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Thorns |
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spiked Senior Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 873Hammond, La USA 
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The scales and thorns that burn my skin The pain that turns from deep within When all you think you know and feel Goes far beyond what’s true and real Contained in things that’s long since past No longer can I reach the mast To guide which way this wind shall blow And take me where I wish to go With no direction, I run aground And sit here lost without a sound No voice to say that alls ok No hope to change the coming day No storybook end to seal this dream No one to decipher all that I mean Translate the burs of which I write And watch this day turn into night I miss you more with each new day And that I cannot change. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This was a painful read. Heartbreak is a very apt description...you can feel it in your chest and sometimes it hurts just to breathe. I could feel that through your words. Ouch.  |
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bslicker 
since 2000-12-04
Posts 2321state of mind |
When all you think you know and feel Goes far beyond what’s true and real Wow these are some key words for you to write. The whole write is really based on that.. only my opinion.. Bernie Slicker |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
very sad!!!!!but enjoyed  |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
rich...... new wings shall grow,& you shall fly there shall be no limit to your sky and found within the pain you feel is a wonderful power that can heal and the voice you long to hear shall draw you close and hold you near then when the days turn to night they comfort you then lose their fright helen [This message has been edited by 1slick_lady (edited 04-01-2001).] |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Spiked~ A lament that resounds and sometimes confounds ... Sadly penned ache ... ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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spiked Senior Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 873Hammond, La USA |
Sometimes wounds get re-opened unintentionally. Not as bad as it seems but it did convey the feelings in true form. Thanks all Rich |
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