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My Poetry Page |
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Constant Forgiveness
I cry and you weep Sailing into the rest of this life. We are constantly forgiving All that we are ever to do wrong. |
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Caught myself staring At him, and I didn't know then.
Caught myself wishing to run my hands through his hair.
Bairly knew him a minute, He didn't have to speak. Bairly knew him a minute, He already left me weak. |
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Blanket Girls
Can't stop thinking about the past And all the people that are there Still lingering in suspention.
I can't rid these ghosts. Can't break this shell. Forgot the light ahead. Leave me, I will dwell.
He told me to let it go, And I took that advice. His little brother calls....
I can't rid these faces Can't assume control Never to forgive me They consume my soul. |
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Blue
Run on, and keep shinin like a strike of blue lightening. Keep pushing me to love a little more. |
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My fairytale complete. My only dream fulfilled. One day to add in the scrapbook of my soul. Continue. Continue this symphony of life I feel imerge when he comes near. I am truly in love w/ him. Roll on sweet caress, wave over my soul. His essence consumes me in this life and the next. |
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I sip my tea, and have a thought. Mazzy plays me a tune. What happened to that mood I was in?
Floating on a cumulus cloud in this paper sky. I haven't written this much in years.
The thoughts are swirling like icecream in a wirly-gig. Can't qutie figure out what she wants to say.
Past is killing her heart on the left side only. He keeps the right side pumping overtime. |
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Can't keep it bottled up like Tea anymore. Gotta get it out there like air, said Gotta push it through like breathing Hold it up to people like a big red sign Keep it comin' like all you can eat, said. Flow out like rivers to oceans and back to gulfs and harbors that reach people for only if just a moment in a day. |
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Crawling all over the photo books, and written words. Sentence fragments, sobering comments and glances at people, she's crawling over the memories in her brain. Tonight she feeds on the wonder her inner child pulses out like irridecent light. Tonight she's not crying about hte past. She's coping, and dealing and having good feelings about what is to come. |
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