Open Poetry #27 |
Wooden Heart |
Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
My wooden heart could create motion, from string and puppeteer. Force fed the ideals, yet still hungering for my words. I expand, contrast, my emotions as they are do not plea for a reason, in which I need.. To feel it, touch what sky that imprisons me. While seeing the world from behind my eyes, the tears have blurred my vision. Caress the heart that burns to ash.. And insane cloud that hovers just above.. Striving.. Wishing, to be freed. |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
very nice write,, i enjoyed reading... A voice of honesty |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
awesome |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Sometimes we struggle in our lives, and hopefully we learn from these struggles, and can escape the bonds that bind us. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I feel this |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
A powerful, poignant write....GAWD I relate and deem this a keeper! Melissa~ Intellectually I know that Canada is no better than any other country. Emotionally I KNOW that Canada is the best country in the world! |
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