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Burning up
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Burning up |
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ShiningWindHaze Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 138California, United States |
From the corner of my eye a white garment dissapears like light I once held in a moment now memory fans blowing the coolest breeze catches butterfly wings snowing as diamond shards of my heart feels in heat I assimilate and sweat drips without dreams I can never go beyond seams of reality it seems causing tragedy comes now and then but still we search the voids for happiness our void unfilled but swollen living death cause we live in emotion so real it surrounds us and tears for what reason we sometimes can't find |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
but still we search the voids for happiness our void unfilled This cries with the ache of longing and of being lost - this especially carries emotional weight - and sad truth. Sometimes it seems as if we will be consumed by the void, becoming all emptiness - but then we would disappear, and I think the strength lies within us all to fill the void starting from within ourselves and working our way out - and once we have found ourselves within the emptiness, we will be empty no longer, being full of soul and heart - it is then we can give of our fill to others who are empty and as such receive more in our own cup - until over flowing. I would offer you a drink from my cup of friendship - to ease the parched feel of the burning - as I am certain you will find from many others here as well - until your cup over flows.  susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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ShiningWindHaze Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 138California, United States |
Sometimes I feel unsensitive and sometimes too much. Right now I want to cry, but can't. Do you ever feel that way? Just knowing I have the friendship of your spirit kindles my happiness with tears inside my heart as my eyes can only water. Thank you...If you should peek at this poem again. - Haze |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I read, and I understand. Sometimes, well off times, I think I feel too much. It is a burden. Yet I wonder, would I have it any other way? I know people who feel little, and though I envy them at times, most others I am glad to be passionate. Peace to you, and healing. SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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