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Ok i just write poems not sure if there any good but oh well i like writing them
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Ok this one is a poem i wrote about my childhood friend who died from cancer
I remember.
I remember the friendship, which was formed between us so young,
I remember the vow we made, we would always be one,
I remember the fight we put against everyone, together we vowed we would break this world,
I remember not knowing what made you ill, or why everyone looked at you with pity in their eyes,
I remember the pale and cold clammy skin, as you said your goodbyes to all you knew,
I remember the coffin too small too tragic for one so young,
I remember not knowing what I had done,
I remember the feeling of guilt and dread, the feeling I could have saved you my friend,
I remember the vow we once made when we were young, too always protect each other no matter what come
I remember the emptiness I felt and how
I forgot you truly were gone,
I remember me going to call your name, to talk and to laugh like nothing had changed,
I remember the hate and the pain, you said we would be forever, you lied to me,
I remember the day I knew you had gone, when I fell and you did not catch my fall,
I remember the tears ran so free and so clear I knew you were gone, I felt my fear,
I remember the loneliness that followed me, I feared others would leave me as you had done,
I remember the day I accepted you were gone, when again I fell and you caught me this time,
I remember so clearly the help you gave, the love we shared, the comfort we made,
I remember your heart, so pure and true, your love given to me, helped me forgive you,
I remember this all as clear as yesterday, and I know you live in me my dearest friend.
Laurie
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7/23/2003, 9:28 pm
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Angel
Heaven to me always has seemed too much of a fairytale,
Gods and angels there should be but I was yet to believe,
Life can be most painful and very trying at times,
But yet there still was no angel holding out their arms,
The day I fell and realised my life's course would forever change,
There still was no angel, to help me on my way,
When I began to find my feet and accept my new fate,
I figured that the angels had their backs on me that day,
For decisions that I once had made were to judge me once again,
I had faced my own mistakes, and changed my course in life,
Yet destiny had set yet another path for me to follow,
The pain was like a knife in me buried deep inside,
But amongst the pain I realised what it was I had lost,
The angel I had been looking for had been within me all that time.
LaurieXXX
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7/23/2003, 9:29 pm
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Lonely voices
A voice inside my head telling me to be strong,
Willing me to fight, saying I'll overcome,
The voice is ever changing into those I know,
Telling me directions, showing the way to go,
So many different voices, too loud for one to take,
Asking for the reasons, too often filled with hate,
Of all these different voices one is barely heard,
The voice is so familiar, surly I know that girl,
The voice is all surrounded by the louder ones,
Yet the voice is alone, no one ever comes.
Laurie
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7/23/2003, 9:30 pm
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Difference.
My younger sibling once asked me, why they have different skin,
Why are those men together, why are they holding hands,
Children by nature are curious long lessons they yet to learn,
So I told her the difference within our world, I told her of everything,
I told her to think of the world, with everyone the same,
She answered it wasn't possible, she said it wasn't a shame,
Before I could begin my lesson, she taught me what I forgot,
That what the young ones see, differ from you and from me,
She saw the world as different, but said it was a good thing,
She asked me how colours and love could truly be a bad thing,
She said that her drawings were boring when just black and white,
Without colours in her world she said would be an awful sight,
Love is something she knows so well and sees it all around,
She wanted to know why two people in love could ever be a bad thing,
I explained that people will judge, on who should love who,
She told me not to be silly, love can never be wrong when it is true,
I tried over again to explain that its the differences that causes divide,
She counted up our family on her hand she counted the present five,
Bewildered she was and said your wrong, difference is not a crime,
As we are all so different, as anyone family can be,
Fights we have and things we say to hurt each other,
But all our struggles help us to stay as a family together,
She smiled and said I cannot believe anyone would want to trade,
All of those people who are different in every single way,
I smiled at her dream world, and tried to remember when I still believed,
Like my little sister that the world was easy, and safe for you and me.
I'm happy for her ignorance as she can still be a young for now,
All to soon the day will come, when dreams are left behind,
I find myself wondering what the world would become,
If it were seen through children's eyes bye each and everyone.
Laurie
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7/23/2003, 9:31 pm
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Empty
What do you do when it gets too much where do you run and hide?
Who is the one you turn too in who do you confide?
Surrounded by many people in my darkest times,
Yet no one saw me hiding behind the mask of lies,
I pushed and played the ones who cared, so freedom they gave to me,
Without them, all that was left was the darkness to be free,
I felt the push, the pull, the twist of every sore cut I made,
I tried to fill the emptiness to feel the pain I craved,
As it flowed surrounding me I knew I was nearly there,
All too soon I'm back with lights on my face with a glare,
The doctors looked all knowing the nurses act all snide,
Yet they cannot begin to see why I feel this pain inside,
Loss is such a terrible thing and grieving takes a long time,
But left alone the numbness had grown and left me empty inside,
My family made a promise to keep me safe from harm,
They told me I would be alright they sheltered me from the storm,
Yet in my heart no storm did rage just the emptiness remained,
I knew I would soon be falling, hoping I wouldn't be saved,
Yet in this time of pity and sorrow from those I care about,
The one who knows me best, refused me comfort or love,
He told me I was selfish for trying to take my own life,
His voice raised in anger as he said I should want to survive,
This time instead of emptiness a spark of anger and hurt,
How could this dearest friend of mine cause me so much pain,
But as I felt the anger inside, I could not hold back for long,
All I should have been feeling returned like it belonged,
The tears they fell eventually my body shook and strained,
However I knew this harsher friend had saved my life again,
For now I was feeling all what I had locked away
I was finally grieving, the pain was here to stay,
But over time I come to accept that who I lost is gone,
I owe it to my angel to make sure that I live on,
Laurie
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Laurie I want to comment on each of your poems separately, since each of them have such meaning.
I remember:
There is nothing more painful than losing someone you love to death. Each of us feel things a little differently, but at the same time the feelings of grief are universal. I am sure that everyone who has suffered such a loss will immediately recognize their own feelings in your words. And tf they have come to terms with their loss, they will smile at the truth in the words and I know you live in me my dearest friend. And if they have not yet reached that point of acceptance, those same words will give them hope, a light they cannot yet see at the end of a tunnel they still think is endless.
Angel:
Most of us are taught to put our faith in a higher power to help guide us through our difficult times. There are those who can draw strength from that faith, find that hand to hold when needed. Others, like you, realize that the strength to survive comes from within, not from without. God, angelseven the devil himselfexist within ourselves. Once we realize this, all we need to do is make the right choices, listen to the right voices. Our salvation as well as our destruction comes from within. The hand of an angelas well as the hand of Godis always within our reach inside ourselves.
Lonely Voices:
Your words are open to interpretationas are the words of every good poem. When I read this, I picture someone standing in a room with her hands over her ears, voices all around her shouting, demanding, accusing. And I picture one quiet voice trying to make her hear that the only voice she really needs to listen to his her own. But it is barely heard. Dont know if that is what you meant when you wrote it, but that is what I saw so clearly. Maybe because I have heard the voices around meand somehow managed to still hear the one that mattered.
Difference:
Such a sigh for lost innocence. How do you explain to a child that the world is not as they see it? How do you explain that the world as a whole is to old, to jaded to used to ever be able to return to its own innocence? How do you explain that despite the fact that almost EVERYONE wishes it were the way they see it, that EVERYONE wants to believe that just one voice can start the world on a path for change for the betterthe reality is that as long as there is just one voice that hates, the world will always reject difference and seek conformity. We are such herd animals! As a species, we are driven by a fear of being cut from that herdand will stand behind hate and intolerance rather than stand alone. If only we could see with those childish eyes forever.
Empty:
This one hit a bit close to home. My chain of events was a little different than in your poem, but still it echoed my life. My term for empty was hollow and I felt it so completelybecause on a very deep level, I had been unable (or refused) to feel anything. That deep numbness was never visibleeven to those who love me bestand I barely saw it myself. And it was anger, not comfort that released me from my hollowness. My anger at one who loved me let me feel the grief for the one whom I had loved and lost. It released all the pain I had buried, had denied and let me feel each sharp prick, each dull ache. And it left me with one firm belief: it is better to feel every sharp shard of pain than to feel nothing.
Laurie, your poems are beyond good. They are well constructed, have rhythm, flow and meaningeverything that a truly good poem has. And in all your poems your inner-strength comes through. And most importantin my eyesis that your words have value. They will give everyone who reads them a sense of comfort, hope and resolve. I hate to use the word inspirational because it reeks of church and religionand that whole concept fails me. But I have searched through my damned thesaurus and just cannot find a better word. So just dont listen to the organ music
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
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Thanks Luc its nice to know my poems actually make sense and they must as you did get the meaning behind each one. Lonely voices is exacly that picture you see, sometimes that quiet voice needs to stand up and be heard. Empty was one i was unsure about, i talk rarely about what happened but in a way that has helped me see how far i have come but how easy to get to that point it is. I did think it was strange that you find my poems inspirational as they all are of my darkest times, but then i re read them and i can see the element of me in them, the part of me which has grown since then, I just hope that some people can really see that no matter how bad your life gets there is ALWAYS hope. I have no faith no religion but i do believe in people, i'm very cynical yet I have seen the strentgh that can come from within, and when your not quite strong enough there is hopefully someone who can lend you that strentgh for a short while.
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I really like them. Very powerful and very good. Keep writing, they are awesome.
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"You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. "--Colette
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those were very good . You should have posted them on HP. I have only seen one of them . I liked all of them. But empty was very good. lol I can seem to write a poem over 5 lines and your poem was long as hell. And it all went together so well. I did you write empty a long time ago or did you just write it? One day you may have another little angel . Then you will be glad that you are still alive. You and Lucas write so good youll are the only ones who can make me cry when i read your poems. great poems
Love you
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