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We are one. |
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Jenna Member
since 2007-03-20
Posts 180 |
Silent sisters is a term that can be used to define me and you. Through our outward voices we cover up pain and regret. Our vibrant smiles hide a multitude of hurt that cannot be expressed to those around us. We both put on our masks and play the game that will get us through our tomorrows, desperately painting over the cracks to appear defined perfect unblemished together. When our two souls met they were connected by a longing. A longing to bring out the truth, the truth of who we are. With you I can fall apart and know that you will piece me back together. With me you can tell me your darkest secrets and know that with just one look I have understood. We take shelter in each others eyes, our pasts our mistakes our regrets whatever happens, we are one. We lean on each other to shoulder the burden and most of all we love like we've never loved before, because looking at one another is like looking into a big sane mirror and having our pain dreams thoughts reflected clearly vividly into our line of vision. |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Hi Jenna, your shadow, your inner voices, the you inside, I know them all my friend and have written on each as well. We both put on our masks and play the game that will get us through our tomorrows, desperately painting over the cracks to appear defined perfect unblemished together. I liked this line and am enjoying your writing, it makes me well reflect on myself. Here I have sent you one of my poems called Curtain Call, it might be something you can relate to my friend. In day I find my freedom, well before the coming light Again when daylight disappears and once again it’s night That’s when the time is mine alone to do with what I please It’s early morning and at night; my thoughts on life do ease They’re hours that I daren’t not share, in case I loose my mind They’re hours that are so darn rare, for each is hard to find They give me basic peace of mind and sort the what’s to come They’re hours that I call as mine, before with time they’re done My day is but a circus, where I feel but as a clown Performing when the curtains up and thinking when it’s down Of night when I have freedom and not my duties chain When home again I’m bound for, till curtain call again In my life I’m awaiting for the nighttime and the day To join with understanding and accompany my way To let me find my freedom even after day does break To let me find more joy in task as every step I take But now I’m in the dark again with freedom in my heart I’m tired but find refuge till another day does start I’ll sleep but think of daytime where my freedom cannot go Again the clown performing, when tomorrow and the show Enjoy your day. Rick |
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Gifted Member
since 2007-06-26
Posts 140Caribbean |
Now the poem Jenna, to be honest didn't seem like a poem at all. It didn't flow. I also didn't like the way it was presented. There were long lines, then one word lines. It was awkward for me. I'm not saying that I didn't like the poem, because I did. It just didn't seem coherent. Also, Rick... that poem you wrote was AWSOME. I really liked it. Another splendid piece of work from you. "My day is but a circus, where I feel but as a clown Performing when the curtains up and thinking when it’s down" Wow, that was my favorite part. Very nice. Peace. Love. Forgiveness. Blessings and Guidance |
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matthew hallman Junior Member
since 2007-07-04
Posts 10 |
i like it  |
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