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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/1/2008 1:40:45 PM | SORRY I DIDNT MEAN 2 UPSET YOU, AN YES IM OLDER THAN YOU but no 1 can be that sad we all get hurt but if u keep wallowing in sadness it will swallow u up .im sorry if i offended u an i wish u all the best take care: | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/1/2008 4:33:17 PM | Dear Diary,
Another day has come and gone. Today was a very wet rainy day, gave me chance to spend time down by the river. Wondering where my life was going and where it has been. Time wasted, nothing gained. Watching the piece of paper float on by much like my life. Reflections, rejections, interactions. All the same, all mundane. I enjoy time down by the river gives me chance to think. Today i came to a mind boggling realization..........
If it walks like a duck, if it quacks like a duck, then of course its a f*cking chicken
Thats all!
Sincerely never bitter..heh
Kim | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/1/2008 5:59:10 PM | 'Planted'
Planted grain in garden seed
Cared for and to water heed
Harvested grain and ground flour
Bread baking aroma at labour's hour.
Enticing scent of labour bread bake
Government 'Tax Rooster' notice take
Fees to plant an' harvest grain unpaid
Fines for lawlessness will not be stayed.
Tax Rooster crowed with authority
Laboured sucked life blood from he!
Reflected that mattered of weary head
Some gov't cck scker takes all the bread. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/1/2008 6:46:36 PM | post #52....bahahaha.....damn ducks....don't know whether to make a duck stew, befriend the duck, or let it wander around aimlessly on it's own.........
Cazzie: as for the apology....accepted...but know that these poems are in and of their own....not a complete representation of who we are.....just pieces of the big puzzle.....(that is what poetry is all about really...expression)
Visualdistortion - love your writes....sorry for using your thread to communicate with someone else.....this will not be a habit...and I'm not trying to have a looming presence on your thread... | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/1/2008 7:21:45 PM | ^^^Ah hell no you didnt. You better make a presence in here. This just isnt my thread its everyones and feel to post or talk as much as you want to.  Thanks to everyone that has posted in here
I think all poetry has a place whether its happy, sad, about love, about hate, being silly, being serious. Poetry is about expression and feelings, one should never put a limit on those.
Ducks are sneaky, why else would Donald Duck run around aimlessly in no pants? | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/1/2008 7:23:13 PM | Tormented eyes,
seeing the distortion
wrapped in wrath,
staring daggers
on disfigured illusions,
caustic soul tortured
with vile venom,
penning the demise
of ancient scripts,
as toxic juices flow
from the twisted
visions,
praying for a merciful
death,
Alas!
All is silent! | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/1/2008 8:19:29 PM | Melodrama in my mind
Unfamiliar
Superficial
Shameful no shameless
Who is this that stands before me?
Not the picture i once knew
Trace my fingers along your edges
Whos been colouring outside the lines?
Sliding that useless sh*t right off
Like a snake sheds its own skin
Plastic dreams
So easily torn
Time after time
Feeling so cold
Replace me
Trace the raindrop tear on my own cheek
Hands shaking, heart aching
All those words
Cold
Meaningless
Hurtful, heartbreaking
Nothing left to feel
Nothing left to say
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/1/2008 9:23:17 PM | Tomorrow's SuperHero
The Great Elusive Duck
Quack, quack here
Quack, quack there
Here's a quack
there's a
Elusive, and, devious
by nature
Always with a shotgun, bomb, or evil trick to take
the bunny(man everyone's out for his hip hoppity ass)
But true in heart, wanting
only to hold Daisies hand.
Legend has it, that, our mighty duck is bloodline to kings, ancient warriors, and gods,
Descended to earth, this time, because something has gone horribly wrong, and Princess Daisy has come up missing.
Born to a Devil Dog
Trained under eastern masters, some true, and some misleading fools
Our Hero has Sailed the Seven Seas(shellback)
Traversed the desert sands,
Descended into the very pits of hell, and returned, just a little cooked. Soared heaven, and Space.
Our mighty Hero is currently in
the fight of his life against the evil mutant cloned hoardes.
Will he prevail?
Will he win Daisies hand?
Only, time will tell.
The Journey Continues. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/2/2008 7:14:15 AM | Dear diary,
Its me again. By now you know how emotional i can be, do you expect any less of me? Of course not its a given trait i have instilled in myself till the day i pass on. I seem to be struggling against the currant of another day. I never want to be anyones burden yet i seem to put myself in that place all the time. Nothing changes, all this anger and pain. Nowhere to put the hurt. I try to contain it all inside and i am a mess. A failure at times, hell most of the time really. Just trying to get it together. Imagine for a moment, all of your efforts for nothing. Would you still try? Currant pulling you under constantly only to laugh in your face, so bruised and exhausted. Your morale has been drained by a billion battles over a million years. Do you still try to swim upstream away from a simple demise? Is it worth it? Do you still fight the futile battle that is life? Why? Because they said if you fought you would make it? Make it to another battle? To endure what though? For the sake of endurance perhaps?
I welcome distraction.
I am trapped in my own mind again and its a place that terrifies me.
Always visually distorted,
Kim | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/2/2008 9:03:23 AM | I, too, have feelings
You curse and crush me in every way
I wake feeling good and you ruin my day
My feelings shatter.....
But you must assume that I don't feel
The look in my eyes explains everything I say
Just once, I wish you'd leave me alone
Please.......go away
But you haven't seen the hurt in my eyes
Because you will not look into them
I know inside you feel ashamed
I know alot about how you feel
I see right through you
Because, remember.....I have feelings too. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/2/2008 3:53:35 PM | The other day i was at the movies and it was sad,
as usual the emotion filled the theater and splashed
water in my face a drop or two at a time
suddenly i realized that my own feelings toward my feelings
had another aspect..another dimension to the decision
to make emotions rewards for good decisions
to not indulge in expression and to place them
aside when choosing which path to explore
My daughters have always teased me about how emotional i get in crowds
weddings, funerals even songs at concerts
Im a sensitive.. never understood, just dealt with it
group emotions have a power to move me far beyond
any personal position I might have in the proceedings
could this be the source of understanding the energy
so evident in gatherings, so powerful in its pull?
sensing is the first step in managing,controlling
harnessing.. i wonder why so many stop at just feeling?
is emotion an energy that we can use ?
a source of positive power..change maker?
I guess its time to decide ..ride or be ridden | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/2/2008 4:21:57 PM | I wake from my sleep and face my day
But I have to hope to reach you someday
I cannot go home to recall my steps
Cause I'll waste no tears lil girl
Love
Even if I do believe in it when I see you
I Could I take my time
Spend some days alone being by myself
Could you
Is, does it exist in endless love
In which I could believe
I get hurt because I was more of a klutz
Knowing that I don't want delusional
Thinking of you made me cry
See my eyes they're filled with tears
And all I got
Is my will to be with you someday
Thinking of you made me cry
So many times
And all the thoughts came back to you
So I held my will to be with you someday.... | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/2/2008 7:36:19 PM | Everyday we play russian roulette with our hearts
Shuffle the deck
Deal our fate
Take a chance
Pull the trigger
Will you win or lose?
Shall you shatter
Or
Will you prevail?
Life is a game in taking chances
You win some, you lose some
Risk taker, heart breaker
What will it be today?
Will you die
Or
Will you survive?
................The fates have dealt your hand, cut the cards, open your heart to the chance of love or hate. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/2/2008 8:34:40 PM | Dear Diary,
I sat back and read through all your pages.
Too bad you aren't mine
She's going to walk in any time now
but I don't care
Needed to know what's on her mind
But just one page was filled
She laid a trap for me
said, "hands off my diary"
knowing I wouldn't resist your call
She told me she cheated on me
without having to say it to my face
you said it all | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/2/2008 8:51:57 PM | Yes, my question was directed to you, as
are most of my writes at this time.
Ya see, every artist needs someone in their life to
drive them insane, to drive them to cut their throat, wrists,
ear off, or drive their delorean into a brick wall at a 120 mph
And every hero needs someone in their life to push them to their limits
so they can fight off 3 million persians, start a revolution and free scotland,
take on terrorists,
. . . As well as an angel to look over their shoulder
Your beauty, depression, and, anger is really workin for me! Mix
it with my own neurotic problems, and we're there!
As long as I hang on your every word,
I'll be so f**ked up, that the middle east doesn't stand a chance!
One thing your depression is weighing, wish I could help,
can you try out being a total **** once in a while.
I need something to drive me past my breaking point!
Thank you | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/2/2008 9:53:57 PM | Dear Diary,
Its me again. Just wanted to let you know that smiles are going to be hitting my pillow tonight. He gives me butterflies. His pop rocks of the heart are gonna crush me in the end arent they? Doesnt matter he gives me new hope, one i cant deny. One i never want to go without. Makes all the depression and all my issues seem to fade away. He is the crazy glue i need to hold it together. He is the bubble gum that sticks to my shoe. Really though he is my heart when mine stops. And in my heart he shall stay.
Thank you cupid, sometimes you arent so bad afterall.
Sincerely not always so dramatic
Kim
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/3/2008 1:30:47 PM | A piece of my heart
You have faith in me
Been with me through everything
The tears and the smile
Looking at me with your shiny eyes
You understand me
When i am angry, you are the clown that makes me smile
When i am a fool, you simply ignore me and go about your business
When i am wrong, you forgive me no questions asked
When i am sad, you will be the smile i need
Unconditional love you have given me
One never knows the true meaning of unconditional love
Until
Until you have owned a pet
It isnt odd that dog is spelled god backwards
They are true angels sent from heaven
So please go hug your furry friend today
You never know when it might be your last | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/3/2008 6:42:41 PM | (built this offa' one of the lines outta the poem you left on my thread...posted it there...but then "double dipped" and posted it here.....fits the idea of your opening post..I feel ya)
Paint me a pretty picture
Because the one that I see is abstract
Attempting to make sense of it all...
and still keep my heart intact
Paint me a picture using numbers
Although 1 + 0 will always = 1
Through this hole in the wall,
alls I can see is that the ignorant have so much more "fun"
Paint me a picture of innocence
That has a tight grip on the real
Paint me a picture of a world
where there's a safe place for those of us who've been overdosed with "feel"
Paint me a picture to get lost in
Paint one that leaves me always wanting more
Show me how to use pastels while painting hell
Paint ME - a house in a field with an Iron door | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/3/2008 7:30:41 PM | Woke in the darkness of the early morning
slept peacefully in the black knight dream
the warmth in this hall is overwhelming
drowning me in the scent of flowers
night shoots through the blue tint windows
midnight blue walls left in the reflection
blood spilled on the floors leaves its mark also
think too myself that I should be nauseous
sigh
but, I have drank befor
the staleness just reminds me of fresh flowing streams,
and days to come
collect my bearings enough to stand,and inhale deep,
overwhelm my senses with intent
growl at the dog that its time to carry on
Dogs got the same "f**k, its early" look on his face that I just did
He inhales, growls, stands, inhales,and huffs
My smile, think too myself I'm reflected in a pitbull, Perfect
First step forward, and I ask myself, am I sure she's here
I feel her, as if this palce is her
trapped inside, something of her own making
beautiful place, I love stained glass
portraits made from the destroyed remains,
even more beautiful now
the blood, the blood, yes I smile
we walk on, cascading fountains flow,
in fountains set back in the walls in this blue tint background, I go to my knees
gather a drink, my mates already there
I take off my hat, and bury my head, refreshed as I stand
my eyes still closed, in order to take in that last bit of this this feels good, and, I don't know when it will happen again,
opening closed eyes, I stare into the falls,
mesmorised by the last bit of night remaining,
the last star, and I am reminded "we'll burn as we fall"
a face appears in the water, beautiful, gone as soon as it came
I flash back to my black knight dream, where
it felt that her hand grasped mine, and our she crossed right through me
scent still on me
inhale
We turn, and walk on,
light ahead, flicker of Candle Fire, or Hell?
The dog sees the determination in my eyes, and
resolves himself for what's to come
We're nearing the end of the hall,
light reflected in the blue getting brighter
our veins flow, and eyes set to the fire to come, "Lady watch over us" | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/4/2008 5:51:48 PM | Love Four
Tell me what your dreaming, under moon light, and streetlights,
glow through the window, shadows
fended off by candle flames, your
head rests on your pillow, eyes illuminated with love,
your smile is so peaceful, and I lay down
next to you, my heart rests in this moment,
tell me, can you feel me, as I breathe in,
the warmth of your skin, cheek to cheek,
along to kiss your shoulder, what dreams fill your mind
a House, Children, the Sea, something I said, or Just this Night
I lay back, and stare at the swirls on the ceiling, listen
to the song on the radio,wondering
what of tomorrow, what of tonight, Every inch
of my body wants yours, my
arm around yours, across your chest, in this
night, and I keep drawing my lips, against your skin, along
the middle of your back, to your hip, to the crease at the
top of your leg, what dreams, fill your head this night, love,
where is your tomorrow, can I come,
tell me | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/6/2008 10:18:40 AM | Desperate to feel the numbness once again
Eyes so tired of crying
Breathing hurts, almost can't get one drawn
Cradle me in your arms, held tight against your bosom
Fill the emptiness with caring, warmth
All I need is what you can provide | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/6/2008 1:03:49 PM | | lol...these words on the screen leave lots of room for misunderstanding, I've found....and I checked out your write....not bad at all for a first time writer....I'll be interested to see what else you can come up with....and thanks for keepin it real, regardless....i've got mad amounts respect for that... | |
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