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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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No Poetry In Me I guess I'm just a fool of sorts not even one who stands out from the crowd, a jester, the joker in an overplayed deck of cards still trying to deal Disneyland in a run-down carnival of life. I'm a woman living inside a dead body sleeping on sheets of regret's repeat robbed of youth and glass slippers trying to find redemption from an inner child's prison of a past that erases the future. Surrounded by walls gone mad because of me I sink in quicksand of fragile memory, abused, used and infused with the nothing of it all writing love letters to my prince that can never be read with crayons that are black. There's no song in me, no stars seen in my eyes there never really was I'm a mistake, an accident unworthy of freedom's touch. For, there will never be that perfect verse of soul which sets proverbial pin to drop in the silence of a scream. There is no forgiveness, no release of a vulture who has made my heart bleed on a blank sheet. There's no syllable of sanity no meter to float upon, there's no beauty born in me and it leaves my muse muted and excluded from the flight of sonnets in heal with my empty inkwell spilling in tears dried up in the hollow of lost hope, for, there's no poetry in me. By Melissa P. Monette [This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (02-25-2002 11:36 PM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Yes, there is, Melissa! Though sad I can tell, your words are strong with feeling strong with feelings of you! and well done |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
writing love letters to my prince that can never be read with crayons that are black. There's no song in me, no stars seen in my eyes there never really was ============================== your heart bleeds alright...but not on a blank sheet... you write your emotions with such aching depth that your muse gets tired and must rest...but I do so relate to feeling like there is no poetry or feeling like there wont ever be again when our muses are silent. Theres a whole lot of poetry here...for having none  Classic Melis write. "Never made it as a wise man |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Thank you so much for your replies Martie and JM~  This is a poem dedicated to all the abused children who grew up feeling that they could never have something beautiful to create in this world....I know this feeling all too well. "Poetry is not an opinion expressed... |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Melissa this is fantastic. I'm a woman living inside a dead body sleeping on sheets of regret's repeat robbed of youth and glass slippers trying to find redemption from an inner child's prison of a past that erases the future. Surrounded by walls gone mad because of me I sink in quicksand of fragile memory, abused, used and infused with the nothing of it all writing love letters to my prince that can never be read with crayons that are black. This is just phenomenal, and cna apply to many dfferent circumstances. Which I guess is what makes great poetry. Sandra |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Oh how the truth hurts. I've had so many of these same thoughts, ....I guess I'm afraid to admit what is happening inside of me, and I don't know which is the lesser of two evils.... keeping them bottled up or rocking the boat until it sinks. Thank you so much for writing this. Truly it is a brilliant poem that touched me deeply. [This message has been edited by BluesSerenade (02-26-2002 01:30 PM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (tears fall down my cheeks) Oh Melissa, this is soooooooo heartbreaking, I know this feeling all too well for it is all a part of me and how I used to feel everyday as I was abused physically and emotionally in my childhood, and I felt as though God created me to forever be pushed around and never be loved once! (BIG HUGGGSSSSSS) My heart goe sout to all these children of the world, I no longer feel doubtful now and I pray with all my heart that they too will find hope and pride in themselves and they will write with a new smile of gold everyday! (kiss on cheek) We all love you so much, sweet friend, God Bless You! You have a very loving and compassionate heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!    May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Chelsea~ Member
since 2001-02-09
Posts 260Ontario, CANADA |
missy sometimes you write things so solemn and moving that they leave me speechless, this is one of those times, all I can say is this is your best  |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Your muse is not muted Melissa. "I'm a woman living inside a dead body sleeping on sheets of regret's repeat robbed of youth and glass slippers trying to find redemption from an inner child's prison of a past that erases the future." This was very moving, and sad. A great write full of feeling. floria Floria |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Melissa, Such pain makes the butterfly fly. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
To write and share with people who care takes bitter pain away illuminating a new day! Write on Melissa! ~* Imagination is more important than knowledge *~ |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
Wow, this was touching. I've often written myself along the same threads.....but perhaps not so eloquently. Well done. "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
Your poetry defies the concept and proves it otherwise. Great write. Personally, I love to vent this way!!! |
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