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Pink TreesI’ve walked a long and weary road; A road without an end. And when this road turns left or right, I’ll dance around the bend.Pink Trees
But to my left and to my right, Ride many vessels tall. These ships they are of pink and white, Along the running sprawl.
This thing name ship not half so tall, And neither rides the waves. ‘Cept those of gentle breath and breeze— She’ll neither sink nor cave.
But in the Summer and the sun, And even into Fall, When Springtime rain has come and gone, These buds begin to fall.
Warm in the wake of su
by ~Telc
Why Must I Love You?The irony of it all is almost too much to bear. Please, I don’t want to be caught in love’s tricky snare. My insides are twisting, at just the thought of you, And I don’t know what I have to do.Why Must I Love You?
I want to be free of the sadness of it all, It’s river deep and mountain tall. I cannot stand one more day with this burden, Let my soul wander free across horizons broaden.
Don’t make me continue walking this unforgiving path, Unable to turn left or right and escape my demon’s wrath. You don’t know what you do to me, do you? How could you, so blissfully unaware? I wish it
by ~Telc
Mistress of PainLay down your sweet head on downy cloud. Feel the rush of breath, malcontent zephyr. Stagnant in the silent darkness, you’re courting pain, And I know it. Morning will yet come, And Light to light the candle of your suffering. What is it you see, child of mine, when you close your eyes? What do you feel, with the eyes that hurt to see? Darkness, your blanket; silence, your best friend. All you need is a salve, for the wound unhealing. I would provide, if I but knew how, Yet where shall one find cure for the wound unhealing? Come, come to me, Mistress of Pain, And allow meMistress of Pain
by ~Telc
Poor Man's LampThe bright of lamps does each night glow, And light a poor man’s way to go, Into the night so quietly, Embraced this night by starlit show.Poor Man's Lamp
Beneath the silent canopy, Of plush and gilded ivory, The poor man lies where two roads crossed, And hums a quiet melody.
This man I know and he is lost, Brought down by white November frost. But through all this he gives up not, Though wonders what some bread would cost.
So when he tires of his lot, He’ll pack a bag and give some thought, To paths that are so peril-fraught, But to return he’d ra
by ~Telc
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The Gift.by *kerembeyit
BeautifulLook at me Beautiful And tell me how you feel I know it hurts I know it tears you up inside To be unwantedBeautiful
And tossed aside So many questions So many emotions Running through you Beautiful
With every step you take Your smile grows bigger Until you miss a step And you fall You fall and everything shatters again But Beautiful Listen to me when I say You've got to look An watch your path ahead Any wrong move Might make you fall again
Look at me Beautiful And show me how you've grown Have the tears sto
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- Current Residence: Chilliwack, BC
- Interests: Sports, reading, music, writing.
- Favourite movie: The Terminal
- Favourite band or musician: Linkin Park, Creed, Savage Garden
- Favourite genre of music: Of the rock or alternativee persuation
- Favourite poet or writer: J.R.R. Tolkien
- Favourite photographer: Thomas
- Favourite style of art: Not anime?
- Operating System: Windows XP
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo 64 all the way!
- Favourite cartoon character: Garfield
- Personal Quote: "Life's not fair; get over it"
- Tools of the Trade: My mind
- Email: jlistoen@hotmail.com
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