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Home In My Own |
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Jeremy Redinger Junior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 46 |
Haven't posted a poem in a few days, so here you go. A little bit of wisdom from a time when pain and confusion numbed my heart, and for a little while everything was clear. Home in my Own Here I am, Words of emotion sitting at the ball of my pen, Draining from my hand and fingertips. I touch my face, So soft, so comforting, I'm content, And yet sadly depressed. Feelings I haven't felt in years, Emotions long forgotten, It's almost nostalgic; The way things used to be... I feel good; The soft smile that trails accross my face, The slow rhythm of the letters as they flow from my pen. Emotionless, with all the emotion in the world. No sense, But maybe that is as it should be. So very sad and hurt, So inexplicably happy in the way I feel; Caged in a world of my own, One I spent years trying to break free of. It's not the most wonderful place in the world, But it feels like home. That's the way things are sometimes I guess; I still want what I always have, But I'm content with things as they are. I think that's how life is supposed to be, And if that is so then I am content. Life is as it should be, I am happy for that, And I am happy for me. [This message has been edited by Jeremy Redinger (edited 03-04-2001).] |
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Jeremy Redinger Junior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 46 |
Sorry, I just reread this and realized something... It's a difficult poem to understand unless you've read another one of my poems, entitled "Sadness". I've posted it here for your convinience (copied from Passions). Sadness by Sage Mithril Am I to be happy? I dwell so deep within myself that I have never seen the light of day. The past never happened, the future will never come, and the present isn't real. Depression is a part of everyday life. The birds chirp for someone else, The day warms the lives of everyone, but me. Happiness lies near, but my mind won't let my heart reach for it, and happiness never knew. I live in a prison, solitary confinement. Fear is my guard. Nothing stops happiness from reaching me, only me from it. I am sure that if I can ever grasp it that the barrier will be forever shattered. How do you break through invisible bars? What is it like to touch something you've never had? I am confined to myself, Just me and my sadness. -- Anyway, sorry for making you read all that... I'll keep an eye out for poems that refer to other poems before I post them from now on. *shrug* [This message has been edited by Jeremy Redinger (edited 03-04-2001).] |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Jeremy, Nice reflective muse here. write on Kethry Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen. |
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Temptress*Moon Member
since 2001-01-15
Posts 240Long Island, NY |
((Hugs)) Jeremy YOU have captured my heart with your words  Temptress*Moon I slept and dreamed that life was beauty was thy dream then a shadowy lie? -ESH- |
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Broken Member
since 2000-03-12
Posts 271The woods |
Yeah it was easier to understand once I read Sadness. Just exellent I have to say, both of them. ~Broken~ Oh God! Why the angels fall first? |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Great follow up. The lesson is if we love ourselves and are content with ourselves, then we move in with our life. And hopefully we do find love, but if not, it won't kill us. Too many people really believe they cannot live without a partner, and they are wasting so much time worrying about it, they miss so much in the interum. Well done! Isis *War produces one thing - Cemetaries. And in cemetaries there are no enemies!* ~Isis~~Sovereign of the Spirit. |
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