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An apology is a good way to have the last word. ~Author Unknown

Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. ~Les Brown

One half of knowing what you want is knowing what you must give up before you get it. ~Sidney Howard

The road leading to a goal does not separate you from the destination; it is essentially a part of it. ~Charles DeLint

There is something self-defeating in the too-conscious pursuit of pleasure. ~Max Eastman

Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it. ~Jacques Pr�vert

o A Battered child *
o A Better tomorrow *
o A Breathless moment *
o A Broken Angel *
o A Castle on the hill
o A child's cry *
o A Child's Hand
o A Stray Child *
o A Child's Tears *
o A fight I can't win
o A Haunting Dream *
o A Hero *
o A Knight's Tale
o A Little girl cowers
o A Ghost
o A Simple Tear *
o A Simple Ripple
o A ship lost at sea
o A Slave
o A Stamp of Evil
o A woman's way
o Acceptance
o Aimlessly *
o All I want
o All we can be
o All we have
o Alone Inside *
o Always saying I'm sorry
o Am I alone
o Am I worthy
o An angel descends
o An Empty Pen *
o Anger
o As A Child

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A Broken Angel
by dragonpoet@2003
Dew clinging to the grass
And the sun beginning to shine,
A reflection of a new day,
Fresh beginnings and tattered endings,
I look back upon my childhood
With a frozen smile and falling tears.

How fragile and wounded I was,
An angel with a broken wing,
Unable to soar, unable to dream,
Hearing only my tears, my shame,
A shame that was never mine,
But I boar it just the same.

A fallen angel,
Shattered before her time,
Wounded before she flew,
Before she even knew how to fly
She was grounded here in hell,
Dying a little more each and every day.

I remember the silent tears,
The shouts, the raging fear,
Knowing I was nothing more
But a flying pest smashed on the wall.

I've been told that with time
The memories will fade,
Becoming dull and forgotten,
But like a broken angel
Grounded here in hell
I'm still gathering the shattered pieces,
Gluing them back together,
Knowing someday I'll soar.

A stray Child-the lost one
by Dragonpoet@2004
Wandering far and wide, seeking the answers,
A wandering soul, a stray cat , a lost one,
Finding only the tears inside and the silence,
Trapping me within myself, afraid to reach out,
Pretending all is well, but all the time, I'm crumbling.

Heard this all before, been here before,
Knowing it wont last, nothing ever does,
Not the cherished moments and not the bad,
But for now, I am the lost one,
Wandering from place to place,
Trapped within the corridors of myself.

Listening to the far away melody,
Knowing I should be smiling, should be happy,
But like the falling rain the tears fall,
And upon the wind, I hear the whispers
Knowing the moment wont last,
Nothing ever does.

Sometimes I cling to the melody
To the sorrow I know, to all I am used too
Afraid of the unknown, afraid of the laughter,
Of what I've never know, of the songs never heard,
of the melody silences so long,
And for now, I am the stray child, the lost one.

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~Anton Chekhov

Always the Same question

Sometimes I have lots to think about,
A lot to understand, to sink deep inside my soul,
But sometimes I don't want to care,
Don't want to analzye, to understand
Why I feel the way I do...I just want to say that I do...

But it isn't enough, not for you and not for them,
Always the same question... "What's wrong?"
And if I truly knew, if I understood...then I know
Then I know why the tears keep falling.

Feeling so helpless, a child trapped inside this aging body,
Wanting to recapture what can not be found,
Can't recapture what's lost, what's gone...

Fustration, anger, sadness, sorrow, misery
The scope I travel through everyday
Finding it so hard to understand,
To filter what is true and what is not,
Knowing that I just feel the way I do,
But over and over, I hear the same old question...

Always the same question... "What's wrong?"
And if I knew, If I could understand
Then would I chose to feel this way,
To be this way.. I think not...

So tired of the question,
So tired of searching for answers
When maybe none exist,
Except it is simply the way I feel.

An Empty Pen
I'm a simple pen, plain and ordinary
Yes, I have no ink to stain my shell
I'm without a drop
Yet, I still hold myself in pride
And when others appear amazed
By my total lack of ink
And they whisper I can not be
I just giggle, knowing I'm here.

                                                              I am a pen with not a drop of ink,
                                                              I am empty through and through
                                                              I have not an ounce
                                                              To mir my lovely shell,
                                                              Yet I am filled with pride
                                                              Knowing once I was like them,
                                                              Fulled with ink and dreams yet to be written.

                                                                                      I have a colored shell,
                                                                                      I have a prefect tip
                                                                                      But lack the ink
                                                                                      To shower my tales
                                                                                    Since a pen without ink finds it tricky
                                                                                      To write a single word without ink
                                                                                       I stay close to home
                                                                                      Knowing I was the best!

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Ana�s Nin

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~Sylvia Plath

The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium. ~Norbet Platt

Alone inside

Inside I stand alone,
Alone against the cascading doubts,
The demons of the day,
Knowing there is only me,
But sometimes weariness plagues me,
I long to lay down my arms.

I am not afraid to stand alone
Been this way for too long,
Know no other way to be,
But sometimes the weariness
Is a blanket of self illusions?
A poison seeping deep inside of me.

Inside I stand alone
Feeling the sting of despair,
Eating away at my core,
Rotting, withering, dying,
Knowing there is no escape,
No rescuing knight for me.

Knowing and understanding
The way I do, doesn't help,
Doesn't help when doubts fall,
And inside I stand alone
Like I have always done.

Should be used this,
The feelings I have,
The stress, the pressure, the darkness,
But I never seem to be,
And even though I find myself,
Standing alone against my darkness,
I just want to lay down my arms,
And smile again.

* Means the poem appears on this page.