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Hmmm....
I just wanted to put some of my poetry up. I'm trying to find photos of my art that I took like, 3 weeks ago and seem to have lost. They are gonna go up next. When I find them. lol.
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Judgemental
A judgement upon yourself.
To know who you are,
to comprehend the meaning.
Believing what you want and feel
is not the same as learning what you think and know.
Fearing the future,
yet longing for change;
An impassive curve of wonderment
through which we step into ourselves
and turn back
only to find the door is closed.
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Is This Me?
To send you a smile
would leave me wounded,
lonely in a wilderness of happy moments.
Undressed before a mirror of self-reflection
and needless of anything but the truth,
unheeding of the future I know,
but knowing the truth
and standing
silent
comprehending myself.
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Witch
Witches of the voilet eyes
descend
wreaking themselves upon the hearth of my emotions.
I stand not motionless,
only statuesque,
alone in a wilderness of
lonely, lonely, lonely.
Smiles envelope themselves
and post to everyone.
Except the lonely one.
Here alone.
Lonely.
Witch
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Words
Would you have me misuse the words,
Bend them and distort their meaning?
I do not wish for reassurance;
feelings and words mean much the same.
Although, while I do not underestimate the power of words,
they are too often said, too often bent
and too often hidden from sight.
I say the words
but will you ever know that I wonder
where and when and how
I lost the feelings that once supported them.
When you understand this,
then you will find
that left to their own devices
words and feelings blend and blur
into the same knotted cords that bind sweet lovers.
But that tamed and trained,
they do not understand belonging
and instead become separate.
You will learn
that feelings can be lost without words
and words mean nothing without with feeling.
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Disillusionment
I am disillusioned.
Is this what my soul has waited for?
An endless day of broken hearts
disrupted dreams
and harsh realities?
There is more hate here
than it would seem Love could erase
and I am no longer sure
that the end justifies the means.
Voices are so repetitive:
"There is a bigger picture here"
"Never admit you are defeated"
and I consider my purpose.
Live, gain wisdom, experience.
LEARN.
Learn what?
That evil will always touch someone
and transfer itself onto others through its host?
That the truth is often
harder
than a lie?
I cling fiercely to dreams I may never fulfill.
And I know that I may never
know
anything.
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Grateful.
I see your smile.
I cannot hear what you hear
but I can tell,
from the love that shines in your eyes,
that there is music.
I wish so much to hear what you hear,
to know that somehow you still share;
I guess in a way you do.
Just not in a way I have always understood.
Or liked.
Satisfaction is never an easy thing to accomplish.
Ungrateful though, no.
I could never be.
I am grateful that I was given a glimpse
into the fullness of who you could be;
of what you could do.
I am grateful for the love that is hidden in every melody;
there is more love in each tiny note
than I had ever thought possible.
And although it is not for me,
I am gratful to be touched by any that comes my way.
I am grateful for the dreasm in every word you wrote,
even if they were no meant to be there
Everyone
will always
take things the way they want to take them.
I am grateful for the escape,
not yours,
mine,
even though it is you who opens the door
for me to run through
and forget for an eternity of song.
I am grateful,
but there is so much more that you can
never
out into words;
some things are sweeter left unsaid.
And as I wish
that you were still alive to share.
And as I selfishly feel sorry for myself
- there will be no more -
I am grateful
that I was given the chance
to be touched by that which was left to us;
grateful that however small it looks
to those who do not know,
it will always be the
greatest
largest
most beautiful
gift
you could leave.
And I am grateful
that I am able to remember you
for the gifts you left
and not for being gone.
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