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mary-pritchard
Category: Writing and Poetry Sometimes I wish I understood Why things go the way they do Sometimes I wish I understood Why the sky is not always blue Sometimes it gray Sometimes it rains alot And the sun fades And the wind blows Then my eyes close And I see Nothing Nothing but emptiness From within And I close my eyes again And dream Of soft spring days That never end And crisp bright floweres That never fade That never wilt That never shed their leaves And sweet April days That always stay The rain that comes Sometimes in May To sweep the flowers away From one single tear To many that flow Down to the bottoms Of storybook houses And the lives of the characters Their names so many Their lives like mine So fair away
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Dec 28, 2009
Dec 28, 2009 at 3:45 PM UTC
Storybook characters
Oh how the bitter chill arose from the night Briskly it clings to my chest Tight, my lungs fill with bitterness Music that comes with the darkness From the night owl that sings besides my window Reminding of how cold the hour That flies with the ever present issue How I'd love to hear with clearity The willows that lie with in the bank Floods the memory of you Like the outer lakes the river that flows With the kiss of reason Rushing through the waters of life Making since of folly Making fools of us all Gide my feet from falling And slipping on this soggy ground The muddy mire sloshes between my toes As I walk on Past the fellows that came to fish The beauty of the day brake Seeps through the mountain peeks Each drop of sun light warms my face Shines on this face so weathered The lines of the passing years line my brow And into my heart Oh, how I love to feel the fresh air The calm of the wind passing As if to say hello The birds sing their morning tune And I feel true to life again But somewhere in the midst of wonder Lies layers of question With the passing moments That can never be replaced Slowly reality crashes into dream The measure of timelessness And the reality of the undiscovered Lie within the reach of the person who is willing And the people who are ready To leave their doubt behind And press on into the night
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Dec 28, 2009
Dec 28, 2009 at 3:39 PM UTC
Night to life
Closing my eyes Nothing to see Covered my head Nothing to hear Silence speaks Loudly in my ears Of days gone by Happy faces Faces of those I love Friends and family With me here and up above Deep consuming pain With in my chest Swelling, rising out Crashing with each tear Loosing control With every breath And gasp of air weeping, hurting
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Dec 28, 2009
Dec 28, 2009 at 3:31 PM UTC
reflexshions
Once things seemed so easy, so clear. Simple were the words we spoke Beauty in the eyes that looked Through the window of my mind Through the shadows, into light Soft yellows, warming my face Looking out the window Into the street Past the empty branches To the road below That tells so many stories Of the ones who know The ones that laugh The ones who cry The ones who wounder The ones who lye Below the tree Above the city On a mountain side
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Dec 28, 2009
Dec 28, 2009 at 3:29 PM UTC
Passing us by