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and I hated her / and how she was a better person than me / sometimes it’s too late to learn
A unpoetic, badly written, awkward piece of poetry – a suitable style for a suitably unpoetic existance / Documenting, discovering, uncovering, analysing, realising, criticising, hoping
The rain on his belly tastes hot and sweet and you keep drinking
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she came to a place where shadows cry / silenced tongue sings no relief, no sigh / draws only sorrow nigh
in some, inner pain brings reactions. / some reactions I see, / makes me fall on my knees / and cry / I want to love and hold / forever if needed / to bring a lasting sigh
The Music of The Spheres
For the Writer’s Meeting today.
I’m thinking of her. / I’d break the rules and then recover. / She likes to paint the world grey. / I’ll save her from herself today.
For a girl.
It hurts / to write the words / that make their way / slowly and painfully / from my hand to the page
sometimes expressing yourself, even to to those who love you, has a risk…
Don’t come near me unless you want to be disrupted. I will: Upturn a cliche and write it to a new form / Eradicate generalisation an…
Disrupt featured today in the fabulous Core (C.O.R.E) 27-2-09
There, on the floor in the looming shadow of books, sits the boy. Large brown eyes that hide a secret. If you look very closely you could…
Don’t know exactly where this is going, but was inspired by the feelings from my friend Cassey’s piece called Tear It Out To read more of the story: Tear It Out – #2 Tear It Out – #3 Tear It Out – #4
Here comes a slap in the face again / A stab in the back from a friend
From afar you beckoned to me / Like a cool fertile oasis in the scorching desert, / how I longed to taste your liquid coolness on my tongue…
I forgave you yesterday for hurtful words / today, I compromised for affection / I’ll forgive you tomorrow / and lose more faith in my belie…
Back in 1992, I wrote this quote in my journal, “Forgiveness is a courageous attempt to add steps to the ladder of the future. To forgive oneself is the doorway to heaven and the challenge of lives to come.” I cannot remember who the author was, but this quote is a part of my daily routine - / I forgive myself for what I’ve done yesterday, today and tomorrow! / In my counseling efforts the issue of forgiveness is always misconstrued, that in order to forgive you must embrace the person forgiven – this is NOT to say you need live with them, tolerate future abuse, or forget the lessons learned from this relationship. I guess that this particular belief is what sparked the inspiration for this writing at 2am this morning. / I am hopeful that someone struggling with Self-Esteem earns their presence and ability to hold themself in enough regard and strength NOT to compromise themself for Survival, Affection or Success! / Peace~ Imagine my surprise today 5/6/09, when my sweet sister DevineDay Dreams created created this beautiful artwork to accompany this poem…
The leafs begin to leave the trees,
In becoming the person we want to be sometimes we leave behind the things thought weak. This man decides he is not deserving of the light, and walk through all, he thought he lost or killed the light and beg for it’s return but he believed he was undeserving of this anyway….but winds and leaves surround him and him a journey to his light, how will he react? Hope yous like this peace… ; )
My heart cradled / Within your gentle hands, barefoot, / With no chance of stomping / Upon my beat / With steel-toe / Vengeance. My hands …
I think this poem is self-explanitory. :)
Well a moment i had of no thinking / This is what came / I get the weird ones when i dont think at all / When i dont think about what i write / When i just let my fingers do the tapping. / Strange thing isnt it? Now a collaboration with the amazingly talented jacqleen if you have seen her work you will know what i am talking about. Her work is amazing and awe inspiring, she is so very talented that i seriously fail to finds as many words to describe her pieces! CAGED / Thank you J for letting me pair this with your image! Im so honored and awed at it. If you havent seen her work, i suggest you really go take a look, amazing! Thank you new friend! It has been a pleasure :) Featured: June 26th 2009 – The Beauty of Poetry June 27th 2009 – The Art of Pain
without scars / we would never know / how far we’ve come © Kristin Reynolds 2008
A free-form Senryu I worte last year (but decided to post today thanks to Veritasunsaid, and his latest poem, four stripes) just a little something that says, “Hey, i was here, I survived, and now I’m stronger than hell!”
You may turn me, / squeeze me, / flick my whiteness blue / as the raven’s midnight sheen, / or brand me as red / as the winter cardinal’s ima…
Throwing it all away is a heavy task; one not meant to be taken lightly, and one certain to leave a bruise.
Your state of mind is tenuous / As balanced on a knife / And even efforts strenuous / To take control of life / May in the end just miss the …
Sometimes our hearts reach out but hands feel tied…
What’s not to like about living? / When turning round you’re standing there
Everything is so overwhelming today.. I feel just like this poem
you sent me a movie of your caring I watched you click on / view seems stunted but the feeling is mutual / words from a great poet you s…
Loving gestures are wonderful / sometimes depending on the day they switch on a feeling / not good nor bad really / however something that gets attention more than the purpose / of the gesture / tis our own agenda of course that dominates everything / that is why I find it hard to believe we could influence a fly / cept in death / but even then the choice seems to be / fight or allow / I like to think if I faced a death and I could choose how / I would respond / I would choose the allowing / and maybe I could stay conscious through the transition / from life to life / anyway I love others / I love me / gestures are are welcome / from you to me.
The perfect madness / has forsaken me. Shaken me from its red / throbbing bosom / of twisting love branches. How long / do you think …
love, the perfect madness… / this is a poem for all of those who’ve been that one left waiting beneath the sunset tree on the hill, roses in hand and a smile on your trusting face / (for the one who said they’d be there) / with not a soul / to give them too. / ya gotta let a girl get her cynical’s out. :)
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