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melody-buttonsmum
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I'm quirky,Pragmatic, / Serious, Attentive. Distant. Detached.Sentimental My Heart guides me..My Head makes sure I think about it first :) / / I'm A serious Star Trek fan & Sci-Fi Buff :) / / My Kitty's Are The Loves of my Life.. / / Saving the life of one cat doesn't make a lot of difference in the scheme of things. But to that one cat, it makes a world of difference.' / / / If you want to be a flower, / Be one that faces the Sun. / / If a bird inspires you, / By all means be a White Dove. / / If you want to be a rock, / Then try to be a Precious Stone. / / But if you want to be a real humanbeing, / Then you must become a Revolutionary. / / / I love anything unexplained- / I belive that some things are never explained, and if your smart, then you know that, but there is just something in some of us, that still searches for the answers. / / Its good to have an end to journey towards, but in the end, its the journey that mattered.
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Once there was a little girl,here in this space. I can't remember when, the time or the place. Then the demons wandered through the woods which were her world, cast slowly in to darkness,and the truth, turned to a pearl. For many years she battled,proficient to the last.But fighting only shadows,was the magic they had cast. So she conjured up companions to help her win the war,now she had so many sides,it's easier to score. One by one those demons, she placed in to a box and buried them deep in the woods, and threw away the past. The shadows still inside her mind,they fed upon the pain, ..."Now my little pretty, you will never be the same". She let the many sides she had, take turns at playing house, each one more hollow than the next, empty and without. She became the caretaker, the keeper of the keys. Guarding over loneliness, a pearl, and disbelief. Then the many different sides, could non of them agree.Who was the greatest qualified, to play the part of me. Every time they argued, someone had to lose. Each one giving up the ghost, & each afraid to choose. Soon it was so empty, that she had to leave the woods,again to fight the shadows, through the bad times and the good. The bad times came in thick and fast,without a time for peace. & Whilst she played with "life's unfairs" back did those shadows creep. Way, way back into the woods, a box they searched there for.To again release those demons, now more power full than before. The demons are more cautious now,they hide inside her dreams,and slowly drive her from her mind, with tortured memories. Then at the very moment that her spirit drew last breath, a hazy glimmer caught her eye, and she couldn't yet forget. Even though still weary,in anguish from her pain,her sward arose high in the air, her innocence to claim. A raging battle had begun,the prize a simple pearl. But that more precious than her life, to just a little girl.Then, as she looked from out my eyes, a vision did she see.A stranger talked of promises, of trust and guaranties. She even heard him call her name, in the middle of a fight,and more and more, would see that with his presence came a light. This light, it was much brighter, than any she had seen. It chased away the demons, and it made the shadows scream. He asked her for an offering, their partnership to seal,she gave the only thing she had, of which she knew was real. Then, after many moments, when that little girl had grown,he gave to her a present,wrapped in words of not alone.She slowly looked beneath the words, and in surprise she saw, a shiny polished tiny pearl, now more precious than before.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
melody-buttonsmum
An ode to my lighthouse
Once there was a little girl,here in this space. I can't remember when, the time or the place. Then the demons wandered through the woods which were her world, cast slowly in to darkness,and the truth, turned to a pearl. For many years she battled,proficient to the last.But fighting only shadows,was the magic they had cast. So she conjured up companions to help her win the war,now she had so many sides,it's easier to score. One by one those demons, she placed in to a box and buried them deep in the woods, and threw away the past. The shadows still inside her mind,they fed upon the pain, ..."Now my little pretty, you will never be the same". She let the many sides she had, take turns at playing house, each one more hollow than the next, empty and without. She became the caretaker, the keeper of the keys. Guarding over loneliness, a pearl, and disbelief. Then the many different sides, could non of them agree.Who was the greatest qualified, to play the part of me. Every time they argued, someone had to lose. Each one giving up the ghost, & each afraid to choose. Soon it was so empty, that she had to leave the woods,again to fight the shadows, through the bad times and the good. The bad times came in thick and fast,without a time for peace. & Whilst she played with "life's unfairs" back did those shadows creep. Way, way back into the woods, a box they searched there for.To again release those demons, now more power full than before. The demons are more cautious now,they hide inside her dreams,and slowly drive her from her mind, with tortured memories. Then at the very moment that her spirit drew last breath, a hazy glimmer caught her eye, and she couldn't yet forget. Even though still weary,in anguish from her pain,her sward arose high in the air, her innocence to claim. A raging battle had begun,the prize a simple pearl. But that more precious than her life, to just a little girl.Then, as she looked from out my eyes, a vision did she see.A stranger talked of promises, of trust and guaranties. She even heard him call her name, in the middle of a fight,and more and more, would see that with his presence came a light. This light, it was much brighter, than any she had seen. It chased away the demons, and it made the shadows scream. He asked her for an offering, their partnership to seal,she gave the only thing she had, of which she knew was real. Then, after many moments, when that little girl had grown,he gave to her a present,wrapped in words of not alone.She slowly looked beneath the words, and in surprise she saw, a shiny polished tiny pearl, now more precious than before.
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