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A Wave That Finally Moved
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A Wave That Finally Moved |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL 
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there is stength sickening to my state of mind these days and everyone thinks they know what I require to be sane. I have held love again and it chased itself through my fingers seems the ground it lands upon when it finds me has become less inclined to solidity. there is a possible ample amount of touch needed to keep me in the right corners but I always wandered into the fight fists up body tensed and utterly blinded to the real consequences of trying again and again. How many more bruises can my will hold. there is a pain I should have grown accustomed to by now and it starts somewhere my hands cannot clutch. there are no more answers only vague remnants of someone I always tried to be and failed. there is a desperation in words when slender poetry fattens into a body of journal like wanderings and a slow sinking silence as I still feed them. There is a cirlce I have walked and for all the words I made so brilliant a short while ago I have come back around to me and I am standing in rotting rooms of "me poetry" again desperate to move past myself when I haven't. there is a purpose out there that is lost to me so I have decided to try sitting in the clearing with all the paths around me hoping something wonderous will materialize in the entrance of one or more of them. If I'm empty then how can I feel the bite of tears on the horizon of a moment? How grave is my condition, for I cannot find the words to say, I need you so. |
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Moonlight Romeo 
since 2001-09-10
Posts 982The heart of you |
Because you are never empty, you are always filled with the feelings. Usually of love, and for love. Thank you. What light through yon window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Methinks, fair lady, that rather than sitting in a clearing, you might be better served taking one of the paths and experience more of life  Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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INclan Senior Member
since 1999-07-20
Posts 1024Indiana, USA |
Rather than offer any kind of hollow advice, I choose to sit quietly with your creation and listen to the rain hit my window. It is that king of day. Thank You. INclan |
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blakloks Member
since 2002-06-01
Posts 60 |
this is a realli sad but good poem ~hugs~ |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
quote: so, back to the beginning again, eh?? that's where it all has to start. . . the beginning. . . perhaps a new one. . . perhaps, just a cleaning of the clearing. . . and a new sight. . . it's good to read your words again my friend. . . ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Jenn, I can feel your heart aching in these words, sweet friend, I believe the best way to go about it is to find your way down one of those roads at lifes intersection, for it hurts and is unhealthy just waiting for something to come while you should always take the tie to appreciate the simple beauties of life until you trip upon such joy in serendipity! (sigh) My heart goes out to you, sweet friend, this is a sad but fabulous poem, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Jenn, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." Shakira [This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (06-03-2002 09:19 PM).] |
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