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[aid] => mick
[title] => Thanx Gram
[time] => 2013-07-02 15:54:20
[hometext] => This is a poem I wrote years ago on this site on an account name that I can no longer access. I wanted to repost it on my new name.
[bodytext] => Thanx Gram Contributed by musesonnetlimbo82 on Monday, March 14 2005 @ 22:37:34 AEST Topic: Fictional Poetry I feel that my Grandmother my mothers mom who was like a Mother to me helped me to write this poem to myself I could feel her there she recently passed march.16,2004 Florence M. Cooper memories that dance like little glass dolls, dream of romance but chances just fall lost in a time calloused they judge each movement a crime like his job up above whisper no mercy you've layed down the law still I am thirsty no time for the brawl pity the scissors and now her hairs gone like all of the Dreams she held tight for so long 123,123,123 turn but deep in her soul so much more does she yearn, if only belief from just one other heart could give her a push, just a hint of a start it doesn’t take much just encouraging words as the clock waste's its time only silence is heard, her swallow's are shallow and it goes down to quick only now so long later and she still can’t get sick somehow an image that’s too easy to place stairs back from the mirror, as she takes one more taste, her eye's bloody red still a blade in her hand and mumbling soft words now she can understand just three choices she has and behind these three doors a decision at hand, but what’s less is much more, the bottle drops fast and the shattering sound makes her laugh at the glass that is scattered around though her feet bloody red she steps up to the gate of the doorways before her and decisions that wait, taking hold of the knob where she takes her first steps she, posses just once on her right she sees death his hollow hooded face seems its staring to deep only void in the hood of the secrets it keeps, his words sound like hisses that come from a snake it says now my dear your own bed you make you could have sat back and let me do the job, if u'd just used that blade, your future I’d rob no decisions to make and you'd have no more tears and nothing to run from for I’m your last fear before looking away to find what’s on her left, he pulled open his robe and she watched her own death, her skin grew gray pale and her sole took its place among other lost futures and the dreams that wont play and the screaming she heard oh too many to tell, of pain altogether and the peaces that fell, souls that pleaded to have just one more chance, one more kiss in the dark, one more tear, one more dance from the left their came voices of other demands of what moves she should make, and and the way she should stand if u'd chosen this door, came an echoing voice, any thing u'd have done for you we'd make the choice, you'd have no deciding it'd be easy this way, you'd know just where to go you'd know just what to say, and you'd make us so happy to live as we want see our own paths are made but yours you've still got, and to do what years ago we could have done, and make our dreams come to life that were once gone and she watched as she lived the way they thought best, as all she had hoped for froze as memories at last, her life wasn’t so bad she just lived like a clone she found someone to marry and had kids of her own, every day she'd awake at just the right time and off to a job, like a rhythmic rhyme she stood still for a moment and looked back to the mirror, now she heard herself say it’s just me that you've feared, when you take the direction you've wanted to take its not hard to see some mistakes you will make, your gonna fall down and find your share of scars, but u know when you stand you'll know just where you are, and if your decisions take you the wrong way, its not very hard to start over this day, just be true to yourself and determined of mind, always stand back up and leave the past behind, don’t look for the treasures if their meant they'll appear and with God in your life, only he shall you fear, your future's not clear yet but its not hard to find, life's a great journey if you keep peace of mind there is no time limit you've forever to make every decision each success and mistake always encourage but never enforce, make sure others know what to you they are worth its time now to turn to door that you've chose this was just a test and I’m glad you've arose, still there are more I now know you'll prevail for always look deep within and you never will fail so slowly I open the door where I stood no longer with fear for I knew that I could BY: JILL ANN COOPER JR. ALIAS: JILLEO copyright 2005 Copyright © musesonnetlimbo82 ... [2005-03-14 22:37:34] (Date/Time posted on site) [comments] => 0 [counter] => 98 [topic] => 48 [informant] => ravensunmoondove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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