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Contributed by
MeleciaG
on
Thursday, 9th April 2015 @ 07:17:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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We make tears dry.
Why slumber in solitude to slip away?
Tell my tales hard as pavements
where my feet bled blue.
I bet this made sense to you.
You get me,
you got me.
You try
You are my open window to climb through.
It is this heavy coldness like
those runaways, those strays, returning then reverting.
But your blanket is warm.
I lay,
I rest
I try
Not hard enough…if only
we were alone instead we're just lonely.
Life is no intruder so don’t pull the trigger.
Repeat the sun rise and if it dawns...
we know
we
try
Copyright ©
MeleciaG
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2015-04-09 19:17:39]
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Re: Try
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by blossomwriter on
Thursday, 9th April 2015 @ 09:48:45 PM AEST
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| This was absolutely amazing, I embody your words as I read them because they are that strong and skilled with emotional power and expression. That to say the least is good poetry. |
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Re: Try
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by irisblue on
Thursday, 9th April 2015 @ 10:22:51 PM AEST
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| I love this . very up lifting! |
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Re: Try
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by xHeathenx on
Saturday, 11th April 2015 @ 03:01:33 AM AEST
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| We try indeed, as that's the least we can do. If we don't we aren't living. Nice write. Music is a great inspiration, I can definitely say I have the same sometimes. :) |
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Re: Try
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 12th April 2015 @ 02:26:48 AM AEST
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we try too hard
sometimes the tears
is all we get to show
someone
what it means to
be
just all you can
and that's alright
sometimes
that's alright
there needs to be
music is sweet keeps
us close when all there is
seems to be so far off
it soothes a weary mind
but you need to know
a good sound system
or some peoples who ain't afraid
to sing
this poem is cool and now I'm listening to Van
Morrison
and the horn section is blowing my mind away
Peace! |
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