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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
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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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!
Love,
Jessie
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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
~*STONEY PONY all the WAY!*~
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"For the world, not for the war"-Neil Finn
(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.
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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
~*STONEY PONY all the WAY!*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
"For the world, not for the war"-Neil Finn
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?
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nice work, keep it up
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.
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
Kwyjibo, thanks so much for what you said about my improving... it means a lot...
and...
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I might try writing some music behind these words as soon as I'm sober if thats ok
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 course it is
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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
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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.
aww! oh that is so very very cool!
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