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my poetry...it's a little dark in there, bring a flashlight
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wMonday, April 28, 2003 |
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my mind wanders to a day when i did not have to wear yellow to remember your smile your laugh...
posted by
k at 7:58 AM
p0ke
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wFriday, January 10, 2003 |
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all numb.
how many days were lost to the memory of you?
love's lost ashes tossed to the winds, swept out to sea- a fathomless sea of my own creation. every teardrop a memory purged from the depths of my soul.
but, like the waves, memories return as quickly as they are forgotten. some, tumultuosly violent, some tiptoeing up softly to kiss your feet
utterly lonely am i in a prison of my own fashioning memories my only companion in the cold night air
why?
why.
-from petit angeli to a dear friend- you know who you are. thanks for the memories.
a note from the author: the people that parade across the stage of our live slowly begin to weave an intricate tapestry that, when stepping back, shows to be our lives. while we are close to that tapestry-in that moment if you will- the experience may seem horrible...life changing to the extent that we cannot understand how this could possibly help us. but that one thread that runs through the fabric, as ugly and as rough as it may seem at the time, can be what actually holds everything together. friendships work like that. not everyday will be all peaches and sunshine. i am glad. i could not live in that world. some days will be those that try our very existance. those days...days that we think we will never live through...are the days that make us strong. when the dust has settled, we can step back and see the tapestry for what it is... what will yours look like?
posted by
k at 4:13 AM
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wFriday, November 15, 2002 |
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*i hate it when i cannot write anything. poop on you, st00pidhead. my brain is all foggy. now i have to go teach. meh!*
posted by
k at 4:36 AM
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