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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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Once again, this ramble just flowed out of me and I don't know where it came from... Solitaire I am a spinning wheel, alone in a crowded room, where they place their bets, hoard my dance to become my grooves of curve and use me for their prosper. I am gambled, trite, a pawn in their facade, a substitute for love, an imitation of life where I lock the daydreamed bird inside me singing hoping that one day flight will be mine. I must provide their happiness and swirl a chance of fools of cumbersome heart walls that protect where I fold the wild card just to play it safe with leftover chips to claim a possible happy ending that you and I both know rarely comes to pass. I am solitaire, counterfeit, alone in a crowded mind reasoning with reason how all the stars look the same and the moon knows not my name and love is just a game, dealt of dog-eared cards where I end up the joker, shuffled aside, scoffed, and as usual the prince is missing from the deck - go fish! though the sea of me is weeping blue, the old maid is dried up. I've missed the boat, the train, I've missed the bus, my car has a flat tire, I'm out of luck 'cause the pot o'gold is tarnished in a drowned world of coins strewn in a shopping mall fountain from all the pennies sighed upon a childhood wish that somewhere over the rainbow the wizard would grant me a heart to click my heels home again. Should I not feel? so I may heal a life that needs direction, but, I won't cry a map found, so, I keep myself busy, busy keeping them happy, feeding their greed - my need to please, but, the traffic treads cannot painted over, the intersection is a dead end street and I'm at a red light. Is it really worth it? to keep on trying and rehearsing for that jackpot slot kiss when the search proves only to lead you back to the stranger in the mirror stared with snake eyes of fairytale guarantee. Still I hold onto that love potion #9, but, there's holes in the bottle to sliver the wounds open and of course there's no bandage. Skin wears not a wrinkle frown, as you may think me young, yet, I am aged of screams in silent despair of my mother, her mother and the one before; I am dissapointment incarnate. Goodbye yellow brick road, farewell little girl inside, I'll release this bird from cage to scissor her wings of pride and watch her fall into inevitable. By Melissa P. Monette |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Melissa, you sound so sad here, sweet friend, I hope you are alright, for deep in you that Dorothy of innocence will always live on and you will find your Emerlad City out there in the distance! (kiss on cheek) This is wonderful, sweet friend, I love it, we all love you so much, so, now, play that winning hand! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
"There was a man, a lonely man, who lost his love through his indifference. A heart that kept, that went unchecked, until it died within his silence. And Solitaire's the only game in town, and every road that takes him down. And by himself, it's easy to pretend, he'll never love again. And keeping to himself he plays the game, without her love it always ends the same. While life goes on around him everywhere, he's playing Solitaire." Words and music by Neil Sedaka and Phil Cody. ================ Some of us know just how you feel. I used to sing this song as my way of venting. That was long BEFORE Passions  Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Melissa darling girl this is outstanding writing again you’ve painted the poetic picture, this is a snapshot of a life spent playing and not winning in the game of love. You really are an excellent writer darling girl, the silk smooth flow of this, the perfect tempo and rhythm it is excellent writing. You know I often envy you your ability to write such utterly perfect poetry. But then it is rather like a candle being jealous of the sun, totally pointless. I love this utterly utterly love it  Love and warm stuff As always Mushy   Breathe through the heat of our desire |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
look closer. . . that's where this came from. . . you're reaching deeper and deeper every day my friend. . . don't stop. . . ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
OHMYGOSH Melissa.... Your writing has evolved so much lately! This is coming from way deep inside.... and it is in no way just another ramble... THIS is great writing! Keep churning it out.... my smile just gets wider and wider. ~Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
And I thought I wrote the blues the other night....Mine is a tapestry of happiness when compared to this feeling of loneliness and being at a dead end... Excellent rambling...ramble on.... |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
This is such excellent rambling. I'm right there with you at that red light, flat tire and all. You've said everything I couldn't. May I keep a copy of this? I surely love it! ...and her crown was formed by the ice in her eyes |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I am solitaire, counterfeit, alone in a crowded mind reasoning with reason how all the stars look the same and the moon knows not my name and love is just a game, dealt of dog-eared cards where I end up the joker, shuffled aside, scoffed, and as usual the prince is missing from the deck - go fish! though the sea of me is weeping blue, the old maid is dried up. =============================== Skin wears not a wrinkle frown, as you may think me young, yet, I am aged of screams in silent despair of my mother, her mother and the one before; I am dissapointment incarnate. Goodbye yellow brick road, farewell little girl inside, I'll release this bird from cage to scissor her wings of pride and watch her fall into inevitable. =============================== damn....whoa and whew ... powerful purge Melis....you are the queen of the melancholy metaphor girlie..Im so glad your pen gives you a voice. heart-hugs mothyme Cant stand up for fallin apart |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
liked it |
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
"Good-bye Yellow Brick Road"... Nice stream of consciousness, MH..  |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Melissa....superb ramble and points well taken...A very enjoyable read. I'll look for your next! |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
I think you hit all the points Melissa...and so well too. Had to read it a second time to be sure I read it right the first time and the second said the first was true. Very well done. jwesley |
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Janette
since 2001-07-20
Posts 2843Chicagoland for now |
Excellently done Melissa! I can so relate to this one today...mercy...thank you for expressing these words. |
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