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| Yesteryear's Answers |
[02 Jan 2009|09:57pm] |
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 Hmmm... |
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A diary of days you no longer recognize,
The paths that got you there now grown over.
Memories blur in seamless streaks,
Almost moving...
Almost thriving...
In varying states of decay.
There you once were,
Taking the lesser approach,
Going to lesser places,
Seeking answers to questions not yet asked.
An unwilling misfit,
Striving for acceptance,
Only to find the dull beat inside,
Bustling and thriving with life,
Was nothing more than an illusion...
You were dead on the inside.
Isn't it funny how time goes by,
Growing older...
Growing wiser...
Yet still just as confused.
No longer in that dark place,
Your mind is free to heal,
But your soul continues to yearn...
For answers to the unasked.
Questions that refuse to yield.
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| Believe in Me |
[10 Dec 2008|10:16pm] |
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 100 poems and counting. |
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Is it enough to ask for some respect,
Validity to show my worth?
My life's one big putdown,
The way I've lived it...
Adding to the fuel.
I am ashamed and I'm big enough to admit that,
But I can't hide in the past forever.
I move on only to find,
More sarcastic remarks,
Complaints,
Doubts,
Why can't I be where I see myself?
I AM TRYING.
That's all I can do,
So stop with the insults.
I WILL SHOW YOU,
Everyone of you...
All I am capable.
I believe in myself,
Maybe someday...
oneday,
You will believe in me too.
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| The Game |
[18 Sep 2008|10:04pm] |
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 sleep deprived. |
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Clinging on and refusing to let go,
She finds herself entrapped by what she knows.
Her light, her guardian, her lover,
Keeping his darkness undercover.
Bounding her to his lofty bed,
Guided only by his "head."
What is a girl to do?
Claw...
Bite...
Scratch... Her raw skin's a testament to their "love."
At times she dreams that she's simply above,
Looking down at the dark scene below,
Removed partly from her worldly shame...
Has she grown tired of the game?
***written many years ago in a different lifetime... take at face value folks! ;P***
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| A Life Once Lived |
[05 Sep 2008|08:48pm] |
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 okie |
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The hapless girl covered from head to toe,
In pretty colors so no one would know,
The pain and lowliness of her defeat.
No cares in the world, for she had no shame,
To peddle about her dark dismal game,
Shooting for moons but ending on concrete.
The lonely days blurred into endless night,
Shit not worth escaping clouding her sight,
Fantasy overcoming rationale.
Not realizing that fate clung like a bur,
Too enraptured by the claws that bound her,
She did not care to retrieve her morale.
One night reality smashed down the sin,
Knocked to the ground by those considered kin,
Left penniless and sprawled on the tar.
It was at that moment when she did spot,
A frail flower growing amidst the rot,
That she knew life CAN triumph from afar.
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| Lilac Creature |
[22 Apr 2008|09:50am] |
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There was a creature, Who lived in a forest, And wanted nothing more, Than to be surrounded, By her favorite flower. Try as she might, She never did catch sight, Of the elusive plant. So she took it upon herself, Being the resourceful type, And painted herself head to toe. Now when others see her Covered in Lilacs, One need not guess, Her favorite blossom, For instantly they know.
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| Purple Moose-Cow's Autumn |
[21 Apr 2008|02:33pm] |
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mood |
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kewl. |
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Standing alone in a field, On a breezy autumn day, Purple Cow-Moose looked around… In glee at nature’s display. Enraptured with the beauty, Of New Hampshire’s Foliage, He could never imagine, (As hard as he tried) A more perfect scenic stage.
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| Color Best Unknown |
[04 Apr 2008|11:45am] |
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colorful |
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When all the colors
In the world collide,
An endless spectrum-
Blurring single lines,
Mid truth and fancy.
Would they become dull...
Would they freely shine?
Or just fade away?
A boundless palette
Of vast potential,
Imagination...
Foolhardy in thought-
May never truly know.
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| Into Yourself |
[25 Mar 2008|11:14am] |
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mood |
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woot woot |
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Coming into yourself,
Time to seize the reigns...
Heeding the negative,
Will only bring shame.
Keep your chin held up high,
Focus on your route,
Before long you will feel,
Pride triumph over doubt.
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| Fragments of Hope |
[06 Nov 2007|04:35pm] |
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Feel like Me. |
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Flecks of humanity,
Shard the gentleness,
Of the peaceful day.
Lack of rules,
To the Inherent Being,
The presupposition,
Playing my vigor.
As Life flows away.
Why should I accept this,
Quick assault...
And leave MY fate to their choice?
The only dream,
I recall worth having,
Rapid Images,
Of the repressed girl,
Who found her voice.
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| Biographical |
[27 Sep 2007|02:08pm] |
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creative |
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The mind... fragmented by the world it sees,
Hinders the body, a soul devout.
Peace, tranquility, seems impossible,
Lost from humanity drifting about.
Rest... is all one desires,
But she must understand,
That to linger aimlessly...
Searching for a better life,
Brings nothing but demands.
A wanderer lost in the blaring black,
Shadows remain at her back...
A midnight fantasy now turned nightmare.
Behold what you cannot see,
Embrace the days- for they soon'll be gone,
Live life as it was meant to be,
And stay true to the tune of your song.
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| What's Visible? |
[08 Aug 2007|07:50pm] |
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mood |
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okie |
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If you could see inside myself,
Right through into my own soul,
Would you notice my triumphs?
Would you see my final goal?
If you could see inside my mind,
Past it's mental flaws,
You would see a machine trying...
Trying to escape it's bleak claws.
Time heals what morale doesn't.
The deepend black gives way to day,
Why can't the world see I'm trying,
To keep it's Vile at bay.
If you could see inside myself,
My mistakes and all,
Would you see my rising efforts,
Or would you focus on my fall?
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| The Light |
[17 Jul 2007|01:11pm] |
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cheerful |
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It's hard to see the light,
When you're blinded by the dark.
It's hard to pave your way,
When you're clueless where to walk.
It's hard to live your life,
When it's shadowed by doubt.
The Mind's a dangerous tool,
When it see's no way out.
How can one be expected,
To rise above it all--
When the world is so willing,
To watch you as you fall?
Should you stop caring,
Or should you develop an eye...
To catch yourself in your woe
And turn your back on the lies?
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| The Time Has Come |
[17 Jul 2007|01:00pm] |
And so if this is how it must be...
THEN SCREW IT!
Time to seize life by the reigns and go with it!
For I am still young and as long as there is breath within me,
I'll do what I can and improve things endlessly.
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| Becoming Creditable |
[22 May 2007|07:45pm] |
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Why earn what I am worth having?
For many moons I struggled over this,
Wondering what was wrong with me,
Feeling anything but bliss.
To hell what you think,
For I am aware of my flaws,
But now I refuse to drown away,
From some loathsome cause.
I AM worthy,
I AM loveable,
I AM great.
Say what you will,
You're entitled to your opinions,
But now, I look forward to my fate.
** This is an older poem... I feel brave enough to post it now. Mostly because I feel like me again**
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| Backlash |
[05 May 2007|07:07pm] |
Pondering over meaningless questions...
As the flesh wounds clot on my back.
What's with trust when in the end,
YOUR the one attacked?
Friend or Foe...
Who's to know in a world decieved by conceit.
Why rise when your pushed down?
At times it's too easy to give into defeat.
**wrote this after some foolishness in my life this past week, but I feel much better now, hee!**
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| Unsent Letter |
[18 Apr 2007|09:45pm] |
A sheet of paper,
littered with feelings long-gone,
To a person I revered,
A life-time gone wrong.
He gave what he took,
Replacing my silence with a voice,
And shed light to the idea,
That life IS my choice.
Despite all that happened,
After the sadness took hold,
I came to the realization,
That the meek can be bold.
For a year I struggled,
Between hatred and respect,
Until the day I concluded,
I'll no longer be a reject.
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| Summer Rains |
[12 Apr 2007|09:44pm] |
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As I lay in wide-eyed wonder,
Under Summer Tree,
The Clouds began to form,
The Skies began to scream.
With tenor and treble,
They cried a mighty roar,
Resonating o'er the land,
From mountain to shore.
Gentle to a fault,
The Winds spoke a mighty vow,
Gently lifting my tresses,
And wetting my brow.
Unabashed by it's intrusion,
Of the warm Summer's day,
The Rains began their romp,
As the Trees stirred and swayed.
I gazed with little thought,
As the out-pour broke free,
And marveled with a smirk,
Of nature's tranquility.
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| Change the Locks |
[11 Apr 2007|07:48pm] |
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What's a loss to a heart "forever" scorned
When it's locked away from the world outside?
The time one spends prolonging feelings mourned,
Shields themselves from love's gentler side.
Vengeful Hate molests the innocent mind
And it's bastard sibling, Pride, kills the soul.
Give into bitterness and you will find,
That time is best spent on positive goals.
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| My Amore |
[07 Feb 2007|11:00pm] |
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mood |
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 loved |
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Just a mere thought...
or gentle whisper...
Of your soft voice,
Sends me through the roof--
my heart a-flitter,
For the one good aspect...
of fate's choice.
Who'd have thunk,
That love would have me...
In such a way?
You sought me out,
When you weren't looking...
And found my heart,
I lost to dismay.
You've gave me hope,
When I had nothing left...
And shed some light ,
On the blaring black.
I love you much more...
with every new greeting,
An emotion,
I will...
NEVER AGAIN,
hold back.
Wrote this for Mike for V-day and I hope he likes it... *smiles*
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| Blind Through Thought |
[10 Jan 2007|09:19pm] |
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Hate has those of which he clings,
Enveloping the wayward,
with little persuasion.
Souless masses--
whose thoughts obscure,
wicked deeds for good ones.
The cleverness of doom,
Finds it's way
into lonely hearts.
Imprisoning the soul--
bound by gloom,
Love can't leave her mark.
Why make the solid soul weak?
Why fret about others woes?
Questions that are fleeting,
Confuse the Mind--
With no answers,
And Life becomes unknown.
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