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I am not a good poet, but I find it a good way of expressing feelings. A good way to show what's in the heart and for sharing ones life. Sometimes it's hard to know if what people write is from them and their lives or just imagination. I try and write about both, although I wish I could write comedy.
I don't know anything about poetry, so when I comment on others it will be about the content not how its been done, flow is all I know. But I love poetry that tells me something.
Since joining I have become more disabled with osteo authritus which covers all of my body. I am now confined to a wheelchair and have a motorized disabled cart for journeys, which I call Betsey, together we can get out and about on our own. I can only supervise the goings on of my household. But life goes on, and so does mine. I love writing poetry and have found some wonderful people on this site who have helped me take my mind off my pain and given me challenges to do with my writing, even they don't know themselves. So thank you all, and you know who you are, so thank you.

I really appreciate people commenting on my work, but please don't swear when doing so, as I find this very offensive even when mildly done.Thank you.


This is a poem written by my son.

There are things written down in my life
like the strife, and the knife cuts me deeper each day
There are things in the air like the scent
of your hair - try to catch but it all fades away.

Trouble each day being moulded in clay,
is it keeping me safe or subdued?
But I long to climb out to the rooftops and shout
that the love in the air comes from you.

Would you hear? Would you care? Does it matter?
It's there. And I can't be alone in what I see.
The love from above, does it soar like a dove?
Is it harder to catch than the breeze?

Tell me where do you keep all your feelings so deep?
In your sleep, do they just dissappear?
If you just need to talk, to your door I will walk
to your words I will lend you an ear.

Tell me how do you feel about life? Is it real?
Does the knife cut you deeper each day?
What is moulded in clay hits you harder than rain,
from your pain I cannot turn away.

The words that you bled hit me harder than lead;
I wasn't ready, didn't know how to act.
One thoughtless word escaped my mouth undeterred,
From the air I tried to catch it but I couldn't take it back.

There are things in the past that I wish not to last
in your mind - I was blind, now I see.
Mistakes irrepairable, guilt is unbearable,
Shamed by your wisdom. But free.

Written by Benjamin.
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My Friends on this site are,
Zonia, always there to talk to and makes me smile.
Delicate Bella Lily, apart but always in my heart.
Killerinside, another to make me smile.
Enigma tic, a mystery still to unravel.
terrytheterrific, one I would love to sign with.
Ascoltator, always good for a good natter.
and many more in my favourites.
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  • Last seen on Apr 18 5:05 AM 2007. Member since February 14, 2005.
  • I'm a pyrite eye poet for 1,017 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "Don".
  • I am a 43 year old girl
  • When I'm not writing, I'm a mother, wife, teacher, nurse, captain of the kitchen, and maid in charge..
  • I have 1,017 comments, 73 poems, 2 stories

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My Stories

  • Chapter tw, 12 Grimewalled House.

    Elly had enough of her brother and came storming from his room, stamping her foot and saying a few words that she had overheard the servants saying. She stopped and to her
    1050 lines, 4 comments, September 5, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy
  • 12 Grimewalled House.
    Elsie had walked this path all her life, and she loved it, on her right and left were the few remaining Victorian houses left in the city, with their well worn steps leading to
    913 lines, 3 comments, August 24, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy

Guest Book

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  • terrytheterrifyc on October 8, 2005
    Ronnie gf! I am truly honored that I am listed as your friend... I, too, would so love to sign with you! You are a very special woman, with a heart full of kindness, love, and honesty.
  • Quill on October 6, 2005
    not his sister , but a resident ghost in his families house.
  • AzureBlue on October 6, 2005
    Thank you for your kind comments on my poem!

    Lorena
  • Quill on September 10, 2005
    bye for now.

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