Poetry Collection
The Bird ~ by: Salina
How I wish I were a bird, to soar above the clouds; letting my spirit fly, away from mortal shrouds; with the winds to giude my heart towards a merth, the fantasy lands at the ends of this earth; which sadness is unknown and gayity is life, with no worries of society to cause me to strife; with the river wild running as my blood, giving me strength to ride above the toiling flood; in the oceans I swim with the sun on my back, warming my heart and filling its every crack; at the end of each day when my spirit settles down, the pale moon above dubs my feathers with a silver crown.
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Inside of Me ~by: Salina
Inside of me is a scared child; kept locked away from the blades of people's tounges; Yet inside of she is trying to get free; longing to be loved and for everyone to understand her needs; outside of me she's bold and strong; with ideals for her to live and no cares for anyones love; sobbing for someone to hold onto; For within her delicate heart holding the truth, that few have seen, is the fun loving woman she has aways dreamed of being.
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Slumber's Bliss ~by: Salina
My dear, my love, with you I give this gift, the eternal life of slumber's bliss and soon my dear, I will join you in happiness. But until that day, we must temporarily say good-bye, for I cannot follow you, I have things to try. So I give this gift of eternal slumber's bliss, where your pains will never touch you, but keep in mind our happy times, the ones I know we'll miss. Just remember my dear, my love, I'll see you oneday in slumber's bliss.
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Unknown Title ~ unknown author
Relationships of all kinds are like sand held loosely, with an open hand, the sand will remain where it is, the minute you close you hand and tightly squeeze to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers, you may hold on to some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely with repect na freedom for the other person, it is likely to stay in tact, but hold on too tightly, too possesively and the relationship slips way and is lost.
Day Dreams ~ by:Salina
where dreams can go the heart can reach, and memories recall beyond the bounds of probing hands, lies the truth of a person their soul, thier very being, this naked place, known to heven and few of mortal bounds, is what a person craves. Purity, truth, love, and happiness. But we hide them, afraid of judgment, lies, brokenness, nd abuse. There of which society feeds, it harvests our feers, and uses ourselves, their most deadly weapon for this gastly deed. For you cannnot out run yourself. So far with in this race we search for ourselves. A haven which nothing bars our hearts or dreams. We grasp at the edges of it, daily we scan the serface. For this is what we all cherish.... sleep with roaving pictures.... memmories.....................DREAMS.
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Colors of Thought ~ by: Salina
Across the seas and oceans, clouds and distant skies. My mind's eye sees colors painted bright, of memmories past and future be.
Bold yellow, orange, and pinks, bold blues and purples. My mind is happy, colors painted bright, of memmories past and future be.
Raging rapid reds and orange, seething green and blue. My mind is racing. Colors painted bright, of memmories past and future be.
Muddy browns and steril grays, groping black benieth. My mind is confused. Colors painted dark, of memmories psat and future be.
Pastel pinks and violets, calm teals and mango. My mind is at peace. Colors painted bright of memmories past and futures let go.
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Intoxication ~ by:Salina
Wanting to be free again... to feel my heart take flight.....wieghtless and carefree... alive with color.... vibrance from every hue..... the coolness of the water..... flowing over my skin.....washing away impurities.. thoughts running away.....taking flight upon the wind.....to the corners of the earth.....bathed on carressing heat....of the shining sun.....warming my body, mind and soul.....freeing it with enticing friction.....pulsing through my viens.....
