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untitled
Contributed by
frmpoison2static
on
Saturday, 29th July 2006 @ 01:46:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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cast away with some aweful disease.
lines are crooked and my hands they tremble.
i could blame it on them, but it manifested in my soul.
sulking idlely all alone in my room.
in a dreary state as the sun turns into moon.
in gods hands i place this up to you.
for the skills i lack and the direction seems lost.
bring me peace, bring me comfort and safety.
i no longer want to be inept, i want to understand.
i want to be free, free like a bird.
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Re: untitled
(User Rating: 1 ) by dougnut on
Sunday, 30th July 2006 @ 04:53:32 PM AEST (User
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I can empathise with your situation been there.myself.
Great emotion you express so well
Great write . well done.
You have skills , shows in your writing.
You can be free,
use the skills you have by writing what you see The Positive stuff Take off the blinkers and look around. at mother nature. write about that.
TOUGH TIMES NEVER LAST BUT TOUGH PEOPLE DO.
Positive thoughts and prayers.
Hugs from Doug. |
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