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09-06-2011, 08:21 PM | #1 |
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The Heart of Me
I share my poetry on FetLife already. But really wanted to share it where there are other poets present. Since I already follow poets here, I figured it was time to share things of my own.
~Please note: These are my favorite pieces and sometimes come from dark places. Writing is therapy for me. As I am apt to say, "I do not write happy." I hope you enjoy...
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Disenchanted by Laney
disenchantment: (English) Singular Noun (plural noun-uncountable) 1.the act of disenchanting or the state of being disenchanted. 2. freeing from false belief or illusions You say I don’t exist Yet I lie here in your arms So how did I end up here Once I fell for your charms? All the times I wanted you So close and yet so far I could almost reach and touch you- Like grasping for a star. I listen to your heartbeat And feel the breath you take, I touch the warmth of your skin As I lie here and I break. But when you talk I hear you And tears fall down my face, When you say I that I’m not real That I don’t have a place. You gently kiss my lips And run your fingers through my hair So why did I feel these things When I’m not even there? To you, I don’t exist And yet you held me tight, As the moon left for the sun And morning replaced the night.
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Contradictions by Laney
For every moment in the sun, There is one spent in the rain. For every moment of pleasure You suffer one of pain. But the line blurs when you are here And time starts to stand still- And everything you give to me Is everything I feel. Good or bad does not exist In all the times we share. And happiness and sadness Are neither here nor there. My heart can sing in joy Or it can weep in sorrow But the subtle way you heal me Means that I will always follow.
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Tattered by Laney
~Tattered~
The edges of the photograph were tattered from the constant handling of the print. It was the only tangible souvenir I had of her, of us, although I had bittersweet memories in my mind. But the photograph was my favorite refuge. I wondered what she would think if she knew the amount of time I spent with her picture. If she could feel my fingers lightly tracing the smoothness of her skin, or the strong outline of her jaw, or the fullness of her soft lips, or the dark beauty of her hair. I wondered if she would think I was crazy because I wouldn't frame the print and preserve it; I had thought so myself. But to frame it would create a barrier to my longing touch, my imagined contact with her. A haunting reminder, her picture allowed me to kiss her every night before I went to bed. A simple familiarity that soothed me by allowing me to escape into a world where she was mine and I was hers. A nightly ritual performed without fail, comforting yet eternally new. I feared that time would eradicate her picture. The oils from my skin, the moisture from my lips and the constant contact were surely damaging. But I could never resist the lure of the tattered picture beside my bed. The only tangible souvenir of the most fulfilling love I had ever known. The delicate proof that a love, worthy of fairy tales, could exist. And it existed now, in the gentle touches and spellbinding caresses bestowed upon a tattered photograph, of the one who would always, even in absence, have my love.
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Tattered was inspired by "The Letter"
"The Letter" is NOT mine. But it is the inspiration for "Tattered."
Dearest J, Some times I feel there is a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times, seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. In the moon tonight, there's a circle around it-a sign of trouble not far behind. I had this dream of being whole-of not going to sleep each night wanting, but still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don't know. Maybe I have had my happiness. I want to believe it but, there is no man, J. Only that moon.
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"In the Moment"
"In the Moment" by Laney
In the moment that you loved me I found the hope I needed so And when you took me in your arms I prayed you'd never let me go A lifetime of doubt in myself Suddenly, I was free And I found that freedom In the moment that you loved me In the moment that you loved me I took a breath and dried my tears And when night fell upon me I had the strength to face my fears All of the times I felt alone Like a broken harmony But you helped me sing again In the moment that you loved me In the moment that you loved me I knew I would never cry again And in a simple band of gold I knew my future had began Struggling in the chains I wore Fighting to find the key And you helped my spirit fly In the moment that you loved me
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"After A While" by Veronica Shoffstall
"After A While" by Veronica Shoffstall
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning, and company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts, and present's aren’t promises. And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead... With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child. And you learn To build all your roads on today, Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much… So, you plant your own garden, and decorate your own soul... Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… you really are strong, you really do have worth. And you learn, and you learn… with every goodbye, You Learn…
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"She Sleeps" by Laney
"She Sleeps"
She sleeps and even then, she demands my surrender. She sleeps and yet I still feel the love radiate from within her. She sleeps and I move closer, because I know I am safe here. She sleeps and my world is peaceful-our world, where we belong. I can see my past, my present, my future; even while she sleeps.
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"Making A Wish, for Riley ~ 11/11/11, 11:11" by Laney
From a friend of mine...
I was lucky enough to know a wonderful woman in Canada, she is the real deal astrologer and reader of one's life. She has made her living doing this for many many years. I asked her what 11:11 means. She was very excited to tell me. In her words: "11:11 is a door, a bridge. Many people have seen this number in their lives when they are crossing into something. You will know when you are on the other side, because you will start to see other numbers, like 12:34 or 456, etc. This is a good thing and I believe the hard part of your life is over, and you are in for a nice life from now on." On 11/11/11, at exactly 11:11 a.m. I made a wish for you. I wished for you to find a path that challenges you but also helps you find peace and happiness on your journey. I also wished that, at the point you were ready, you would find love and fulfillment. I made that wish for you because I knew what you have been through, how you blamed yourself more times than you should have and how you has taken steps to improve your situation. I made that wish for you because I truly felt, that out of so many, you truly deserved to have a moment where things began to shift, and in your favor. I made that wish for you because I saw something in you-and what I saw, was everything you already were, what you possessed the potential to become and what you did not seem to see. I made that wish for you because I felt a connection to you that, even in friendship, was enough to make me take a moment, close my eyes and make a wish for you. And when I made that wish for you, it seemed to cycle back to encompass me and I discovered that everything I had wished for you... Came true for me too.
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