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Array ( [sid] => 34290 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A few short poems [time] => 2004-02-08 13:49:59 [hometext] => ...a few short poems... [bodytext] => My life is like a candle,
and like a candle it burns.
Slowly dwindling and crying
tears of wax that drip.


The candle is pale white,
and a ghostly color it pertains,
one of death and loss and purity.
But the candle means nothing.
It could melt in time, or be stolen,
and I would not care at all.
My life is like a candle.




can you tell me who we are,
we we're always chasing stars,
wishing that we were,
more than who we are,
knowing were just men,
scared of our own hands,
doomed to live and die,
in this world that lies,

as i stand befor the throne,
wishing i had known,
all that i know now,
that we all some how,
spin round and round,
never finding the ground,
on which we wish stand,
ending were it began.




I saw a white Rose today.
So beautiful,
so pure,
so delicate,
and, so white.

It took my breath away,
something so beautiful, could make me feel
such a strong warmth inside,
as though, all that was good had not died
and, there was something in life that was tranquil.
Such a shame it is,
we have no time to stop, stand and, stare.
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A few short poems

Contributed by trhpeanut on Sunday, 8th February 2004 @ 01:49:59 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



My life is like a candle,
and like a candle it burns.
Slowly dwindling and crying
tears of wax that drip.


The candle is pale white,
and a ghostly color it pertains,
one of death and loss and purity.
But the candle means nothing.
It could melt in time, or be stolen,
and I would not care at all.
My life is like a candle.




can you tell me who we are,
we we're always chasing stars,
wishing that we were,
more than who we are,
knowing were just men,
scared of our own hands,
doomed to live and die,
in this world that lies,

as i stand befor the throne,
wishing i had known,
all that i know now,
that we all some how,
spin round and round,
never finding the ground,
on which we wish stand,
ending were it began.




I saw a white Rose today.
So beautiful,
so pure,
so delicate,
and, so white.

It took my breath away,
something so beautiful, could make me feel
such a strong warmth inside,
as though, all that was good had not died
and, there was something in life that was tranquil.
Such a shame it is,
we have no time to stop, stand and, stare.




Copyright © trhpeanut ... [ 2004-02-08 13:49:59]
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Re: A few short poems (User Rating: 1 )
by TheSchroedmeister on Sunday, 8th February 2004 @ 01:56:01 PM AEST
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You can spend all your time making money, and you can spend all your love making time. Thanks for this wonderful piece. Truly heartfelt, and full of inalienable truth.


Re: A few short poems (User Rating: 1 )
by Jellybellyprincess on Sunday, 8th February 2004 @ 02:49:38 PM AEST
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Oh, each of these are so beautiful... really amazing works of art. My favorite was definitely "can you tell me who we are" and so on. That one was just so well written.
Kudos!

God bless,
Ellen


Re: A few short poems (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Sunday, 8th February 2004 @ 03:10:27 PM AEST
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All very beautiful, but I especially loved the last one...
Jenni


Re: A few short poems (User Rating: 1 )
by Trhpeanut on Sunday, 8th February 2004 @ 03:42:54 PM AEST
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Thanks for all your input guys. I appreciate it.
- Tiffany




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