she

CHANGEinWAVESCHANGEinWAVES Posts: 10,169
edited September 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
feeling like a bag of bones
she carries herself to where she came from
new beginnings are never far from here
and thoughts are not always that clear
if she knew what everyone was thinking
her stomach could untie it’s knots
having a grasp on herself and continuing on
thru the temptation of the chase
getting up before she falls
further she walks from here
loving the emptiness of what was there
away is the goal
alone is the life
and forever is the time
acceptance is her survival
and a smile graces her face
"I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
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  • really beautiful :)
    "You're the eve of my destruction in the garden of fears"
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    this is really a deeply sad but promising situation "She" is going thru.
    thanks for sharing it with us.


    may i share my version of "She" with you in this thread of yours?
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwick wrote:
    this is really a deeply sad but promising situation "She" is going thru.
    thanks for sharing it with us.


    may i share my version of "She" with you in this thread of yours?
    please do...
    and thank you.
    "I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    She captivates my heart, she does.
    In my vision only an angel, she is.
    Beyond grasp, my hands can not, a star, she shines.
    Out on winds sailing high she’s deep skies drifting along.
    Over me she watches.
    Quenching me, I am her endless desert.
    Cry with me, she rains.
    Gentle, her song listens to my breathing.
    Kissing me is where she sings.
    Dreams melt me down.
    I am her candle she lights.
    She.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwick wrote:
    She captivates my heart, she does.
    In my vision only an angel, she is.
    Beyond grasp, my hands can not, a star, she shines.
    Out on winds sailing high she’s deep skies drifting along.
    Over me she watches.
    Quenching me, I am her endless desert.
    Cry with me, she rains.
    Gentle, her song listens to my breathing.
    Kissing me is where she sings.
    Dreams melt me down.
    I am her candle she lights.
    She.
    very nice and much more positive.:)
    "I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
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