Minx

This is very good, as usual! I love the last four lines in particular, it always seems like I can relate so well to your words.
Thanks for sharing.

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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!

J.R.V.A.

Thank you Minx

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

J.R.V.A.

Blasted out the smokin barrell
A bullet runnin from the gun
Movin fast as greased lighting
Hit the wall and then I'm done

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

J.R.V.A.

Disarm hurts I pulled a muscle
Damned if I can find a cure
Legs a wobbling when I walk
Heart is broken minds a blur
Lucid I are in a memory
Day seems cloudy when I talk
When the one thats broke is mended
Pockets full of nothing more

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

Esen

That last one is quite sureal, and I loved it

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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?

Minx

I really like that last one. You are very talented!

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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!

J.R.V.A.

Thanks guys, your comments mean a lot to me

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

RoboBlaster

April is the kindest month. Mixing
rainwater with winter grass, browned
by the forgotten snow and cold. There
is warmth in the water now, and dust
is no longer charging fear into the old dead sockets
left by ice displacement.
A skull in ground, and not a care left in my mind.
And not a care left in my mind.

The lake was shimmering, sure. Also,
the breeze cooled my overwarm skin, but
the flashes of heat from your eye never quite left
the impression you had hoped.
The following winter’s blizzard chilled
every last bit of you from me.
Hope springs eternal, they say.

I never had hoped for a miracle.
I wasn’t dissappointed.

vonstalhein

thanks for sharing

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vonstalhein

Nice

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No Win No Fee

J.R.V.A.

Thanks von

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

J.R.V.A.

The fog rolls in
I see but I am blind
I hear a muffled cry
I feel numb
The sun trys to hide
The cold wraps around me
The wind whispers my name
The nightmare continues

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

Stillborn

A bit opposite of "Wasteland", eh?

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Waiting... to be born again

Wanting... the saddest kind of pain
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away

J.R.V.A.

A smile is born, from deep inside
It brews and warms my chest
It flows up from my crinkled toes
And runs along my arms
It climbs upon it's shoulder perch,
and runs toward my face
It hits me smack dab in the middle
Tis then I show my teeth
I thank you all for giving me
A Happy Birthday wish

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

Angel

It has been a while since I have visited lit and your thread. Please forgive my lack of response to your absolutely wonderful work. You make me PROUD dear sweet friend of mine. Thank you for sharing so much of you here and IRL. You are a true gem and a gift to all who get the pleasure of having you as part of their life.
BTW: The Burial of the Dead....WOW! I can't begin to express how that made me feel. Very impressive indeed. Keep it up!

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus

RoboBlaster

Stillborn... good catch. I used that line as a sort of a springboard for my poem. And thanks for your kind words, Angel.

RoboBlaster

Trees grow so slow that you don’t even notice
when they finally stop reaching upwards
and rest, content, waiting for the fall.
Waiting for their offspring to take root
they pray silently. All the while
getting only fatter.

Angel

You are welcome RoboBlaster. However, I must be honest and say that I hadn't realized it was someone else's work, I thought it was J.R.V.A.'s.
BUT, it is really good, enough so that I would recommend you start your own thread where people can read your stuff and reply directly to you. Your work certainly is worth it's own place.

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus

RoboBlaster

My own thread, eh? Perhaps I shall do just that. Maybe I'll start with BOTD

J.R.V.A.

I see red, and it soothes me
The color of money is greed
Blue is a day where the sun shines
White seems to free me of need
A yellow rose bud makes me queasy
A black heart was burned the last time
Pink panties get me excited
And purple boots help me to climb
A rainbow is filled with all colors
I look at one and sit and smile
Emotions remembered once doormant
These colors make my life worthwile

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

Minx

Nice work, as usual! I very much like your line "The color of money is greed".
Well done!

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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!

Angel

*bump*

Your work is worthy of viewing often...so I'm bumping it up top.
Can't be having you fall off to the second page!

Thanks for sharing your work!

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus

J.R.V.A.

Thanks to both of you. It is very awe inspiring to get praise from two such as you. Sorry I havent ben around for a while, With the holidays and the new house, I am trying to squeeze 26 hours into a day. Will be here more soon

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

J.R.V.A.

If you looked closely, you could see the corner of his mouth
It was the only indication there was a part of him missing
It wasn't like a man who had lost his leg, or arm, It was something different
The smile that once covered his face, was still there, but one corner would not turn up
Try as he may, he couldn't make it do it
It may have been the years of toil, or maybe innocence lost,
or the childhood, maybe none of those
Somehow it seemed it would always be there, he was known for it
When people would speak of him, they would comment on it
He did a good job of being he
A piece of him was missing
If you looked close, you could see

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

Angel

With eyes and heart wide open...I can see the missing piece.
Your words took my breath away. You have the most amazing gift my friend. You inspire me.
Thank you for you.

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus

Minx

I very much like this last one.
You do have a wonderful talent and I find I relate to your words so easily.
I look forward to the next one!

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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!

J.R.V.A.

THANNKS MINX

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

J.R.V.A.

You wake up and your still there

What a bitch you think, as you
look down at the mirror

Today was supposed to be the day,
you wonder what went worng

You fumble for your feelers

Another day, another way,
Deja vu might work today

Tingling toes release the pain,
and soothe away the heat

The smell you taste will tell the tale,
and rush along your haste,
Succeding in the failed attempt
to see and hear your fate

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

Angel

The tangled world of addiction.
You captured it well my friend.
This says so much between the lines.
Great work as always.
~Angel~

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus

J.R.V.A.

Thanks for the kind words

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

J.R.V.A.

Your sentiment of sediment is rudimentary
Extolling loquacity you sporadically loom in me
Proposing propisititions predisposes perplexity,
propititious as an army ant, sailing out to sea.
Lopped upon the looking glass, it seems to be the key
The incidence of occurence, as sumptuous as it seems,
adversely tipples to the tune, of fond past memories
To filch away another day,bequeaths a quality,
of prophecy when harvestmen, crawl beneath the trees

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

Angel

After disecting and digesting your work, more than once, it amazes me that you can write something that at first boggles my mind with it's complexity and once understood and felt, boggles my mind with awe and my heart with wonder. You impress me.

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus

J.R.V.A.

Thanks all, I really enjoy reading your responses, almost as much as I enjoy writing

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

J.R.V.A.

My spine starts to shiver when I think of you
remembering days and times that werent blue
A walk in the park brought me from the dead
a twinkle inside from the words that you said
A heart noer pure encompassing time
a heart that I wished was somehow still mine
My heart somehow beats, though cracked to the core
repairing its self, and longing for more

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

vonstalhein

'My heart somehow beats, though cracked to the core
repairing its self, and longing for more'

I like this very ryhtmic style, and the imagery is nice an emo'.

'The incidence of occurence, as sumptuous as it seems,
adversely tipples to the tune, of fond past memories'

I like this especially, but the rest of that piece i thought was a little contrived. I love the word 'sumptious' too, and the theme of differing perception (that i presume is intentionally) lent to the piece by 'as it seems' is evocative. Nice!

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Angel

Oh my, you have always had what it takes to tug on my heart strings!
Nice work my sweet friend.

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus

J.R.V.A.

We go on

The look of knowing in our eyes
The words twixt two are no surprise

We hold within our trembling hands
A world of dreams and pending plans

We wonder why the days roll on
to soon we know they will be gone

"If only" plagues our weary souls
we ponder times of different roles

On we go today again,
a smile perhaps we'll somehow feign

A step to take a thousand flights
we look toward our guiding light

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

ForgottenKnight

I enjoy how you utalize rhyming paterns. Your poems always flow so smoothly.

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"People say I'm strange, does that make me a stranger?"

Angel

This entire poem reaches far into my heart and soul but this specific line has such a deep rooted connection that I continue to read it again and again.

Thank you my dear sweet friend, for all you have been and continue to be to me and my life. Thank you for being a constant, never failing me.

And by the way...it's about time you put something new here!

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus

QuasiMojo

S~
you have grown so much since I first read you.

keep on

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