of energy.

    And you know, a heart as big and so precious as the one behind the voice in your poem will love again also! It can't but know a future of love given and received. It'll work out, I'm sure! :)
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Finsbury, thanks so much for just... being supportive and saying such lovely things. You are always so kind with your words, and it's like you always give me a verbal hug when you comment on my pieces. :) I appreciate it very much.

    Love,
    Jessie
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • MeddleDealMeddleDeal Posts: 2,547
    Jessie, to me, that poem DOES make a lot of sense. Seeing your whole world crumble around you, that is the reality of things. A lot doesn't go your way, and life as it was b/f you were young have changed. You, as an individual, has changed.

    I BRAVO at your beautiful poetry, and you really DO touch my heart my dear little sis. The way each part of your poetry works with one another is truly beautiful and it flows like silk.

    It is seeing yourself in a different light, and this is this person's reality on the way she views life.

    Thank U SO Much for sharing your talents w/everyone on here Jessie, it TRULY deserves to be seen and read.

    Love,
    your BIG sis,
    nadi
    ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~
    ~*STONEY PONY all the WAY!*~
    ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
    "For the world, not for the war"-Neil Finn
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    there's nothing
    (i said there's nothing)
    like a beautiful soul
    to spring those salty
    tears
    of heartfilled warmth
    that exists
    from all angles,
    and not just from
    the romantic ones
    my beautiful
    sister
    though not through blood
    but through soul
    and through heart
    and through all that matters...
    love

    I love you, Nadia. Your words made me cry happy, grateful tears. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • MeddleDealMeddleDeal Posts: 2,547
    Originally posted by of_the_girl
    there's nothing
    (i said there's nothing)
    like a beautiful soul
    to spring those salty
    tears
    of heartfilled warmth
    that exists
    from all angles,
    and not just from
    the romantic ones
    my beautiful
    sister
    though not through blood
    but through soul
    and through heart
    and through all that matters...
    love

    I love you, Nadia. Your words made me cry happy, grateful tears. :)

    Seriously girl, you have SO touched my heart and soul w/what you wrote. That is such a lovely poem. We are INDEED sisters, even though we aren't blood related, but I see a lot of myself in you girl. Your spirit is what keeps me happy and you are such an encouragement, I don't know what I would be w/o you in my life.:)

    thank u dear. Again, beautiful!:)

    i love you too sweetie, and you are going to make me cry now. haha :)
    ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~
    ~*STONEY PONY all the WAY!*~
    ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
    "For the world, not for the war"-Neil Finn
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    to the boy
    who can't crack a smile
    i beg of you
    show me at least
    a half of one
    so i can rest
    easier
    no not a smirk
    a genuine smile
    i want to see your smile
    your beautiful smile
    get out of your cloud
    and into the clear
    and under this light
    the better to see
    you smile.
    smile.
    smile.
    don't it make you smile?
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    your poetry is improving a lot, this is by far your best work I've seen.
    nice work, keep it up
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by Kwyjibo
    your poetry is improving a lot, this is by far your best work I've seen.
    nice work, keep it up

    Kwyjibo, thanks so much for what you said about my improving... it means a lot...

    and...

    :) right back atcha, olderman :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    hey,
    I might try writing some music behind these words as soon as I'm sober if thats ok
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by Kwyjibo
    hey,
    I might try writing some music behind these words as soon as I'm sober if thats ok

    of course it is :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • Colors of MusidColors of Musid Posts: 55
    Tears are the fluid of the cycle
    that which is in your present years
    in the falling down trouble all around
    you become what was and forever is

    Learning to see the cracks in the polish
    flaws in the glass the ripples and beads
    that which takes away your perfection
    I see you are beginning to see

    As we open our eyes again in these spring mornings
    in the stretched out days of this life you lead
    could the turn on in these miles and moments
    come to this segment of two souls seeing

    The only fear is to show our beauty
    and it is to be in this carpet of fear
    built on shame of every moment
    that we understand not how others live

    Learning to see the cracks in the polish
    flaws in the glass the ripples and beads
    that which takes away your perfection
    I see you are beginning to see

    Every guilt and hidden passage
    all the separations from each aspect of life
    that does as it is told and moves between us
    to the call from the passage of the deep seeker's eye

    Learning to see the cracks in the polish
    flaws in the glass the ripples and beads
    that which takes away your perfection
    I see you are beginning to see
    DO <> RE <> MI FA <> SOL <> LA <> SI DO
    1 <> 2 <> 3 4 <> 5 <> 6 <> 7 8
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Colors of Musid,

    :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    and its sounding pretty
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by Kwyjibo
    and its sounding pretty

    aww! oh that is so very very cool! :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
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