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Words

Storms: peace.
Love: hate.
Bitterness, bittersweet.

Torn;
peices b r o k e n.
(healed)

Forgiven - loved,
Living - free.

Author notes

I'm not quite sure what this is. It was totally random. The words came first, and then I added punctuation. I could've given it several sifferent feels by making a different layout or changing the punctuation. For instance, imagine if I had've written this:

Torn peices.
Broken; healed?

Totally different. By themselves, the words mean nothing, but they way it's punctuated is what gives it's meaning. Here's to the power of a comma!

Steve
Written December 10th, 2005

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  • littleoneof-God
    April 24, 2006
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    Nice

    I love this poem. It seems to speak some unconscience meaning to me. I always enjoy your input in the Biblical and Christian talks.


  • Krista Beth
    December 10, 2005
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    well done

    I still think that you think too much when it comes to writing poetry. Oh well, you are you & I am me, and that's what makes us special.
    I'm so glad that you are back on here. This is a wonderful write, and I love it.
    Krista