Friday, December 18, 2009
This time, This time...
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Friday, November 27, 2009
What Makes Your Heart Beat?
When your heart breaks
does it break for love?
or burst with joy?
Does it break with truth?
Or does it shatter from a lie
hissed through gnashing teeth?
When your heart aches
does it ache with all the joy
that you can never contain?
When it hurts, does it hurt
from the pain you caused yourself
from what you should not endure?
When your heart melts
does it melt with warm love?
or from hot hate burning through?
When your heart burns
does it burn with life, as it should?
or with or from deep seeded fear?
How does your heart break?
Why does your skip a beat?
How does your heart burn?
A heart is brought to full life
with overflowing joy
and life is long and full
But a heart that is burdened
senselessly, constantly, without reason
will surely be crushed, and fail soon after...
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Saturday, November 21, 2009
Love's Curse? or Spell?
There is a story
for my heart was writ
A story of love, heroism
A life only I could fit
My heart knows too well
what I'm meant to be
how I'm meant to dwell
So how could it be?
A love i don't give, taken
That once love's spell,
Now others do break it
My heart aches
for I know I'm not there
and I know you're not right
When I live as I should
my heart takes flight
I want to let my life soar!
With open wings, to be free
free to live adventure, to explore
but with you i find
my wings are clipped....
With them my heart grows heavy
and my wings grow weak
my heart is numb; my spirit, meek
Oh the control that rules!
See manipulations tolls
my heart yearns for a life well lived
words well spoken, and love to give
But my soul grows weary
and my words are now few
in my heart breathe life
or I must bid you adieu....
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
Winter Memories...
My heart,
my love,
Today the tree went up
and my heart came alight
I love you so dear,
I miss you so much
I wish you were here-
If only your heart were such
The scent of your soap
turned my heart to a faucet
As I lathered my small hands
I remembered yours, so strong
as I breathed in your scent
my mind, transported
I loved you so
move on my heart, forget,
but I miss you once again
It is the season we met
falling in love in the winter air
sweet christmas conversations
late into the night
falling asleep to your sweet words
I swore I'd get over you
and yet my heart has not since
loved.... nor trusted
my heart is bound
by impending winter memories
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Sunday, November 1, 2009
Damsel
I had high hopes
that you might be
my knight in shining armor
My prince charming
riding on your noble steed
or at least a handsome prince
who would care for this
princess' fragile heart
But nay, you were not
You were but a knight
seeking adventure,
seeking a damsel to save
and once I had been saved
you were off once again
seeking another adventure
Just when I thought
you had gone for good
I landed in distress anew.
In the moment I found
myself under duress
You rescued me
You came in the midst
of my distress,
all but to rescue my heart
Now my heart is glad,
for though you love me not,
you came quick to my side
and rescued me from woe!
You found me walking barefoot,
from the midst of wretchedness,
and lifted me, bleeding and broken,
onto your horse, and tended to me
You wrenched me from dragon's claw
and dragged me from his fiery lair
and brought me to still waters
So my darling prince
though you love me not
and though I neither seek return
nor long for your care
My heart is ever grateful
That twice, nay thrice!
you have thus rescued me
I incline my head to you,
my dear sir knight,
you have my respect
and a place in memory
as you go on your way
seeking more adventure
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Get It All Out
In my heart
is a spot, a blot
that wants to be rubbed out
In my soul
is an ache, a mistake
that wants to be smoked out
In my spirit
Is a weight, ill-fate
that threatens to drown me out
My heart grates so heavy,
and I feel like such a fool-
all the weight of stupidity
pulling on my hair,
kicking me in the teeth,
knocking intelligent wind
from my lungs
so that no word spake
could pass my teeth
in a way to be understood-
least not by love-drunk dolts
My mind races til it aches
with memories of ill-advised
gut-grating actions that only
led into farther infatuations
or less lady-like behavior
as I tried my best to remain
sober in mind and spirit
though my tongue seemed
as inebriated, and my body
as befuddled by love
beyond what i knew possible
In my soul
I agonize in pain, in vain
I yearn for a way to drive it all out
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
A Time To Come
there are days
when i glimpse a time i've never known
and know some thing i never have
there are times
when my spirit races to the future
and i thrill at what im meant to have
there are moments
when i live ahead of my life
and i miss something i've not yet known
there is a time to come
in which i love a man and know him well
but when i return to now, it's like a lonely farewell
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A Moment of Love
In a moment
a heart goes aflutter
and brows are raised
pupils grow large
and memories spark
In a moment
anger is dispelled
and all hurt forgot
as your heart again throbs
with love, besot
Oh dear heart
please forget again!
yes, twas a chance
long lost, but now?
a love at what cost?
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Lost Art of Love
What can I do?
What will you say?
Could you love me?
Tell me, yea or nay.
I once heard a thing said
A man told me of a time
he loved a girl, but she
ne'er spoke, so neither did he
Tell me, be this truth?
Must I (the she) say to he,
that my hearts skips for him
to see if he won't pass me by?
What is this, dear heart?
A man should pursue a lady
Not the lady aft the man
No, he should not be silent
If the lady be not distant,
feeling not contemptuous,
a mutual love, then dear sir!
The man should step forward!
Dear men, hear me now,
tis better to have loved
and lost one morrows lady
than silently ne'er win her love
Dear ladies, what shall we do?
Have you not stole his role
quite oft enough? too much?!
Can you not let him pursue?
What is this lost art of love?
Why can we not peruse it right?
What is this unfortunate new game?
Why do so few play it right anymore?
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Fall Skies
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Autumn
This is the time of year
when the leaves begin to change
when I long for summer's warmth
and all I loved has faded away.
I wake in the mornings
and yearn for sublime sunrise
It's the time of year when day just happens
almost as though unannounced,
with no grandiose declaration,
no orange skies or purple clouds
no way for morn to say "I've arrived!"
The skies just gradually turn bright...
It's that time where muted beauty abounds
endless trees seem to be freely painted
Winds cold breath carries cold, colors, scents
Endless drizzle from dreary skies brings
comfort in fireplaces, cozy couches, and hot chocolate....
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
Beloved's Body
Behold yourselves as I do,
Your skin, so milky white
unspoiled by time,
Your eyes as bright as
blueberries, ripening in the sun;
Your hair as beautiful as the sands,
as the fresh bark of trees,
yet as soft as silken scarves;
Your body as strong as mountains
as graceful as the doe by the stream
as delicate as thin-drawn glass;
Your lips as beautiful as the red
cardinal, or rose hummingbird in flight;
Dear Beloved, you are all these things
And yet, though your hair is long and
beautiful and catches just the right breeze
Your heart is does not fit you any longer
Your heart is a spoiled as an apple,
fallen from the tallest tree;
Your spirit withers quicker
than flowers, cut from their roots of life;
Your soul as wicked as the vultures
that gnaw and tear at their victims flesh.
My dear, my love,
Your heart is as rotten as all these
and as dry as desert lands;
Beloved! Does your heart not ache?
Does it not feel out of place?
You keep such a beautiful temple,
yet the beauty is on the outside
while the inner temple reeks of death.
Open your heart to Love,
Be loved, so that you may love.
Even if you bring about no change,
you will be loved, for His nature
Loves, no matter the condition,
no matter how dry your desert,
or how your heart rots in your chest.
Does it not feel out of place?
To clothe with such splendor
such a wilting piece of fruit?
Why would you cover
a thing so rotten,
with silks so precious?
Would you not carry in those clothes
a jewel so precious?
Would you not care for what is
wrapped in your innermost,
and only then clothe it in beauty?
Would you not do so only
to put the deepest beauty on display?
Would you not want the inner
to be so deserving of the outer?
Beloved,
clothe yourself in scarlet,
treat yourself to the sweetest
of all fruits,
and the most precious
of all jewels,
-but only after your heart
has basked in the most
honorable of all things.
Love.
Love from a King.
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
Life in the Clouds
The sky looks so beautiful. I want to fall into the clouds, and feel the fading, changing colors in my skin. I want to be lost in the endless expanse, to experience the winds as breath all my own. The clouds look so soft, I want to taste them for myself. I want to know how they feel to the touch. I feel them in my soul, a breath of my spirit. I want to become one with the fading tides of colors, washing over the horizon, dancing across the air. I will become enveloped in both day and night, becoming near and far, being heavy and weightless as the clouds are. I want to know, and just for one setting... in it, I want to be.
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Seek, Rise.
You seek from
where you are
You see from that level,
know no higher than your own
You cannot go higher
for it is farther still
You cannot yet know for
it is beyond your understanding
Lower? Yes,
but too simple
Lower, my darling,
is most unfortunate
But rise higher,
above where you were!
Rising higher takes more,
an anointing of the heart
So, rise, darling, rise!
Long for a new anointing!
For you cannot know, or love
'less your heart has been taught
Love far, and farther
than you yet know
You cannot attract
more than what you are
So love, know, grow,
see what your heart becomes
Then watch those who come,
watch those reflections of your heart
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Monday, October 19, 2009
Dear Mr. President,
Dear Mr. President,
We won't stand for this.
If you sign that treaty,
you rob me of my future.
you rob this world of what good there is.
It's too soon.
Please watch this video! Spread the world! Please do NOT let this happen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMe5dOgbu40&feature=player_embedded
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Sunday, October 18, 2009
What Do You Do?
What do you do
when you begin
to want that which
you don't want?
What do you do
when you desire
that which you did not,
should not want?
What do you do
when you crave
what no longer is?
thought could not be?
-when your heart beats
for something that
no longer does the same?
one no longer in tandem?
What do you do
when another tear falls
after you thought, knew,
you had shed every hurt?
What do you do?
What can you do?
What more is left?
What more will come?
What do you do
when your heart
has loved so much
and lost too much?
What can you do
when your heart
is broken and mended,
but is threatened again?
What do you do
when you begin
to want that which
you thought cannot be...
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Loss
Loss of love
so overwhelming
one feels,
the heart shall break
Loss of a loved one,
so painful
one feels, with our pain
the world should shake
Loss of your Self,
the greatest loss yet,
a most painful burden,
that lonely, abandoned ache
Loss of faith
a hopeless loss
hard to regain
impossible to fake
Loss of life
a pain so bleak
as we see a pale face
we only hope will wake
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The Lady
To be a lady
there is a certain eloquence
yes, to be found
but mostly, to be honed
and ever perfected
To stand tall,
head held high
is not a practice
but a habit,
an extension of self
To be graceful
is not a means
by which to gain
but a manner
in which to behave
To be lovely
is not to be crass
but to be well spoken,
well behaved,
and show class
To be attractive
is to be modest,
not to wear
short skirts
and too-revealing shirts
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Monday, October 5, 2009
Hi!!!
Hi Faithful Followers!
We've hit 1,000 views! Thank you guys so much :)
Also, comments box have all been fixed!
I've opened an email account, so feel free to message me at MidnightAdventures@gmail.com
All my love!
Michele A
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Sparkling Memories
Laying in sleep
sweet sleep it was
I heard a song
the song from your lips
your fingers on the frets
I missed the sound
of your voice,
the scents I recall
of my acrylic paints
For us, life had just begun
I missed the dance
when you, with a glance
would take me
by the hand,
sweep me off my feet
The low light of the room
the smell of your cologne
you smelled as sweet
as champagne,
though we only had mojito
I missed you,
flashing your uneven grin,
your white button-down shirt
and all the cutest ways
you used to flirt
I'm sad it ended so
But memories still sparkle
Now I paint for life and love
I dance for joy, and every new day
brings new, fuller life and breath
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Condition of Return
You'll never know
what you did to me
you took me so low
to a place i ne'er
would have hoped to go
You'll never know
how much you hurt me
I near don't want you to know
For back to you is a place
I can never let my Self go
I feel I can't love anymore
Your betrayal so deep
broke my to my core
My heart is so broken
My very soul was what you tore
Why do you return so oft?
Why do I see you again?
Make not my heart soft!
Not again, not for you
Not lest your eyes again be soft
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Saturday, September 12, 2009
Bottle of Secrets
I collect my emotions
in a crystal bottle
I take them out daily
and hide them inside
Every day i wear a new one
and when i'm done,
i drop it in the bottle
ooaah, my heart is bursting
aaohh, that broken bottle
-where i hide things
I never take out -
turned onyx black
with all the feelings
I forgot inside
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
A Girl I Knew
Live life as a shadow
see if you still matter
You wonder if anyone
saw your life shatter
are you ever noticed at all?
You're completely thrown
when a compliment
is bestowed
You wonder how
anyone you'd ever know
could call you beautiful
Broken bride,
it's alright
You were so afraid
you lost so much weight
so unhealthy
dwindling away
but it was what you needed
and now you're gaining
or trying
you know you need it,
but it's terrifying.
I see your eyes
hazed over and afraid
Open wide,
What is there to diagnose?
You want to live fully
but it's what you fear most
You want to give love
but you're afraid to get close.
What is left inside?
you think you're a shadow
a shell....
Poor girl,
open your heart
try to feel, begin anew
You have no confidence,
don't know what to do
You're afraid of what you lack
but to your Self you are is not true
slowly open up your heart
go ahead, give life a try
don't be afraid to love
let it be slow to come by...
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Tuesday, September 8, 2009
sad eyes
Sad eyes
hide brilliant lies
Starry eyes
unsatisfied
Secret thoughts
Puckered lips
Hidden loves
Sinking ships
Oh my love
not my heart
No my love
please don't start
Velvet touch
with no emotion
All too much
for no devotion
Sad eyes
suffering sighs
Starry eyes
wondering why...
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Saturday, September 5, 2009
Death of the Heart
The ultimate death
is the death of the heart
for it goes beyond the grave
The death of the heart
is a death of a thousand times
awakening to a thousand more lives
It is one that breaks a man
or a woman, down to their core
and yet makes you crave love more
The death of the heart is one
that makes one long for the grave
yet crave life like never before
It is a death, a brokenness
that begs not to be revived
yet gasps for life all at once
It is a death that is ever recurring
Some may escape it
others are ever haunted by it
Tis a morbid occupation
to die so severely
and to die so often
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Sponge in the Drain
My memories linger
My thoughts won't just turn to dust
That life just wont wash away
It's just rubble filling in the cave
My heart is like a sponge stuck in the drain
Everything filters through
Soak me up and squeeze me out
Sop up the blood, clean up the stain
Wash me with soap and suds
Let the blur sting in my eyes
You were that light that shone bright
but you blew a fuse and I got misused
I thought you were a lovely candle
Turns out you're just a lighter
You can't catch a wick
and you get too hot to stay lit
You were like a bird in the blue
Never expected the sky to break
and you got rained out of the sky
and hit the ground, never runnin'
You're like the toothpick
that got stuck in the holder
You never made it out and
you won't make it back to my mouth
I'm like a sponge in the drain
Stick me in the dishwasher
Wash me, squeeze me free of sorrow
Don't worry, I'll be fine tomorrow
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Lie To Me
Lie to me
So I can know
when you're
telling the truth
Hide from me
for when you hide
that's when I'll know
where to find you
Say nothing to me
For when your lips
keep their secrets
that's when I know you
Hold your breath
for when you
stop breathing, that's when
I truly know you're alive
Silence your heart
for when it stops beating
thats when I hear
and I know your secrets
Stop your smiles
let me read your eyes
for when you look at me
they tell when you're happy
Let no food pass your lips
for when you stop eating
I can recognize how true
is your appetite for life
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Monday, August 31, 2009
Leave Me
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You are my Joy
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Nobody's Listening
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To Love Once More
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
To Live Again
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
-thought-
I have a proclivity towards loneliness.
There's a little cave I call my own,
I crawl inside and lose myself there.
I'm trying very hard not to hide away...
but the loneliness is coming...
I can feel it...
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
Speeding
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Stranger
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short.
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Sweet Freedom
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Love's Fight
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Friday, August 21, 2009
Life Lost, Regained
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Day To Run Away
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Monday, August 10, 2009
When Faith Dwindles Fatal
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
apology to God
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The Trickery of Time
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Sunday, August 2, 2009
A New Dawn
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Friday, July 31, 2009
Hearts throb. gentle. in vain.
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Breathe
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Thursday, July 23, 2009
Eclipse
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Friday, July 17, 2009
Color Pulse
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Labels: prose/ poetry
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Mushrooms and Painted Skies
I find myself sitting on the brick steps in front of a lovely old house. The house is two-story, painted green, with knick-knacks and a few metal-wrought tables and chairs decorating the porch. Up a set of well-worn stairs, a cozy coffee shop is tucked away. There, the walls are painted warm colors, paintings are hung, and scattered everywhere. A few of my pieces hang around too. I'm quite proud of those. They're so surrealistic, and I'm always surprised to find that the brush that paints so smoothly is in my hand.
The muted tone of the band playing ukelele's and horns comes flooding out of doors and reaches my ears. I am on sitting on sun-warmed bricks, my fingers wrapped around my choker necklace, fiddling with the glassblown mushroom, trapped in a teardrop of glass. I watch as the sky floods through shades of color.
First the sky becomes a wash of blues, that fade to purple. A smashing pink lights up the horizon, purple candy clouds dance away from the sun. The sky fades to the most beautiful orange. "Thank you," I whisper. I knew God knows what my favorite color is, but I hardly realized that He loved to create the perfect orange, and to decorate the sky with it - just for me.
A man came and sat down next to me. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Mhm," I barely answer, lost in the beauty of the shifting oranges of the sky, the licorice and lavendar clouds, and the sweet scent of the sun-warmed evening.
The band had stopped playing, and I heard someone else strumming softly on his guitar, singing love songs or lullabies. His voice sounded like love itself as it is whispered to your heart. But his song ends, and I hear someone else play something more upbeat, on a soft electric. His voice sounds almost sad, and I feel suddenly as though my heart wants to know a thousand secrets, but has a thousand more to tell.
I suddenly realize I have been sitting for quite a long time, as my backside has lost all feeling on the hard, unforgiving brick.
I stand up, and lean against a wall; it's siding that has been painted purple, and decoratively painted with what looks like the potential for a faerie tale. I think it looks silly, but in the evening's glow, it somehow enchants me.
To the right of me is a low wall around the porch, between which I had been sitting on the steps. A cat is laying there, so lazy and self-satisfied. He has long gray fur, and his fluffy, ragged-looking tail flips about lazily, as if swatting something in his half-sleep. His fur rippples with his purring. I reach out and pet him.
I reach down, smoothing my sun-yellow skirt, then peer back at the boy who joined me. "What took you so long?"
-end part 1- (possibly more to come...)
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Labels: story
Omitted.
and I realize that
something has been omitted.
It isn't missing
But it isn't there.
It's been deleted
but never on purpose
It was an accident.
It defied destiny.
and it continues to defy
what it was meant for.
Sometimes, as I fall asleep
I remember something
and I see past its deletion.
I grow sad as I think about
what had been
what could have been
and what, now, instead
is not.
Sometimes, when I'm dreaming
I forget what disappeared.
In dreaming, I find
that I have begun to live
as though it were.
I live in dreams
and dwell in warmth
I live that life,
and breathe that happiness.
But sometimes I wake up,
and I find the bed is cold
that the room is empty,
that the locket was dreamed
that you were not inside
and I was not in anyones arms.
Sometimes I wake
and in waking,
I still dream -
and the bed is warm
as if you were there,
and as if you still are here.
Sometimes I live.
and I go through my life,
forgetting the omitted,
and living all else that I know
I'm meant to have
and knowing who I'm meant to be
But the omitted is not filled.
merely ignored.
Sometimes I imagine.
But sometimes,
I imagine nothing at all.
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Labels: prose/ poetry
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Lost Loves
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Labels: prose/ poetry
A Lonely Memory
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Resolve
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Bitter cold
I feel a rage of winter
It has struck me
Though I am in midst of summer
My skin roasting under the sun
I’ve felt a storm of hail
It strikes wicked,
And breaks my heart
All while suns ray please my skin
Such rage! Such anguish!
Why do I feel cold wrath
When life outward is so sunny?
Why are others so cold, though I am warm?
My warm demeanor
Is not hot enough
To melt their icy stares
Or to thaw out their frozen hearts
My warm smiles cannot
Take away the ice shards,
The frozen shrapnel of words
With which they pierce my heart
I feel my heart shudder
And my body shakes
A diamond has melted,
My eye sheds a precious jewel
Their cold strikes me
And my warmth turns to crystal
In a shower of glass
Shards spill from my eyes
I gather the spilled stones
The precious diamonds they were
And find they are worthless
I have broken over naught
A wind blows the sand-dust diamonds
From my grasp
And I am left alone,
With nothing at last
So long did I struggle!
Oh how did I fight
Why did I lavish precious time?
I was not worth a crystalline moment
So I begin anew
And warm my smile
With suns gracious gaze
Replacing cold with heat
As I gaze into blue sky
I know my warmth
will be restored
I’ll find new diamonds inside
© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009
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Labels: prose/ poetry