07-07-2005, 01:35 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Up yonder
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Minx's Poetry Thread (updated frequently)
I write a lot....it is my release for all the demons pent up inside of me.
Here's a sampling....there will be more to come. The Mask It's cold in the world when you reach out to grasp the fleeting of what never was there. It's hard all alone as you stand in the crowd and the mask is the smile that you wear.
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07-08-2005, 10:33 AM | #3 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Up yonder
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Thank you!
Heaven's sister shining down you always wink at me, yet when I ask your secrets you never set them free. With all the eras you have seen, the wishes asked of you; how can I ask you to smile down and grant a love that's true. Another cruel sibling just like the moon and like the sun, teasing me with sultry dreams just for your ageless fun.
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07-11-2005, 11:49 AM | #5 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Up yonder
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Thank you very much for the support. I do appreciate it.
Once again darkness surrounds me as the ghosts roam down the hallways of my heart. With closed eyes I see it all, relive the fear that lives inside. Why do I listen to the voice that has nothing kind to say, whose lies settle on my soul bringing tears forth one more day. I tell myself its not forever, that happiness will find its way to me. Sometimes it's hard to see it coming as all alone I go my way.
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07-12-2005, 12:25 PM | #6 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Up yonder
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Waiting, oh so quietly,
is the love I hold within. Sleeping, oh so lonely, missing love's elusive twin. Haunting is the melody, the humming of the heart. Seeking, always searching, for that missing part. A ray, a light, a beacon; my need of late is great. My only fear I realized all yet still I was too late.
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07-13-2005, 12:13 PM | #7 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Up yonder
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Endless, always longing,
my soul still cries aloud. Yet faith and love shall soothe my heart unto the bitter end. Hoping, praying softly, eternity's ache too long. I set my spirit upwards with the wish my heart to mend. Sunshine follows rainbows but first must come the rain. And to that end I free myself to heal from love's cruel pain.
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07-13-2005, 12:47 PM | #8 (permalink) |
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Sunshine follows rainbows
but first must come the rain. And to that end I free myself to heal from love's cruel pain. Wicked......this I like much.
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07-22-2005, 10:59 AM | #11 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Up yonder
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Another old one but it is one that I like,
Take my heart, cast it aside love brings it back to me. Toss my faith from the mountain top the wind makes sure it's free. Dash my hopes from the steepest peak a rainbow paves the way. Cast my spirits to the depths to face a brand new day.
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08-13-2005, 04:27 AM | #13 (permalink) |
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Location: Where You Live.
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'The Mask' seems like the only 'final version' poem, and it's easily my favourite of this thread. I'd like to read some poems of yours that deal with different themes. You do say it's a release for your demons, so i hope i'm not being too critical if you're writing for yourself, but nevertheless, i mean it in an encouraging way!
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08-26-2005, 09:42 AM | #14 (permalink) | |
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Minx, this one toally rocks. I really really enjoy it. the whole looking for love and not finding it is such a worn out idea, but you gave it a breath of freash air. two thumbs way up
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08-26-2005, 10:47 AM | #15 (permalink) | |
Chilled to Perfection
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beautiful. just simply beautiful. A poem about the road to healing. very touching and deep in so few words. excellent work
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