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Array ( [sid] => 149187 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => ~Raw edges~ [time] => 2009-04-17 02:13:51 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Emotional overdrive, trying to beat out the keeper of time
and every second seems to be, another complex mystery
each moment, high intensity, urgency and transparency.
Life coming undone, not peaceful, crude raw edges.

Grasping to grab hold of the sun, sitting high in the sky.
A warmth that penetrates the Pacific Northwest cold
and released the rain and clouds lonely sigh....
but yet, the clouds still linger, even when they are out of sight.

The blossoms on the tree's and their scent lightly teases
and for that one second you are lost within the simple comfort of the moment
not wanting to let it go as the wind whispers song,
and for that single second reality is far long gone.

Then it all comes back, the city noise and rude remarks
and wandering if everyone has for this day lost their minds.
Did everyone wake up on the wrong side of the bed
the cruel nature of it all makes one wish they never left their beds.

Its like a motion movie reel where you try not to feel
but you know that you cant and you feel a bit sad.
Wishing it all away, crying out load to the day
and begging to be that beautiful blossom sitting high upon that branch.

The reality is still raw edges at first glance.............

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~Raw edges~

Contributed by shelby on Friday, 17th April 2009 @ 02:13:51 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

Emotional overdrive, trying to beat out the keeper of time
and every second seems to be, another complex mystery
each moment, high intensity, urgency and transparency.
Life coming undone, not peaceful, crude raw edges.

Grasping to grab hold of the sun, sitting high in the sky.
A warmth that penetrates the Pacific Northwest cold
and released the rain and clouds lonely sigh....
but yet, the clouds still linger, even when they are out of sight.

The blossoms on the tree's and their scent lightly teases
and for that one second you are lost within the simple comfort of the moment
not wanting to let it go as the wind whispers song,
and for that single second reality is far long gone.

Then it all comes back, the city noise and rude remarks
and wandering if everyone has for this day lost their minds.
Did everyone wake up on the wrong side of the bed
the cruel nature of it all makes one wish they never left their beds.

Its like a motion movie reel where you try not to feel
but you know that you cant and you feel a bit sad.
Wishing it all away, crying out load to the day
and begging to be that beautiful blossom sitting high upon that branch.

The reality is still raw edges at first glance.............

Copyright © shelby ... [ 2009-04-17 02:13:51]
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Re: ~Raw edges~ (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 17th April 2009 @ 03:26:06 AM AEST
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Is it a full moon? Dunno. Anyway, I think I undertand where you're coming from on this one Michelle. People suck.

That very last line is soooooooooooo cool. Not that I don't like the entire poem but yeah. Musical!

Re: ~Raw edges~ (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Friday, 17th April 2009 @ 03:57:28 AM AEST
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My Dear Michelle, entire poem is good.. especially these lines made me smile:
Did everyone wake up on the wrong side of the bed
the cruel nature of it all makes one wish they never left their beds.
and that concluding line is great. hugs and love..:-)venkat

Re: ~Raw edges~ (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 17th April 2009 @ 10:03:18 PM AEST
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Sad but beautifuly written.
As I remember living in the great North West, it would be very hard to grab the sun as it rains 9 months out of 12 up there.
Awesome work girl.
Huggs, luv, blessings,
emy

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