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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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I Could Have Been Upon the wall I hear the chime of midnight, thus ends the little girl fairytale of faith that flew to catch a falling star that now wets a dream behind the ears with every penny abandoned in shallow wishing wells. But, how does one go back to simply walking when they've tasted the omnipotent breeze with running wings? Though blind, ignorance is never kind and time cannot mend the wounds we keep open beneath the sadistic grin of sun as we wait for light to warm us with second chances when instead it stings us with a scar inevitable upon the heart. I could have been a great many things, yet, as these words leap from the ink of my think I realize with open eyes for the first time that I've barely set sail into the surf of waves, and now their once thunderous applause turns to a thumbs down. My footprints upon the sand of life wash away too easily into the angry sea, anchoring aspirations to drown esteem's vessel drying up all that should have swam to new depths. I am unimportant, a loose colourless thread tangled in the quilt of reason and answers that never come. Behind the Iris of memory lies the seeds of an ugly weed deeply rooted in the quicksand of an ill-blooming flower at decree of a cruel past. With bright smile and clever wile filled to the brim with potential that's never been spilt forth into dreams of a could be reality, I am merely living to die. Life no longer holds hope in the palm of my hands, each day is a failed test just to breathe in the tease of truth and attach fate's strings to my limbs and dance. Regret pales the kaleidoscope of possibility as I am surrounded by the pointed fingers of a thousand clocks ticking on my soul that 'too late' is fast approaching. My skin has too many blank pages from books I never sought to read like an unopened window of opportunity made from fragile mosaic of glass ready to shatter without warning from tears that smear the windowpain. The world outside my view slaps me in the face with a bitter wind echoing through the shadows of my frozen heart in the labyrinth of forever winter that forces barren the network of leaves on the tree of growth. The stumbled tracks in the snow are endless as are my fears that blanket the face of this soul as it weeps through a broken record of maze 'round and around in circles of the inability to find myself. With bright smile and clever wile filled to the brim with potential that has aged to amnesia, the musicbox ballerina within takes her final spin to curtsey as the lid slowly closes in defeat sealing her off-key melody in a tomb of screaming silence. And so, I place my future into the dusty coffin of my hopechest as I watch love linger into nothing. My blood, sweat and tears that I've poured into the cup of 'someday' over the years are only fool's gold found at the end of illusion. Denial no longer hangs over the edge, and, I pity myself no more as optimism is beyond the point of renewal. I've dissapointed all that wanted to mold me into what they desired me to be to make up for their loss of once and again. I am so young, yet, now so old, I care so much, that I just don't care anymore. And, that's the saddest part because I could have been a great many things. By Melissa P. Monette  [This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (03-31-2002 07:10 PM).] |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Brilliant writing Melissa, all of it, each and every single word of it! It seems a cruel joke to care too much, and that to me is a crying shame. Bless you for this! |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Melissa, I liked the construction of this and the way it flowed through all your thoughts to the end. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
I could have been a great many things, yet, as these words leap from the ink of my think I realize with open eyes for the first time that I've barely set sail into the surf of waves, and now their once thunderous applause turns to a thumbs down. This verse grabbed me and I liked the way you repeated the first line towards the end. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big huggggsssssss) Oh Melissa, this is so very sad but true, life does indeed offer us a lot of cruel jokes disguised as fools gold, but there will always be true pure gold for us all and as long as we embrace each moment with joy, we will find true happiness! (kiss on cheek) Always believe in your heart and you can be so much, sweet friend, we all love you so much, God Bless You! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Melissa, What an incredible poet you are. Please tell me these words don't ring of truth. They ache with tragedy so well defined. I am repeatedly dumbfounded at your ability. What a brilliant mind and heart you have. Thank you so very much. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
kind of long, but worth the time. I can really relate to things you've expresed. |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
Heart-wrenching One can tell that you feel as though, life as you wished it, is over ... and perhaps that was your destiny but then again ... perhaps not My prayers are that it's not ~ This is without a doubt one of the best poems I've read in many years |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
heart wrenched but o so clever write. excellent piece you penned here. (((hugs))) Charisma |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Dear Melissa Honeybee. You could have found the tragedy that may each day face You could have been illiterate without a love or place You could have been an orphan, without knowing warmth or truth But you’ve become a poet, one matured out of youth The Could have beens are all of us, we’ve all had dreams that fled Been unhappy with some days as tears within had bled We’ve sighted different outcomes and ask what could have been A lot can change a single life, if future we had seen I enjoyed the write Melissa, there is much talent here. Sincerely Rick |
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RSEvans Senior Member
since 1999-10-23
Posts 1147Tulsa, OK, USA |
Brilliant write, poetess! |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Melisa, amazing, words fail me. "And so, I place my future into the dusty coffin of my hopechest as I watch love linger into nothing. My blood, sweat and tears that I've poured into the cup of 'someday' over the years are only fool's gold found at the end of illusion." This is so how I feel, how do you have my feeings and be so much youger and far away. Always amazes me. Sandra |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Melissa, Not a bad write but a sad write. If I say you excelled in this than I defeat the purpose of the poem. Your excellent write makes it impossible to believe. Your words shine like the sun. How can you say it is done.  |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
BluesSerenade, LarryC, Charisma, Rick and RsEvans ~ I find that I write my best poetry when it's personal. I am honoured and touched by your comments  Thank you!Noah ~ As always thanks for your sweet, enthusiastic replies! Kethry, Duncan and passing shadows ~ Thank you for reading I'm glad you enjoyed my style of writing.Rex ~ I think this is the first time that I have received a reply from you, thank you, it's much appreciated. Sandra~ Thank you for the high compliment. I also find that I relate to many of your poems. Great minds think alike  Sy ~ Thank you for your honest reply. It's always an honour to have you read my poetry Let's hope that the sun doesn't set for too long on my pen."Poetry is not an opinion expressed... it is a song that rises from a bleeding wound...or a smiling mouth" ~Kahlil Gibran~ [This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (03-31-2002 07:03 PM).] |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
you could have been indeed. . . but yet, you are. . . and we. . . we are thankful. . . this is one of your very best. . . such depth and emotion. . . such flow and form. . . it's a keeper. . . and will be. . . --------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Chelsea~ Member
since 2001-02-09
Posts 260Ontario, CANADA |
missy, this is so powerful and dark and beyond words! Free verse is your best style, and, I hope that this is not true to your life |
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