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My heart bleeds, and You look innocently at my pain. My arms and soul are numb , and you wonder why I wont hold you to me.
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A carpenter and architect of words,
he awaits the moment of inspiration
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This was written to HONOR all the people who have touched my heart in more ways than one( and you know who you are). You are all ANGELS to
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I PLACED THE PROMPT IN MY AN : SEE BELOW
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I chose the Peaceful Dove picture because it reminds me of Spirits love that makes eveything feel beautiful. Pictured provided by PhotoBuck
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Although I have watched many videos concerning thses sort of things, it never fails to make me sad and angry at the same time. I pray that
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This is a True account of what happened that fateful day.
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In the darkness
fireflies are star twinkles
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Here lies Hellious Helen,
drowned when she fell in.
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Her magic emerges in dreams
as memories of her lover
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#2, 3, 6, 7,8 and 9..ASTRAL PROJECTION AND SOUL TRANSITIONING.
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To be a warrior is not a simple matter
of wishing to be one.
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The Mother that once was mine,
is now gone and I cannot find,
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The body of one yet the essence of two joined by Spirit and Love.
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Prompt Picture provided from Photobucket by Desire.
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2. I have no idea how those Easter candy wrappers got under the covers on my side of the bed.
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I saw the hummingbird picture and went with my instincts. Creating a moment in time of motionless.
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The essence of love
is not in the giving and taking,
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I have always known what it was like to wait,
your love swayed me into a bed of wickedness,
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This old thing on my bed
has been around many years.
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The following statements don't apply
to all Texans I must admit.
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A miracle happened today,
for a little boy left in the dark.
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MARRIAGE
Marriage is dreaming dreams together,
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You looked me in the eye
and told me you would never lie.
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IN HONOR OF ALL COWBOYS..BIG OR SMALL, WHETHER REAL OR HOPING TO BE ONE..OVER ALL THE WORLD. (Based on Willie Nelson's song; "My Heros have
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A friend sent me an email that inspired me to write this poem.
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From the age of four years, I walked with the dead.
My mother thought it was imaginary friends instead.
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An imaginary look at ourselves,
when the lies and deceit
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Found this photo on a fantasy website ....by azurelipfree.
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