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Posted: 11/18/2005 8:13:23 PM | No one sees the tears I cry
Because they are in my heart
From all the pain that I've been through
And it's tearing my heart apart
Secretly they flow and no one seems to care
Since no tears fall from my eyes
But I feel my heart breaking in two
And my soul crumbles and dies
I am nothing I have no reason to live
But I stay strong no matter what it takes
For I am a survivor and will continue to fight | |
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Posted: 11/19/2005 3:41:31 AM | DON'T GIVE IT UP
YOU ARE UP TO IT
LOVE LIGHT LAUGHTER
MUSEconnie | |
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Posted: 11/19/2005 10:05:32 PM | Girl I am so glad youre back and posting again!I missed you so much The poetry forums havent been the same without ya chica...Oh and I miss your cheesecake  Dont forget to send some my way ..Love ya ,kat  | |
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Posted: 11/24/2005 8:55:16 PM | | here's a few cheesecakes for all, have a great turkey day ya'll. I"ll be back sometime soon. mwahhhhhhhhhhh!!! | |
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Posted: 11/24/2005 9:46:55 PM | Hi Cats, loved that last write!!!!!!!!
And um yeah, I'm staying till tha cheese cakes are gone!!! LOL
Sam
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Posted: 11/25/2005 11:29:04 AM | | thx sam, im sry to say that my computer died once again, gosh I hate that. I dont know why it did, but I might just save up my money and buy one myself, even if I have to make down payments on it once a month, I'll be gettin a new comp | |
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Posted: 11/25/2005 11:42:26 AM | Scream Heres a really morbid poem.
I scream I curse
the pain I am in is the worst
I cut to bleed I need to know that I am real.
I knash my teeth I bite I see.
You no longer need me here.
Thats ok my love I will disappear.
No more will I burn your eyes
I know that I am despised
I want to sleep now so please don't wake me
To fall into to a wonder where no pain can touch me.
I hate you I want you to feel the way I do.
I want to cut you make you bleed.
As I go on you will see my sanity is depleating
I wanna SCREAM I want you to die no longer will I be at your side.
I am going crazy you can see I am no longer making sence.
I wanna kill I wanna kill I wanna see you die.
The pain you gave me I can no longer bare.
I will sneak into our home, I will watch you sleep,but the they will mourn.
I will slice you, dice you like you made me do.
Silence has filled the room I now am feeling the gloom
Your blood is on my hands my face.
Only my tears are my cleansing grace
Now it is time for me to scream I slice I dice then lay by you side.
I am now going to die.
In your arms like I have always scene
You can now never leave we are bound by death you see.
I smile you see I can see him he is here for us.
Dust to dust I now.............. | |
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| from the book "The Invitation"
Posted: 11/25/2005 3:32:55 PM | My favorite poem:
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what plants are squaring our moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can be disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trusthworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure yours or mine and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon "yes".
It doesn't interest me where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed your children.
It doesn't me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. | |
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Posted: 11/25/2005 4:53:12 PM | There is no sun no light.
There is not will to fight.
My breasts are bare.
My heart still beats.
Kiss me I say to the shadow.
Lay next to me.
Feel my warm breath.
Against you cold body.
Wake from you slumber.
Hold me close.
I ask this of you.
O dark ghost.
I see not your face.
But I know my place.
Next to you.
The blood drips from my hands.
I know that you understand.
I wait for you Death.
So plesent and sweet.
I am in that state of sleep.
Never to wake.
I am at your side. Never again will I hide. | |
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Posted: 11/27/2005 3:35:04 PM | hurry back angelpurrrs - we miss you - maybe it is time to pass the hat round -
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Bubble Gum Blues
27 November 2005
Some can be funny - others were true
Then there were really bad movies
and chewed gum on the seats
that was left behind and stuck like glue
While there were topics
at times not all there
Because what was the state
of the state fair
Even if this was a movie
made from some guys play
The subject was merry-go-rounds
and that was another in Carousel you'd say
Some can be funny
as comic as can be
But who left their bubble gum here
because I'm stuck to my seat
and cannot get free
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 12/16/2005 1:13:17 PM | Merry Christmas - angelpurrrrs - We miss you on here , even if I have other ways to say hi to you 
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Hinges of Hope
15 December 2005
Captured by a sky of grey
alone in a restless world
The voice Alison Krauss - tender
in tone extracted from veins bleed
Her heavens a place to escape
of a door hanging upon hinges of hope
Left to endure in being - a lucky one - of
eyes blinded - yet from inside truly seeing
Maybe a new tomorrow
a new favourite to in rhythm drink
Whether harmless to the soul
with shelter heartbroken to endure
Strong in strength - reason not to proclaim
This desert of paradise found in her
Let me touch you for a while
because on the inside were feelings
This desire of reality in her smile
In her blend of bluegrass and folk music, Alison Krauss at five years old, looked to playing the
violin and a future in classical music. Of a life which in the late 1980’s saw the mature
versatility of Krauss debut and become instantly acclaimed in a passion of country and the
rendering presence of her bluegrass sound.
In 1995 her compilation album: “Now That I've Found You” in its unique resonance
characterising Krauss as the star she had become. The album reached number two on the
country charts and - upon reflection, more remarkably - went into the pop Top Ten and sold
over a million copies. Its success confirming her status as bluegrass' leading light in the '90s.
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 12/31/2005 3:21:09 PM | Christmas Through My Eyes
Looking around at a blanket of white
Covering the ground on this special night
Shining brightly up in the sky you see
A star that will lead the way to Thee
For He was born in a manger in Bethlehem
And the ones who knew bring gifts with them
Even three kings visit from a land quite far
By following that brightly shining star
For this is known as Christmas day
I know this is a lil late gettin on here but I couldn't access a computer at the time, I am celebrating new year's at my boyfriends house so
HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone, I probably won't be back for a while, unfortunately. I miss you all very much | |
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Posted: 1/22/2006 8:46:35 AM | | well, this cat is finally back, I have missed it here so much, and if I need to check this site, I can just go to the library and check my emails until I can get a computer up and running again. | |
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Posted: 1/22/2006 11:20:05 AM | Hi Cat's , I still think of you every day - then with you in my list it is hard not too
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Teresa
22 January 2006
Like love was her
this Teresa to enjoy
Her beauty hidden
as to a photograph
in black and white
Stolen love
because there was
no day - morning or night
Of a school of fish drifting
on the current of a void sea
Teresa all he felt he did need
while much was beyond what could be real
So intangible to that of significant reign
an outlook of drought taken as to place and time
Unable to see behind the print
left in no way to the gate enter
Just a key to unlock and turn
her love in his heart without to earn
“The Internet is like alcohol in some sense. It accentuates what
you would do anyway. If you want to be a loner, you can be
more alone. If you want to connect, it makes it easier to connect.”
Esther Dyson
Interview in Time Magazine, October 2005
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| A Hello to all, and a wave goodbye, who knows when this cat will be back.
Posted: 2/28/2006 11:44:03 AM | Hey guys, cat's here, just poppin in for a quick hello. Been a hectic time for me, Hope you cal understand, I have a few writes, but no time to put them here, until I get a computer back and running, I'm sorry to say that I won't post much here anymore. I will try to do my best to post a hello.
Love ya all,
Cats
BTW, quick update, I became an aunt last monday night late, a beautiful baby boy, William Gabriel 7lbs 14 oz I am quite exicted bout that fact.
If anyone can help this lil cat out with some lovely writes, I would greatly appreciate it. Many and to all who still care bout me and wonder if I'm still alive, lol. | |
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Posted: 3/6/2006 6:37:18 AM | | MEOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! my dad finally bought a new computer so now this cat is back, I didn't know when my dad would have done that, But if anyone cares anymore I'm back. | |
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Posted: 3/6/2006 6:43:15 AM | A day without the sun
Is like my heart when I'm in pain
Tears fall from my eyes
Like a warm spring time rain
They soak the ground as I walk
With my hands covering my face
So no one can see me cry
I only look to see if i'm in the right place
Nothing looks familiar no matter where I look
Or things don't appear clear to me
As if this is where I'm not supposed to be
I don't know where I am
I'm lost and starting to feel scared
I keep looking around until I am dizzy
But I am feeling completely unprepared
Could this be my life at it's final end?
Or is my life just rounding a curve ahead
I am feeling confused on which direction to go
Turning back now seems like my only option instead
Of moving forward to see what's around the bend
But I suck it up and move forward in life
Because one year has started and the old one is at an end | |
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Posted: 3/6/2006 6:48:14 AM | wrote this one back in february around valentines day.
After i split with my bf too
Love For A Special Valentine
My heart aches when you're not around
Because you keep me safe and sound
You make me feel as if I'm floatin on air
And you treat me with such tender care
I never feel alone when you're by my side
My face lights up with smiles that refuse to hide
Your arms feel so safe and strong
I wish I could stay there all night long
Your kisses are so passionate and sweet
That send shivers down to my feet
I never want to let you go
Because there is something you should know
I love you baby more and more each day
And I know you feel the same way. | |
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Posted: 3/6/2006 4:41:10 PM | Great writes yall!Im so happy to see your back Megs  I missed ya chica:)Bake any cheesecake lately? hehe Kat | |
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Posted: 3/7/2006 6:39:25 PM | | actually chica i have baked a few cheesecakes, but just for ya chica, gosh I have missed you. my writing has been kinda off lately, but I'm sure it will be back in full swing soon, I just have been dealing with a lot of stress with the loss of my job and not being able to collect unemployment. | |
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Posted: 3/7/2006 6:39:58 PM | | actually chica i have baked a few cheesecakes, but just for ya chica, gosh I have missed you. my writing has been kinda off lately, but I'm sure it will be back in full swing soon, I just have been dealing with a lot of stress with the loss of my job and not being able to collect unemployment. | |
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Posted: 3/7/2006 6:56:22 PM | | Heya Chica:)Your writes always rock!Sorry to hear things have been rough((Hugs))Im sure life will be looking up for you in every way soon Im so happy youre back in the forums again.I missed ya bunches too No one can make cheesecake quite like you.I brought over a bundt cake lol... Love ya Megs,Kat | |
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Posted: 3/7/2006 7:26:32 PM | here's an Ode
Ode to William Gabriel (my new nephew)
There's a new baby in your life
That you give all your love too
If your life is crazy now
Just wait because you don't have a clue
Many sleepless nights and feedings
With the cries of the new baby boy
Every smile every new thing
Will bring you so much joy
Treasure the moments now
Because they won't last
Even new babies tend
To grow up too fast | |
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Posted: 3/7/2006 8:41:52 PM |
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An Angel Purrs
08 March 2006
An angel purrs in
her days of Michigan sun
Like that of Ford Road
united in prospect of one
It has been some time
this love in friend still true
That is all to savour
in a factor of adding two
Mathematics to emotional ties
an element of long ago
All in her beauty
a younger sister to know
Always never far from a thought away
this treasure golden to her voice touch
Just to love - just to know
you mean in ways of relation so much
“Behold, I send an Angel before thee, to keep thee in the way,
and to bring thee into the place which I have prepared.”
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 3/8/2006 6:28:32 PM | | thx for posting here poet, always wonderful to see that you welcomed me back, lol. I have missed everyone on here. | |
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