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| Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 11/17/2006 9:09:14 PM | Hi, How is everyone doing?
I apologize before I write this poem off the top of my head.
The sick gruesome thought of a memory unblocked
I feel raped and left to die and beaten by a rock
I hope no one ever has to feel what I felt
It will cripple anyone nomatter how strong they are
This thought will never go away but is not welcome to stay
People say that it is not my fault but if I can't do nothing then is it my fault
In the darkness I still feel it happining again and again
In my mind not a pleasent thing comes to mind
hindered by no action in turn suffered with a reaction
I don't want my past anymore
Too painful, so much pain
Then who am I
Everytime a happy moment comes along it is turned to ashes
like a burning flower flying in the wind
Why do I go through every day alone
Why am I so troubled
Why do I tremble with no reason
I just want a normal life, A clean slate
and spend the rest of my life enjoying
everything I missed
Have a family
So many things to treasure
and so many things lost
What a tragedy of Irony. | |
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| Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 11/25/2006 7:56:50 AM | | Hi, didn't mean to scare anyone if I did I sincerely apologize I am not a psychopath or anything that poem was about my mind unblocking the times that I was sexually abused not by anyone in my family, the guy is in state prison and probably will be for a while. | |
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| Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 11/20/2007 8:25:35 AM | Just wanted to bring this one to the front for a minute again.  | |
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| Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 11/20/2007 8:57:51 PM | Questions of the Heart
I just want to know
It isn't asking that much
Why did we meet
Why did we touch
Was it all wrong or simply not right
Was it before or after the night
When did you know it wasn't enough
When did you go and give it all up
Where was the good-bye that ended it all
I just want to know how knowing you died | |
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| Unanswered Questions
Posted: 11/21/2007 12:45:44 AM |
Where was the good-bye that ended it all
I just want to know how knowing you died
Lovely write sceneryhill ... epitomizes the concept of "less is more" ... keep it up.
No One Knows
the reasons why
No One Knows
why my eyes cry
No One Knows
why my lover lied
No One Knows
why my heart died
No One Knows
where truth scattered
No One Knows
that it even mattered
No One Knows
under a dark sky
No One Knows
but you and I ...
JR | |
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| Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 11/21/2007 3:52:03 AM |
Journey of Love
Somewhere down the highway of time,
a lovely woman smiled upon my rhymes
and through her love came my destiny.
I see, I feel, I am full of many lifetimes.
Looking back through time I now can see,
you did all this for love of me ...
I thank you for the love you gave,
so willingly and so freely to me
while waiting so quietly for love you crave
risking hurt and pain while I wandered free
ignorant of your feelings, squandering mine
on quick flings with time wasting broads
unaware of your reality waiting quietly in line
for me to wake up and find the right chords
to make sweet music and set your heart alight
to dance the symphony of love 'neath stars above
and return your sweet love throughout the night.
I thank you for giving me this journey of love.
JR | |
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| She Says He Says
Posted: 11/21/2007 4:03:02 AM | 
She writes ...
I'll take your love and cherish it
And give you all mine in return
And to you now I will commit
My heart for a lifelong term
I will love you till the end of time
Keep your heart safe here with me
All mountains together we will climb
Share the stars beside a deep blue sea
We'll stroll in glorious sunset
No spoken words of how we feel
will we need, for our hearts will get
the message "our love is strong and real"
He replies ...
Beautiful My Darling Poetess
You are my Soul of Inspiration
My life with your love you bless
Every day I feel such admiration
For your patience waiting for me
To work through trials and strife
And realize you were meant to be
The only one to complete my life
Your beautiful spirit makes me shine
Knowing you're my lover and best friend
I'm so glad you are forever mine
To love me till my life does end ...
JR | |
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| She Says He Says
Posted: 11/21/2007 10:39:16 AM | Thank you Scenery and JR for your lovely poems and welcome. This was an old thread of mine under an old prolfile. I thought it was time to bring it back and hopefully I will start posting again soon. Please come back and post more!  | |
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| She Says He Says
Posted: 11/21/2007 12:11:43 PM | Well Darling ... nice to know
my old friend lt is back to throw
a word or phrase
not looking for praise
just searching the days
for some fun phase.
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| She Says He Says
Posted: 11/23/2007 7:20:17 AM |  Yes I'm back! Time to share again. I've missed you all and hope all is well!
Backbone
That long stemmed rose upon my spine,
it is just like me, you see,
a sensative fragile flower so devine.
Love is my backbone but like that rose,
without affection, we wither,
slowly we fade and neither one grows.
The beautiful bud craves a little sun,
and I crave too, a touch,
without love, we both slowly come undone.
Cherish and respect that rose so dear,
we all have thorns, some faults,
breathe us in and forever hold us near.
Thrive
We are not born just to simply die,
persistent will forces us to thrive.
On family and friends we can rely,
to lean on for some help to survive.
We all have strength to move on,
no matter how many times we fall.
Don't become defeated or withdrawn,
pick yourself up and scale that wall.
Relax
Deeply inhale and close your eyes,
exhale every burden that you despise.
Rid yourself of hatred, anger and despair,
they are bitter poison so please beware.
Find that tiny secret place buried away inside,
search for kindness and peace to share outside.
Take time to relax your body, mind and soul,
continue to look forward and reach your goal. | |
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| She Says He Says
Posted: 11/3/2008 12:26:11 PM | Staring at the screen with the mouse in hand,
now looking for a word to rhyme with hand.
Thinking to myself should this poem rhyme,
oh damn it - such a waste of time.
Reading this with no especial point to be made,
well it’s not exactly a serenade.
Searching online for that one true love,
- waiting for that moment - that special shove.
Go on go on either the heart or mind says,
never in agreement with my escapades.
Oh how silly these lines read and re-read,
to each fellow POF member in equal need.
I think tomorrow I’ll be out after ten,
better than hearing the neighbours shagging again. | |
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