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When I Was No Longer Forbidden



I faltered under
the weight of greediness
or false-fed hope
  an urge
to find something strong
and true
  a realness under
cotton sheets--


or it was something familiar
a reoccuring dream
   and then
like an awakening,
I found realization

that-
turned princes to ghosts


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  • Daizee silver member
    October 23

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    Gawd I hate reality sometimes . Why can't princes just be princes for once


  • Cup-a-Joe
    September 20

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    Oh wow. Katie, you have penned a work of art. The ending a slap of awakness.
    Love this.

    Joe


  • Dalaney gold member
    September 19

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    good morning! You read my poem at bed time and I am reading your poem with my first cup of morning coffee

    I have always been an "ending" kind of person...the beginning of a poem, of course, has to grab the reader immediately or at least, lure the reader in like a lover smiling and whispering, "shhhhhh"...this one did just that, but it's the ending, Catie, that made me sit my cup of java down and think, "whooooa!" I love it! Princes into ghosts...oh, God, how true this is, my friend.

    L


    • Catie Sheeran gold member
      September 23
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      Thank you Lane, I haven't been around much lately. Ive been sick and I think I am going through a rough depression. Today, I am trying to get help. and I keep reading this last poem and it is so true. I wish I was niave sometimes. I miss princes.

      Thank you again, Lane


  • kiwigirljacks gold member
    September 7

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    Princes often become ghosts *sigh*

  • Dalaney gold member
    August 31
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    Catie...you are a pure joy.
    that last line gave me goosebumps.

    L


  • Terry Collett
    August 30
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    Excellent..

    Good poem would be an understatement. Love this.

  • Rowan gold member
    August 26

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    I'm with Emmy, loved that last line...


  • Forgotten truth
    August 26

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    This have was well writing wording about it. It’s deep and a little hard to understand, and my best take should be when you realize something about your self, and see something you didn’t see before... Something you don’t like…


  • Emmyb gold member
    August 26

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    i like the last line a lot here. very creative piece and a little different to your usual style which was a great surprise. (not that i dont love your usual style - its just nice to see something new sometimes)

    love this
    Em


  • katelynmcdougall
    August 26

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    LOVE THIS!

    It was obvious what you were talking about, at least to me, but then the last line really sealed the deal!

    Thanks


  • Ken-Maverick
    August 26

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    Awesome snippet here buddy!!
    All the best to you.

    Ken


  • sweet arrival gold member
    August 26

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    i have that dream, too... for once, maybe just maybe, the ghosts could turn into princes. im only asking for one... and not even a prince
    like ive said before, you seem to write from some places where im at, except you write it so much better than i live it.

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