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Life as a Canvas
Contributed by
twinkletoes
on
Thursday, 4th March 2004 @ 02:21:10 AM in AEST
Topic:
insomniac
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The world has been a specimen
for all my life’s years.
The joys and sorrows, tragedies
victories and the tears.
I have been a witness,
a voyeur of life’s milestones,
while knowing I am distinctive
never laying bare my bones.
And contemplating why
while I look up to the sky,
*feeling* the textures in my eyes
smelling the flowers is not enough.
Feeling them and looking past
is what others see as a task.
To tell others what I see
is that what I am to be?
Am I here to do this
what if I should miss?
The very thing I am here to tell
one day when my eyes are blind,
by clouds who always haunt
that grimly fly and taunt.
The questions on my lips
feelings through my fingertips
Have been there in my mind
my earliest memories I can find.
Why my God, why?
To conform, I did try,
my friends are not of me
of them I am not to be.
To find ones self today
when all the years I have played,
is frightening in one word
and joyous, it sounds absurd.
What is me? Where is me?
The Lord has been tried
sin has not been denied, growth a simple answer.
And the pain has been a cancer.
To be true to others is the easy road
Truth to ones-self is difficult to sow
The list of questions left unanswered
is getting smaller as I travel,
but I have made my self -built walls
these are the things that will make me fall.
As a poet I must tell of me
and I must tell of thee.
The truth is sometimes hard
must not be missed, unbarred.
Each and every piece of life
is added to my canvas,
a canvas that is on display
for the world to look at and outlay.
I look at you in your eyes
and I lie if I deny,
that I look at your soul
through those open doors,
and the questions that I troll
lead me to your secrets that layed
in your heart for years
that hide bitter and buried so deep
you never, ever wanting to keep.
But shock this poet knows
that the darkness you make
holds a treasure trove,
deep in this murk of lies
That is you, and I.
Is that what scares you,
my gift of seeing through
the darkness to the secret you?
Be not worried it is but us
that my journey is you and thus
I see them as strength and treasure
those parts you hide, they make your measure!
You, a rich and noble friend
from your soul the riches I have lifted,
and each and every person is gifted
by their canvas that they keep
unknowing and hidden deep,
I have placed my small mark on,
And happily do belong to my reader, my listener, my friend,
I am with you to your end.
Me, the poet reluctant
whose life is there although grim
At its end
you will read and grin.
Copyright ©
twinkletoes
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Re: Life as a Canvas
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by Kyle on
Thursday, 4th March 2004 @ 03:29:44 AM AEST
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| Great Poem....I really enjoyed it |
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Re: Life as a Canvas
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by Avarice_Riot on
Thursday, 4th March 2004 @ 08:36:47 AM AEST
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| Wow...definitely one of the better poems I have come across on this site. Your emotions and feeling bleed through very vividly. Nice job. |
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Re: Life as a Canvas
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by Rakerman1999 on
Thursday, 4th March 2004 @ 09:32:41 AM AEST
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Not an easy thing to lay ones heart on a page for all to see.....you did it eloquently here.
Very well done
( just for that you may borrow the dress but I broke a heal on the pumps so you'll have to manage without them) ;o)
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Re: Life as a Canvas
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by ladyfawn on
Thursday, 4th March 2004 @ 01:47:30 PM AEST
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what a beautiful heartfelt honest true write, touches and moves me, powerful ending, and i love this,"Me, the poet reluctant"... keep writing twinkles* hugs n' love nessa
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Re: Life as a Canvas
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by PumpkinPie on
Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 12:25:03 AM AEST
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Wow twinklestoes,I'm glad I took the time to read this piece !"To be true to others is the easy road
Truth to ones-self is difficult to sow"
How so very true---After reading your poetry,I really do think you have enormous talent that just fortifies itself with every write.Keep writing,I will be looking forward to reading more from you,
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