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Friendly soot – once the blood of chimneys only - now pumps and chokes roots and branches
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bring unto me those crystaline jewells
that fall from the emerald wells of your soul
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There is divine healing every
Gift from the highest essence
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The words started to come
The voices started to scream
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bleeding heart...soon you shall mend
all things heal with the passing time
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Warning- this poem contains raw emotion, a lot of similes, and a lot of real pain.You've been warned.
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EVerytime I left you, I was afraid--
Afraid you wouldn't keep the fact that I care,
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I touch with fingers, palms and thumbs
Finding an intuition feel.
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'Sorry won't work
You had me by a
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If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.
-Claudia Ghandi
by bittertears
83 lines, 7 comments,
on Apr 30 8:41 PM. In Abuse, Dark, Life, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts, Hope, Flowers, Healing
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Throw down the shields, throw up the words
The worse is over, while the crows flock
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Into the distance, the way that we do,
But not the same distance, the me and the you;
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A lacuna wounded my heart
A gap left unsewn
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Having lain in dreams of crimson blood,
with drums broken from continual screams,
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this is more like a declatration...im taking my power back. (i turned this into a song and preformed it at a gig.)
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Instead of becoming bitter
From everything that has transpired
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I have to stop asking why.It won't bring you back or you back or you back.I need peace and acceptance.I need the world to turn again.No more standing still.I have to pick my heart up out of the pit of my stomach,and start put
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I'm sorry that I lost you.
I'm sorry that you are gone.
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Neither Christian Dior, nor Givenchy,
can define the self, when the I slip away
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Silently, they try to slip out, as I sit here in the quiet,
pushing themselves to the surface, from depths that are so private.
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