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 Nov 2010 Nicole
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
 Nov 2010 Nicole
Thomas Thurman
They say my future follows on your past,
Commanded not to love you by the wise:
They say he never truly lives who lies
A captive still, and by your charms held fast:
Your warmth was torn by chilly morning air,
through daytime heat your image in my eye
would ever grow, would wane, would never die,
and with the night, you’d once again be there.
You took my life, and took away my breath;
You took my world, and left your words untrue.
No dreams are left I haven’t left with you,
And still you keep reminding me of death.
I’ve abdicated kingdoms for your sake:
And yet, and yet… I wish myself awake.
Falling deep into that pit
That swallows you up
Leaving you in the dark
Feeling alone and cold

Afraid to try and escape
Afraid to try and dig
Feeling nothing is out there
Only the flames in the sky

You eventually try to escape
But each side that you attempt
Caves in and you fall back again
Deeper down in the depths  of sorrow

Then someone lends you a hand
Do you take it?...do you dare to trust?
You try but they let go and you fall
Screaming into the depression

You think you will suffer down here
Ready to give up on what used to be
Foolishly you believe there is no one
So you feel you are forever trapped

Suddenly a thousand hands are there
The words of wisdom lighting up the dark
The reality of true people that really care
You never listened, but you listen now

And slowly...you...are pulled...up to safety
To the smiles of those who looked for you
Who found you with their words of reality
They rescued you from out of that pit
copyright Chris Smith 2010 November 1st

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