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since 11-09-1999
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California! Yeah! Okay, I'm

0 posted 12-30-1999 11:15 PM       View Profile for Astraea   Email Astraea   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Astraea

One day I was proposed a question
That never ceases to leave my mind
My friend was curios as a kitten
Reading all the things I had written
He had seen me slaving
Over all the pens, paper and, yes, even late at night in front of a screen
He had seen the frustration
Over such little things when no words seemed to flow
And always he had been supportive, my dearest childhood friend
But now he seemed to wonder
Why I put myself to reach such a strange end

Why do I write?
Why must I put everything I think or know
Onto a paper that may never be read?
Why live through all the frowns
Of disgust or pure dislike
From people who just couldn't get the tiny inner point?
But the simple question
With such a deep meaning
Seemed so entirely easy
To answer without shame

Yes, it's work, yes, it does seem pointless
But with each little poem or story I write,
With each little quote I can give you to make a point
And with each completely piece of work finished
A little piece of my heart goes with it
Yes, it hurts, and yes, it can sometimes make you cry
For writing with pure emotion, thought or moral
You must be able to know what you talk about
And a little piece of your spirit goes with it
Because of how deep it goes into you
So, piece by piece, I write myself away
Sometimes about sadness or sometimes just to cheer
But, always, forever and as long as I know,
I will send a piece of myself along with the words

He was an understanding type, but sadly, not a writer
He asked why would I put myself through such a torture
When I never knew if anything would come of it
I laughed, dismissing the words, but the question still plagued me
Was there more of a reason?

Then all the poetry I remember and still read
Came back like a flood of good memories
This is why I write
Because when you put a little piece of yourself
It will let someone see you, just a piece
And the emotion will come back much more strongly
When you read someone else's art
And see a little piece of them
To take into yourself

So we give a little, but we get back a lot
This is why we write
To spread ourselve's around with just a little piece
And we gather up all the pieces the friends we may never meet
Into our minds
Our spirits
And our hearts

 "Sometimes stars can only be seen in darkness."

"Sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things."

© Copyright 1999 Tiffany - All Rights Reserved
Femme's Father
since 10-30-1999
Posts 68
Carrollton, TX, USA

1 posted 12-30-1999 11:54 PM       View Profile for Femme's Father   Email Femme's Father   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Femme's Father

I appreciate you sharing the why's of what makes us keep on ticking despite the many forces that tend to blow out our flame of expressions. Very well expressed from the depths of your fountains. I feel poetry flows from us like tossing a stick into a river and it follows the path of the river.
I step into the flow of thoughts that start
emerging from within, & if I can get into the flow the words seem to just float out
& onto the page..again nice of you to share
Member Empyrean
since 06-05-99
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Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA

2 posted 12-31-1999 12:16 AM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

We have many similar thoughts described here and you have expressed them very ably. Very nice work indeed.
Member Ascendant
since 09-06-99
Posts 6390
Sunny Queensland

3 posted 12-31-1999 02:30 AM       View Profile for Isis   Email Isis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Isis's Home Page   View IP for Isis

I get similar to that myself, well done  

 At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. (Plato)
(Daughter of Mystery)

Member Elite
since 10-28-1999
Posts 3189
Northern Cali

4 posted 12-31-1999 05:02 AM       View Profile for devina   Email devina   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for devina

I feel that the frustration of writing only intensifies the satisfaction once you've gotten it right.  good poem!

 Open arms can be the most fragile in the world...
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since 08-30-99
Posts 1829
Aloha, Oregon

5 posted 12-31-1999 05:06 AM       View Profile for PhaerieChild   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for PhaerieChild

BRAVO!!! Very good piece!! Well written and so right on. I too feel as if I give pieces of myself when I write and you've expressed it so well.

 Poetry~ Words falling on paper, painting a dream.

Shawna R. Holder
Boise, Idaho

Nate Dogg
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since 11-15-1999
Posts 1691
Georgia, Fulton

6 posted 12-31-1999 01:20 PM       View Profile for Nate Dogg   Email Nate Dogg   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nate Dogg's Home Page   View IP for Nate Dogg

Brilliantly written Astraea. You're very creative too!

Echo Rhayne
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since 09-17-99
Posts 1538
Canyon Country, CA

7 posted 01-01-2000 08:29 AM       View Profile for Echo Rhayne   Email Echo Rhayne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Echo Rhayne

Wow, you described very many of my own feelings!

 ~*~ Hell is not a place of fire and a devil with a tail and horns. But a place of torment because the light of God is gone. To escape this, accept the blood of Jesus Christ! ~*~

Elizabeth Santos
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since 11-08-1999
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8 posted 01-01-2000 08:49 AM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

I read this with tears flowing down my face.
I didn't know who you were but now I know.
You've written it on paper
You gave a part of yourself to me
You put into words what I couldn't express, not even on a good day, a day of inspiration, of flowing words and rhyme.
I'm so proud of this piece
You are a gifted writer indeed
Thank you for writing my heart
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9 posted 01-01-2000 08:53 AM       View Profile for whiskey   Email whiskey   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit whiskey's Home Page   View IP for whiskey

You have captured so many of the feelings I have when I need to write and I too feel as if I give parts of me in my writing , wonderful poem  

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10 posted 01-01-2000 12:18 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

You have captured the essence of the writer! Giving and receiving! Well done!  


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