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 Feb 2015 Michael K Thompson
Lia
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 Feb 2015 Michael K Thompson
Lia
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with a kiss i could absorb your soul
& with a touch you could heal me
your breaking my heart
and I don't know how
to put it back together
... and then one day
                   you came along
with your handsome self
               eyes that tell your story
           boyish attitude
enduring smile
and
playful ways
opening my eyes to the world again
stealing my saddened heart
                                to give it life
and then suddenly
everything I had questioned
                      made sense

<3
Pulling away
doesn't always
involve movement.
Every heart is different
when it comes to a love thats true
For some, the key is friendship,
that keeps it feeling new

Others need a fire,
that burns through the morning light
keeping things exciting
a love that has some fight

It took some time to realize
I couldn't settle for one of two
so my heart sat back and waited
until it found its home with you
<3
~~~


a drop of rain upon a leaf
our lives flow slowly down

so amaphorous and brief
we make our way to ground

as we hang on to the end
of the blade we've found

we cannot on this place depend
so slip off without a sound

~~~

the blade of grass we clung to
hears the soft refrain

of the drip, it's music
it's leaf could not sustain

but it can't feel sorry
for the soil needs the rain.


soulsurvivor
(c) january 23, 2015
Thanks to Pradip who
provided the inspiration
of water on a leaf.

Sorry I haven't been able to read
as much as I would like to.
My smartphone
is still being very slow.
There's
     a
        FIRE
            in
                my
                     SOUL
                 burning
              me
          ALIVE
       from
   the
INSIDE
    out.
        No
            WATER
                or
                    wind
                 CAN
             control
         it.
For the element challenge...
I do have a passion to write
Even though I'm not always so bright

I write from the heart
That's where I start

I may be no good
You may say I'm no poet
That's ok, I already know it

I found something I love
and I don't want to stop
Writing is my lover
I write till I'm shot

And then I'll pick up the pen
And start writing all over again

So if my writing bores you
I will not apologize
This is saving my life
What a wonderful surprise
You were broken when you were five,
It's no wonder you were struggling to survive,
When your only support is a crutch of self-doubt,
How can anyone expect you to figure yourself out?


You lack the tools to fix yourself,
So you tend to turn to someone else,
To hold and guide you,
Always coming to your aid,
You forget the loneliness you felt when you were eight.


But using people as crutches is naïve,
Because eventually they get tired and leave,
And now you're ten, but left again,
Struggling to figure out how to fit in.


People come and go,
But you become wiser and grow,
Soon you're sixteen and have loyal friends,
And you realize there's no point in trying to "fit in".


The years fly and you turn eighteen,
And realize time has floated by like a dream,
You've learned to be your own crutch,
And that you used to overthink too much.

But life has taught you a lesson,
That you cannot use people as your medicine.

-a.r
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