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Poetry Only
Dawn came,a new sun blazing upon the horizon its light seeking to reach me,sensing it hoping to touch me,held back in my darkness,tethered to a falling star,hesitant to admit the crushing defeat of a wish expressed with all my being.So impossible to thrive in black shadows-the light beckons me out,offering relief,offering to feed my inner starvation,I am troubled by a desire to remain here,to wait upon one final act,one complete annihilation of my heart or the rescue of my failing wish.Poetry
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mag_1
God's love is a heavenly pit of passion fire climb on in get blistered ... -
kreigblue2
Naked soul I am and offer to you. Bare of the constraints of my flesh Free from the chains of my mind Simply truth in submissive hope That you will see not through me As the dwindling hope before has proven But that you will enable me to exist To grow the flesh of your realm To possess the mind of your domain To become solid within your eyes And dare I wish that far pleasure? To be touched inside, Can you reach me? -
BlackRavenett
Truth Seeker... Nail biter... ~;~ Fighting deamons... living with monsters ~;~ ~;~ Lady B ~;~ ~;~ ~;~ Life Takes you on a bumpy road, make sure you have great shocks! Jesus Rocks and so does my family.. Married for 17 years and have three wonderful children. I home school and I am addicted to coffee, and diet pepsi. I take photos in my spare time *when that is* My father in law who I love have parkensens disease, our family takes care of one another. My dad is sick and my mom may have melonoma uterien cancer, My sister is having many problems in her life... Lord Lift me up and show me the way and to help others. I love to write. I have fibromyalgia, so somtimes it sucks to type. I have a wild imagaintion so my writing may be a little psycotic. This is how I deal with everything. ~;~ -
LadySilver1786
Its funny how all the best writters are the ones so near the end. How pain can twist its way from your soul into your fngertips and poor from them like the blood of your self inflicted wounds. Why do we share our lifes stories and tell a tale so filled with pain. Why do people read thoose sad sorrows that have broken us and left us screaming out to a world that doesn't care. Now they read being filled off our pain off our tragedy off all we have left to offer. And when we die they move on like vampires in the night. Who am I and why are we here. The only hope is God. -
Quinn0205
Eternal Conundrum -
silverastrea612
I am an easy going person who loves to write. Once you view my site you will see that. This is where I mostly placed things that are on my mind. So you will be gettin a lot of odd little things here. Other the that I love music meeting new friends and hanging out with the ones I already have. I also love to learn and I try to be an avid book reader. Plus when I get the chance try to watch movies. So come and talk to me whenever you want. And visit my site as much as you want. enjoy -
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RnBoW_SPOT
Poet & photographer. Lover of art, literature, good food, fine drink & all things botanical. -
Poem_Princess
I am me, I started writing then I stopped; and now I've continued again. I write mostly about what I feel, or what's happening. So I pretty much write for me. -
dancing_pen
As my pen dances across the page I reveal my musings from the mist.
