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With the stench of her jealous breath
she tried to blow the very essence
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A crucial message wears the mask of restlessness and melancholy;
a convincing disguise to those
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Still struggling to carve a fresh path;
to rewrite the script of deeply grooved and tumultuous scribbles;
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What would I ask if I could spend just one more precious day with you?
Were you frightened when told you had breast cancer,
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My Grandfather always said, " I refuse to take a bath because I will just be soaking in my own gravy."
by Nicada
0 lines, 14 comments,
on Dec 31 7:12 PM 2008. In Contest
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It was just another night of fun at the bars
for my sister and her friends.
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All of my pals look similar to me
but they sure can act quite strange.
by Nicada
18 lines, 21 comments,
on Dec 1 5:32 PM 2008. In Contest
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My day started off a mess
and feeling quite sorry for myself
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A seemingly perfect picture
belies pain and chaos
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It is in these simplest moments
when fond memories
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From deep self reflection
comes forth ones own truth
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When you feel depleted
and discouraged
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Naked trees, stripped of color and protection
Open their arms to welcome the white heaviness of snow
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Little man Loghan is turning three.
Once the baby, depending solely on mommy.
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It is my hope that one day you will be able to cry
for that innocent little boy who dwells inside of you.
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Listen! Can you sense that impalpable
yet authentic, invisible presence?
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As we sat with our two young sons, eating at Mcdonald's, the eldest, who was seven years old, went to use the bathroom.
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She is a beacon of light and strength to all who know her.
Ninety-nine years old, and today she lies dying.
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Venomous words spew forth
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This thorny rosebush-like world
reminds of a shadow side
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Pure, sweet floating serenity
atop shimmering, mirrored waters,
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Angels align all around and
beautiful beams begin to bless;
by Nicada
31 lines, 21 comments,
on Sep 15 9:29 PM 2008. In Contest
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Dear child unknown to me,
I weep with weariness for what you see.
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Waves of change come crashing in,
constantly reshaping the shoreline of our lives,
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by Nicada
28 lines, 22 comments,
on Sep 6 9:00 PM 2008
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Through the majestic trees,
the light delivers a truth,
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A prisoner of gloom,she sees hopelessness everywhere
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Child’s cries haunt the air
One more victim left unheard
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chained to an anger that festers
like a low-grade fever
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Before I achieved enlightenment,
life was filled with past regrets
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She always knew she wanted to be different;different from their shallowness,
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From behind the walls of ignorance,
cowers an apathetic fool.
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Today I placed my hand upon your page
to sense the hurt you feel.
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