Open Poetry #1 |
A hill in my back yard |
tori Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 520Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA |
I've stuffed within my knapsack all my pretty pretty things I'll tote them on my merry way in hopes for higher ground, where words don't bruse you and love don't knock you down Where trees limbs blow in beauty No one can pick them for pain It would be of duty, to never say your name My lips are sore and swollen, My teeth are not all there But on top of the mountain of these things no one cares And in return they all answer, and sit a spell with me We talk of all our beauty Of love finding beauty in me As I sit and let the sunshine, bake out my memories I come here to the mountains river, that cools my frigtened head To wash away the blood stained bruises, that cleanses me to forgive I know here I am welcomed their all so warm and free And no one here will judge me or keep me in captivity I am someone in the mountain, and forever will I be When time there is no longer 'tis here I shall be free Oh carry me to my mountain, and lay my soul to rest Forever is just the time it takes, to take a single breath |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
Tori, I don't know what to say...Breath-taking... Your words are such an inspiration to me! ------------------ ~one voice~ *You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.* |
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