Deep Poetry for Tuesday, September 7, 2010

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Tuesday, September 7, 2010

I belong to me

I’m the clay that kids play with I’m soft and flexible I’m the pillow that friends rest their heads on, irresistible I’m the wind that cools him down when he’s out of breath I’m the sunshine that keeps my mother warm until death I’m the moonlight that guides my father through a lonely night I’m the melody that goes on for lovers to show them what’s right I’m the joke that helps cheer up a person who is feeling down I’m the light beam that lightens up darkness for someone so lost with a frown I’m... Sign in to see full entry.

I'll be up here for you

Finger tips shivering and so cold like ice cubes It seems to me that I’m the only one who understands you best It is not easy on me to keep dragging myself through this life I just want to set off my mind and disappear into ashes I want to own my life not be owned by others, I know I’m weak Being with you is the best feeling ever, with him it’s like I’m alive I will never be able to accept my past or even hold on to my future I can’t replace you or him, and this is just being unfaithful to you... Sign in to see full entry.

Such a curse

furious decisions crawl underneath door steps dry swords clash in a scene acted so perfectly we cry is this what life taught us and that's how we thank it? the roots at cores spring back by the wind, you rank it months drive passing by weeks, days, hours, minutes and seconds closing your eyes dusting off you shoulder views of presence fluster the weak ends and pull tight the strong piles we line them up along the pavement and colour them with styles packing boxes and shutting down the lights... Sign in to see full entry.

I love it

dry tears and wet hands seem to confuse everyone why is it hard to see what fell back so special like no one yes i know i can’t seem to move on cause its hard i can’t bounce to a new start and erase what's on the card getting to know myself is just craving for confusion your oblivious and i lost control over my storm of illusion you blinded me and now i cant see who I am anymore i never thought that you could ever sell me out, i moan please wipe away my stains that cover my vain you are like... Sign in to see full entry.

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