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and you are sweet and kind!pearljamfan-1997 wrote:pandora wrote:
wish I could say yes! sittin this one outpearljamfan-1997 wrote:whos going to the PJ20???? i wanna meet yew
Enjoy!(( verry sad wish yew could!!!!! ur awesome 
lurve
sometimes life makes us live more 'safe than sorry' . . .
thank goodness I have EV STL
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Once More
Once more to see your smile,
your honey sweet face.
Once more to feel the softness,
warm, thick in my hands.
Once more to live your world,
smell the dirt, feel the grass,
chase the chipmunks in your eyes.
Sniff the evening breeze that's carried on the miles.
Once more to hear you,
your breathing echo mine,
my little shadow, so quiet behind me,
always there, always there,
once more.
Once more to feel the tiny heartbeat lay in my arms,
hear the sigh,
share our peace.
My little piece of heaven.
Once more to live a memory,
laugh a moment.
Once more to be young,
young together.... again.
Once more to not be alone.
Once more to be with you.0 -
pandora wrote:Once More
Once more to see your smile,
your honey sweet face.
Once more to feel the softness,
warm, thick in my hands.
Once more to live your world,
smell the dirt, feel the grass,
chase the chipmunks in your eyes.
Sniff the evening breeze that's carried on the miles.
Once more to hear you,
your breathing echo mine,
my little shadow, so quiet behind me,
always there, always there,
once more.
Once more to feel the tiny heartbeat lay in my arms,
hear the sigh,
share our peace.
My little piece of heaven.
Once more to live a memory,
laugh a moment.
Once more to be young,
young together.... again.
Once more to not be alone.
Once more to be with you.
i just got dumped threw text so this is even more exceptionaly bueatiful than i would have thought </3 “I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0 -
pandora wrote:Once More
Once more to see your smile,
your honey sweet face.
Once more to feel the softness,
warm, thick in my hands.
Once more to live your world,
smell the dirt, feel the grass,
chase the chipmunks in your eyes.
Sniff the evening breeze that's carried on the miles.
Once more to hear you,
your breathing echo mine,
my little shadow, so quiet behind me,
always there, always there,
once more.
Once more to feel the tiny heartbeat lay in my arms,
hear the sigh,
share our peace.
My little piece of heaven.
Once more to live a memory,
laugh a moment.
Once more to be young,
young together.... again.
Once more to not be alone.
Once more to be with you.
wow, Pandora.
Simply beautiful.
It's been a while since I checked this thread, and reading all of your recent posts. It's glorious and so delicate and fragile but strong and defiant. Your writing, poetry and not, brings a calm and a serenity that we all need. To remind us of what's important.
brilliant :clap: thanks for sharing0 -
pearljamfan-1997 wrote:pandora wrote:Once More
Once more to see your smile,
your honey sweet face.
Once more to feel the softness,
warm, thick in my hands.
Once more to live your world,
smell the dirt, feel the grass,
chase the chipmunks in your eyes.
Sniff the evening breeze that's carried on the miles.
Once more to hear you,
your breathing echo mine,
my little shadow, so quiet behind me,
always there, always there,
once more.
Once more to feel the tiny heartbeat lay in my arms,
hear the sigh,
share our peace.
My little piece of heaven.
Once more to live a memory,
laugh a moment.
Once more to be young,
young together.... again.
Once more to not be alone.
Once more to be with you. i just got dumped threw text so this is even more exceptionaly bueatiful than i would have thought </3 I'm sorry to hear this
someone beautiful is around the bend....0 -
thanks always for listeningPilateOfTheStorm wrote:pandora wrote:Once More
Once more to see your smile,
your honey sweet face.
Once more to feel the softness,
warm, thick in my hands.
Once more to live your world,
smell the dirt, feel the grass,
chase the chipmunks in your eyes.
Sniff the evening breeze that's carried on the miles.
Once more to hear you,
your breathing echo mine,
my little shadow, so quiet behind me,
always there, always there,
once more.
Once more to feel the tiny heartbeat lay in my arms,
hear the sigh,
share our peace.
My little piece of heaven.
Once more to live a memory,
laugh a moment.
Once more to be young,
young together.... again.
Once more to not be alone.
Once more to be with you.
wow, Pandora.
Simply beautiful.
It's been a while since I checked this thread, and reading all of your recent posts. It's glorious and so delicate and fragile but strong and defiant. Your writing, poetry and not, brings a calm and a serenity that we all need. To remind us of what's important.
brilliant :clap: thanks for sharing 0 -
Come Sit With Me Now
Come sit with me Dad.
Come sit here next to me.
See the chair is empty here.
Come sit with me Dad.
It is a straight chair
with a small footstool
just like we like now.
Come sit with me Dad.
Come sit with me awhile.
We will hold hands like we used to.
Come put your hand in mine Dad.
Your hands, warm, soft and wrinkled,
white clean nails,
just like my hands now.
Come sit with me Dad.
Come sit and sip some too Dad.
See I've made a mint julep,
strong sweet fragrant.
Smell the icey mixture of yesterdays.
Come sit and sip with me now, Dad.
Come sit and listen Dad.
Listen to the music Dad.
Listen to the music and we will tap our feet.
And we will smile along
even though we can not dance now.
Come sit with me Dad.
Come sit here in this empty chair.
And we will share a thought or two now.
Come sit with me Dad....
come sit now,
if only in my thoughts.
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Black Coffee In A Rainy Mood
Black coffee in the rain,
Shedding droplets like feathers,
with the company I keep.
A warm roast steam, swirls the damp,
a touch of bitter
to my cool wet lips, then smile.
Blinking away a wet blur,
seeing the garden puddles form,
a promise to wash clean a new day.
Rainy music, the morning beat
carried through the day,
dancing away mistakes, hiding tears till night.
Rejoice in the Love of Lady Rain!0 -
I awoke to see you standing there
shaggy silhouette
moonlight just enough.
My heart went still
then began to beat so fast so loud
it echoed in my ears.
I remembered you
from a dream
the dream of a day after tomorrow.
I remembered you
from childhood
a daydream wish come true.
I remembered you
from pictures
and a photo never taken.
Beating heart be still
now
take me
so I can remember you
no more.
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"The function of prayer is not to influence God,
but rather to change the nature of the one who prays."
Everyone who touches my life changes me.
Matters not if I can
see them
or hold them
or hear them
I feel them
once with me they are in my heart and this can not be separated
even by leaving this world.
Love knows no bounds.0 -
Death's Door
A two weeks eve
your normal day,
a day of love and loss.
When you knock
no memories come,
they are all left behind.
To weak to reach
for a hand,
then a hand comes to yours.
The only thing,
that matters now,
is who's hand is
on the end.0 -
Distance
hiding from the unavoidaable
distance me from you
can't relive the memories
no more string to stich up wounds
took me in
then left me for my own
can't belive you'd do this,
how you're chilled to the bone
stupid and reckless
concious taken away
ripped out from under me
when already wobbling
struggling to stand on my own
divide the divided
subtract from four
and what you get is me
and my mistakes galor
hand printed windows
crying for escape
open door
welcome to leave
but afriad of what the outside world will make me see
in my reflection
changed but with no intention
intuectually beaten
grasping handle
pull open door
convincing myself to escape
but i know i won't
the little monster deep inside
screaming for more
it's need to feed
loving what ive come to be
But i am who i am and there is no need to change
so i shut the door
than catch my reflection in the broken glass
and come to realize
i like what i see
i came to realize i like me“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0 -
Love it... very good!pearljamfan-1997 wrote:Distance
hiding from the unavoidaable
distance me from you
can't relive the memories
no more string to stich up wounds
took me in
then left me for my own
can't belive you'd do this,
how you're chilled to the bone
stupid and reckless
concious taken away
ripped out from under me
when already wobbling
struggling to stand on my own
divide the divided
subtract from four
and what you get is me
and my mistakes galor
hand printed windows
crying for escape
open door
welcome to leave
but afriad of what the outside world will make me see
in my reflection
changed but with no intention
intuectually beaten
grasping handle
pull open door
convincing myself to escape
but i know i won't
the little monster deep inside
screaming for more
it's need to feed
loving what ive come to be
But i am who i am and there is no need to change
so i shut the door
than catch my reflection in the broken glass
and come to realize
i like what i see
i came to realize i like me
thanks for sharing
every broken heart I've had in life has made me like myself more
a silver lining for having been forsaken,
the heart mends stronger0 -
Cottage Smell and Melting Snow...
funny what can trigger our memories
pleasant or otherwise.
Cottage Smell
not like pink tea roses or bakery bread
or rain
but that smell that immediately transports to a different place and time.
Cottage smell
a heavy old musty dank woody smell
a smell of unfamilar surroundings, old furniture, old blankets,
well water, lemon and sun tea, fresh grass, fireplace.
Memories of
bug bites, fireflies, dirt roads, lily pads, marshmallows on a stick.
Forest green all around with a lake to match and a pier to jump from.
Men who walk on the moon, bacon and eggs, cool water,
sunshine, dragonflies the size of my hand, Mom with her brandy oldfashioned.
Steppenwolf, pink sandals, sunburned shoulders, blueberry popsicles.
Whispers in the dark drowned out by more crickets than there were stars,
that's a lot of crickets!
Long days, short nights, days to count down til home.
Missing you cause you could never stay,
tears of loss, dreams of shame, feeling alone when not.
Growing up but never wanting to.
Cottage smell
still filled with the opposing emotions that have always been me
because of you.0 -
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i love this one... its my favoritepandora wrote:Come Sit With Me Now
Come sit with me Dad.
Come sit here next to me.
See the chair is empty here.
Come sit with me Dad.
It is a straight chair
with a small footstool
just like we like now.
Come sit with me Dad.
Come sit with me awhile.
We will hold hands like we used to.
Come put your hand in mine Dad.
Your hands, warm, soft and wrinkled,
white clean nails,
just like my hands now.
Come sit with me Dad.
Come sit and sip some too Dad.
See I've made a mint julep,
strong sweet fragrant.
Smell the icey mixture of yesterdays.
Come sit and sip with me now, Dad.
Come sit and listen Dad.
Listen to the music Dad.
Listen to the music and we will tap our feet.
And we will smile along
even though we can not dance now.
Come sit with me Dad.
Come sit here in this empty chair.
And we will share a thought or two now.
Come sit with me Dad....
come sit now,
if only in my thoughts. “I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0 -
pandora wrote:
Love it... very good!pearljamfan-1997 wrote:Distance
hiding from the unavoidaable
distance me from you
can't relive the memories
no more string to stich up wounds
took me in
then left me for my own
can't belive you'd do this,
how you're chilled to the bone
stupid and reckless
concious taken away
ripped out from under me
when already wobbling
struggling to stand on my own
divide the divided
subtract from four
and what you get is me
and my mistakes galor
hand printed windows
crying for escape
open door
welcome to leave
but afriad of what the outside world will make me see
in my reflection
changed but with no intention
intuectually beaten
grasping handle
pull open door
convincing myself to escape
but i know i won't
the little monster deep inside
screaming for more
it's need to feed
loving what ive come to be
But i am who i am and there is no need to change
so i shut the door
than catch my reflection in the broken glass
and come to realize
i like what i see
i came to realize i like me
thanks for sharing
every broken heart I've had in life has made me like myself more
a silver lining for having been forsaken,
the heart mends stronger
I don't need stupid boys:) haha They are fun for a while but im realy way to young to worry about this. I just need my friends:)))
Also, I have come to wonder, how do you make your words sound like a peom when they are not? It's whimsical!“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0 -
thank you for this!pearljamfan-1997 wrote:
i love this one... its my favoritepandora wrote:Come Sit With Me Now
Come sit with me Dad.
Come sit here next to me.
See the chair is empty here.
Come sit with me Dad.
It is a straight chair
with a small footstool
just like we like now.
Come sit with me Dad.
Come sit with me awhile.
We will hold hands like we used to.
Come put your hand in mine Dad.
Your hands, warm, soft and wrinkled,
white clean nails,
just like my hands now.
Come sit with me Dad.
Come sit and sip some too Dad.
See I've made a mint julep,
strong sweet fragrant.
Smell the icey mixture of yesterdays.
Come sit and sip with me now, Dad.
Come sit and listen Dad.
Listen to the music Dad.
Listen to the music and we will tap our feet.
And we will smile along
even though we can not dance now.
Come sit with me Dad.
Come sit here in this empty chair.
And we will share a thought or two now.
Come sit with me Dad....
come sit now,
if only in my thoughts.
me too!
it was Fathers Day I was sitting on the back deck really feeling my fathers presence.
He left this world in 1990 but it feels like yesterday.
Time doesn't seem to exist in love.
My health problems today have brought me to be much like him.
Silver lining in that is so has my understanding of him and his life.
Everything comes around and the older we get the more we forgive.0 -
Whimsical is what I am! ... living amongst the birds and anolespearljamfan-1997 wrote:pandora wrote:
Love it... very good!pearljamfan-1997 wrote:Distance
hiding from the unavoidaable
distance me from you
can't relive the memories
no more string to stich up wounds
took me in
then left me for my own
can't belive you'd do this,
how you're chilled to the bone
stupid and reckless
concious taken away
ripped out from under me
when already wobbling
struggling to stand on my own
divide the divided
subtract from four
and what you get is me
and my mistakes galor
hand printed windows
crying for escape
open door
welcome to leave
but afriad of what the outside world will make me see
in my reflection
changed but with no intention
intuectually beaten
grasping handle
pull open door
convincing myself to escape
but i know i won't
the little monster deep inside
screaming for more
it's need to feed
loving what ive come to be
But i am who i am and there is no need to change
so i shut the door
than catch my reflection in the broken glass
and come to realize
i like what i see
i came to realize i like me
thanks for sharing
every broken heart I've had in life has made me like myself more
a silver lining for having been forsaken,
the heart mends stronger
I don't need stupid boys:) haha They are fun for a while but im realy way to young to worry about this. I just need my friends:)))
Also, I have come to wonder, how do you make your words sound like a peom when they are not? It's whimsical!
my friend said the other day.. "you are the only person I know who talks to lizards"
I pondered a moment and said
' that must be why people don't seem as happy as they could be'
You are right about the boys and they are an awful lot of fun
Just keep your heart open, remain fearless in love, and love you will win in the end
Count yourself lucky if you have one good friend to count on for a lifetime.
It's all that's needed.
Enjoy your youth!
and thanks for visiting 0 -
it was neither truth
nor lie
fleeting nor lasting
it was just... time
two souls
dancing in the breeze
leaving nothing to fate
only dreamsPeace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel0
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