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The Curls of Wings
All the moments are gathered
for a second's sigh;
for just a glimpse of something:
Anything to give reason
to the emotions tangled within,
and it's never enough, never enough,
I need a minute or maybe longer;
beautiful/painful time.
Memory-that stranger in a smile,
it calls the syllables of birth,
floating in a name: decision,
where is the peace now?
The curls of wings flutter,
slip away from here,
from the wide-open spaces
to the tight-packed fear,
and somehow the dreams
of silence will whisper
songs of love across
the light that ripples dear.
Everywhere is left cold- waiting
on the turn of a broken heart,
there are demons and angels flowing
through the screams which shiver;
transfixed, the rain just keeps pounding
against the rivers surfing lies
that rip the skin's breath
into madness; the moon's sweet glow,
and the wonder of sorrow, oh
the fantastic scenes behind lashes;
capturing the visions of yesterday.
The curls of wings flutter,
slip away from here,
from the wide-open spaces
to the tight-packed fear,
and somehow the dreams
of silence will whisper
songs of love across
the light that ripples dear
Ian Sawicki
http://allpoetry.com/ian%20sawicki
(Excerpt from)
Reflection of Me
with no more to give and no one to please,
I notice a mirror, one shattered no less,
A soul now distorted, among broken glass
A faded reflection stares back at me,
and I try to envision just who this could be,
She is all that I need, yet all I abuse,
She is all I neglect and all I refuse
Yet as I look a little closer,
I can see she has my eyes,
And through my cloud of teardrops,
It is she that I despise
She is someone that I cannot find anymore,
She is weeping and crying; alone on the floor
She is weak and pathetic, a disgrace, a disgust,
She is someone that I can just never trust
She is not the same person, she has no more smile,
She has no ambition, she's been gone for awhile
She is not anyone; she is nothing to me,
This girl is pathetic, yet this girl is me
Angelindiskyz
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Angel
Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance;
for a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
to feel not good enough,
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction;
oh beautiful release
Memories seep through my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless then maybe,
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
In the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
So tired of this straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting;
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference;
escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
in this sweet madness; oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
In the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
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My AP "family" has now grown to four very
gifted young poets; they are:
the beautiful and gifted
nobodysees
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lithium
http://allpoetry.com/lithium
LionessK
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Krista Beth
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Please make this "mom" very happy,
and go by and check out their work!
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
"Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
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Vickie J on October 30How wonderful it was to hear from you!!!! It's not often that I get on here-just every once in a while to make sure I keep my account opened. I think of you, too. Can you believe we actually got to meet? I still think that is incredible how all that worked out before you moved. Are things going well for you guys? You'll have to catch me up to par on what's going on with you. School will be through in Dec for me and then I finally get to be back to normal (whatever that is) and be a better friend to the special people in my life, like you. Blessings to you! And thank you for stopping by and commenting~love you!!!!
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queenie on September 6thanks for the reads and as usual the encouraging words. you are such a sweetheart. i still need you to write something, paula. i know you have it in you. release my dear, release.
