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      Quote Originally Posted by PrettyWitchy View Post
      Another... (something I wrote to a teacher that made a difference.)

      Lessons

      Anticipation, stress, nerves, joy and sadness,
      all things felt at the end of the year,
      but this time it is different, for I am undergoing a right of passage,
      that passage into the wolrd of adults.
      That world full of choices an dopportunities, that can lead to good or trouble.
      I rejoice, I'm almost there, but with so much say,
      so much to do and so much to remember,
      I find I remember the wrong things.
      Facts are all well and good but what really needs remembering,
      is my time well spent and well wasted.
      I should remember the lessons so valuable in life
      and the people who taught them to me.
      The fun of something new, the comfort of something familiar,
      the humor of something witty and the humbling of something embarassing.
      This is my solemn vow to never forget the little miracles in life
      and the angels who delivered them.

      Would love to hear what people think of my stuff and I would love read what others write and like.

      Hi Witchy,

      I think this poem is absolutely lovely! Your teacher must have been ecstatic when you wrote it. I was especially touched by "the humbling of something embarrassing..." It made me pause and really think about that, and how true it is. Thanks for sharing!

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      Quote Originally Posted by PrettyWitchy View Post
      Ode to a Fallen Friend...
      May she Rest in Peace.


      Here before me stands an Angel,
      Whose wings are tattered and torn,
      And her heart battered and bruised,
      Yet she stands for all to see.
      Right on her own two feet,
      She walks with her head held high,
      As she escapes the mouth of Hell;
      Here before me stands an Angel.

      Here before sings an Angel,
      Her voice ringing with clarity,
      As the tune dances to my ears,
      Singing of her sweet redemption.
      The words that fall from her lips,
      Enrapture my plain and simple soul,
      Their beauty stealing my breath away;
      Here before me sings an Angel.

      Here before me cires an Angel,
      With bitter tears falling like rain,
      As she starts in the cold night,
      From a dark nightmare unknown.
      She clings to her waning sanity,
      Fighting away her deepest fears,
      Keeping abusive monsters at bay;
      Here before me cries an Angel.

      Here before me dances an Angel,
      With grace completely unmatched,
      And with a spirit free and unbridled,
      Spinning and twirling in the firelight.
      Precious like the sunshine,
      She beams a smile through the dark,
      Loved more than she'll ever know;
      Here before me dances an Angel.

      R.I.P. Brooke M. ~ January 12, 1987 --- July 29, 2007
      Another beautiful tribute. I see a person with deep feelings in you, and a lovely way of expressing them. The layout of this poem is exquisite. I love the way you started and ended each verse with the same line, moving back and forth between changing emotions. That is so how it is when someone we love dies, really. Very nicely done!

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      Quote Originally Posted by IrisRavenstar View Post
      Hi Witchy,

      I think this poem is absolutely lovely! Your teacher must have been ecstatic when you wrote it. I was especially touched by "the humbling of something embarrassing..." It made me pause and really think about that, and how true it is. Thanks for sharing!
      Quote Originally Posted by IrisRavenstar View Post
      Another beautiful tribute. I see a person with deep feelings in you, and a lovely way of expressing them. The layout of this poem is exquisite. I love the way you started and ended each verse with the same line, moving back and forth between changing emotions. That is so how it is when someone we love dies, really. Very nicely done!
      Well thank you! I noticed you have a poetry thread as well, I would love to check it out the first chance I get. This is my first chance at a computer in a couple days, so I haven't been updating but hopefully tomorrow I'll have something to post. But again thank you, I'm glad you liked them.
      I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!

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      Just something I did awhile ago as a post break-up creative writing therapy, hehe. It was supposed to show the ridiculousness of the concept of Mr. Right, and the fallacies in believing in this version of Mr. Right.

      A Letter to Mr. Right

      Dear Mr. Right,
      I have heard so much about you, and the more I hear about you, the more I feel like I know you. You seem to be absoloutlely perfect, containing no flaws, being perfect for any female who is scorning the idea of love, or is just not finding the right love.

      I've been told you are gentlemanly, chivalrous, kind, outgoing, humerous, sensitive, understanding, always on time, impeccable with you memory of important dates, thoughtful, spontaneously generous, never confrontational, a hopeless romantic, outrageously gorgeous, completely loyal, not vain or shallow, and very well versed in writing love songs and sonnets.

      See, I have found it hard to believe that such a man exists. I also find it hard to see how you have come to gain such a reputation and still remain single. I of course can get along just fine on my own and do not need a qoute on qoute man in my life. I find that you are impossibly perfect and require proof that you are not a phony. But of course you will not prove yourself to me because you really don't exist.

      Don't bother intruding on my dreams anymore, for I need your false presence no longer. Have a charming life and go cheer another sullen woman up with your false hope.
      I bid you adieu,
      Woman in*ahem* no longer in distress

      P.S. Where can I find you!?
      I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!

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      All I can say about that last one is...beggars can't be choosers.

      Rest of 'em are pretty good, though.
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      "Take atheism, for example. Not a religion? Their pseudo-dogmatic will to convert others to their system of beliefs is eerily reminiscent of the very behavior they criticize in the religious."

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      I really like that last one. And even more, I like how you are capable of writing in different form. That's a gigantic trait to have when it comes to poetry... it provides variety. I say this, because whether or not one really thinks it, there are MANY self-proclaimed poets out there who write nothing but ABAB, four-stanza poems and nothing BUT.


      Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
      Look out on a summers day,
      with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.


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      Thanks! I like your new one too!
      I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!

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      I found this folded up in my journal and thought I'd post it...

      Eulogy for my Anthony

      Rain falls from the sky, as does blood from a wound.
      It falls down to darken the ground, leaving tiny spots like tear drops.

      The trees so weary, shed their leaves, and with their naked arms held out,
      They stand sentinnel like weary soldiers, keeping their gaurd around the grave.

      The sun is so feeble from behind the clouds, too forlorn to try and bansih the gray.
      Like a thick quilt thrown over my head, they smother my world and emotions.

      Softly my lips brush the polished wood, its cold and lifeless against my mouth,
      Almost like kissing the death within, sheltered and cradled like an infant.

      My tears slide down and drip from my nose, to fall and mingle with the rain drops,
      Upon my friends final resting place, its his last look at the world above.

      I step away from the open maw of earth, as it gapes to swallow my friend.
      Descending into the cold, wet ground, to embrace his body till the end of time.

      I'd like to think he's sleeping, slumvering within the soft dark dirt.
      Because its not quite so dreadful, but death is all too final and we are all condemned.
      I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!

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      I been working on a poem all the live long day,
      I been working on a poem, justa pass the time a day....

      It's slowly but surely coming along I might be happy enough to post it tomorrow.
      I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!

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      Well, I still don't like how the poem turned out, but Ihad been working on something for a few years now, slowly changing and perfecting it's outline and it's details. I have no other title for it other than the Seventh Child. Here's a little excerpt...

      Running, running running. She was always running, running from trouble, running from dark devils, running for her life. Every gasp for breath in the smokey atmosphere burned Enehy's lungs. She was so tired, every step felt like she was fighting to move lead not her legs. The air shimered and she knew it was time to run again. Lengthening her stride, she fought to keep from falling from exhaustion, she had to keep moving. Talon could be anywhere in this wretched maze, around any corner, or even behind her.

      "Heh. I can hear your frightened heart my sweet. I can smell your fear, you leave a trail of it like the sweat falling from your brow!"

      Enehy froze with shock and horror. He was so close! Enehy could feel his presence pulling her like a lodestone. This nightmare realm was his creation and Enehy knew she couldn't evade him forever, but fear still drove her on.

      And she was off again, running, running, running, always running like the damned woman she was. Enehy rounded a corner, and then another, and then another. The stone maze hissed at her, laughed at her as it twisted and writhed like a snake. Quit moving, damn you! Enehy thought. Suddenly as if in sheer defiance, the maze... shifted, moved, and Enehy ran smack into a wall that was not there second before.

      It then happened all too fast. Thud... thud... thud. They were wing beats, wing beats of a huge grey monster, with an even more terrifying black robed monster astride it's back. Enehy rolled into a ball only to feel the flying monsters claws tear into her back. "Finally! You are mine you little bitch! YOU ARE MINE ENEHY!"

      Enehy awoke screaming into the cold, dim dawn of a new day.
      I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!

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      This is a poem I had to write for an english class in high school. I have tweaked it a bit and revised it a lot more, and here it is.

      Where I am From

      I am from the dust of a dirt road,
      the smell of hay, woodsmoke and home,
      and from the scars on the walnut tree.
      I am from the big sunflowers,
      the lillies and the windflowers,
      my care so deep down in their roots.
      I am from the whickering horses,
      the feel of their coarse tangled manes,
      and their musty untamed smell.
      I am from the numerous scrub oaks,
      whose leaves and dappled shade hold my heart.
      I am from potted gravel roads,
      so rough and dusty yet so me.
      I am from all of these simple things,
      like the hearts of friedns and family,
      they're so close I won't let them go,
      because they are apart of me.
      I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!

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