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I want to preface this poem with a little explanation. It has been a long time since I have been able to write poetry. It has felt like an essential part of me has been asleep or cut off. I don’t claim my poetry is any good but writing it is something I need to do like breathing. Words and phrases had been going through my mind for a few days last night I wrote for the first time in over a year. This poem is on example ( Read more... ) |
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Okay so it turns out I'm not a Fic writer. I never thought iy would be easy of course but I never expected to be totally horrible at it. This caused an identity crisis of sorts for me and I've been very depressed. I felt like I had no idea how I was because I have always thought of myself as a writer. But I finally realized what I am is a poet. Maybe my poems aren't very good but writing them is as necessary as breathing and I think any writer out there feels the same about there fics, So I hope to be writing alot more poetry in the future.
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So I know I promised a fic but my real life and my utter scatterbrainedness keep getting in the way. I am working on it though (it's probably awful anyway sigh) . It being my first fic i want to have a clear idea where I'm goinf before I post any of it.
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Thanks to Miss_Jaffacake for this userpic. Its my first! Unfortunetly I haven't figured out how to link things to my journal yet. I have recently discovered Torchwood and I am rapidly becoming a huge fan. I was surprised and delighted to discover all the amazing Torchwood fan fiction on Live journal. Thank You to all the amazing writers who are willing to share their wonderful stories! I mostly write poetry in my journal (I have no idea if it's any good or not but it helps keep me sane) If anyone feels like checking my poetry out I'd love to get comments and criticism. I have been inspired to write a Torchwood story of my own and hope to post it soon :)
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The dial tone buzzed in her ear the phone all but forgotten in her hand not for the first time she reflected on the powerof words to rejuvinate to heal to hurt and to destroy words used to sooothe or weilded like a weapon even more damaging when used carelessly She had learned She thought she had learned not to believe his lies yet to her ears they soon ring false and yet this time she had almost believed already she sees the signs so clear trapped in a cage |
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Everything I have ever wanted Standing in front of me Close enough to touch I reach out with my mind My heart Everything I want to be Spread out before me Tantalizing in its closeness Its completeness The answer to my prayers My tears / my pain As I reach out I touch nothing but air A mirage / a dream Fleeting Induced by desperation Loneliness/ fear I am standing alone in a desert A vast empty place Fate and hope are cruel Adept at deceiving Breaking Can something that was never whole be broken? I have been here before Only then I believed In apparitions My biggest mistake My frailty I look up into the familiar sky The wind brushes my face I feel too much I don’t want to feel /to know The truth Spelled out Whispered in my ear echoing As the tears run unbidden Down my face To the dust below |
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YOU ARE LOVED Today you are born A new life full of promise And hope I smile to think of all you will learn I wonder who you will grow to be No matter the person you become Dear one there is no question You will become someone Truly special for you are truly loved You may wonder how I know The truth dear one is it’s easy to tell All you have to do is be quiet For it is all around you The love is there in your mother’s smile every time She thinks or speaks of you As real and vibrant now as the first time when she told me you were coming a glow lighting her from within It’s there in your father’s eyes every time he looks at your mom it’s there in the way they can’t help but touch from time to time There is so much love between them It takes my breath away And already their love is growing Reaching out To you Holding you safe and warm. It’s in the happiness of your family and friends In the excitement in all of us as we wait for you A new grandchild, or cousin or niece or nephew or friend of our very own To play and laugh with You will learn to see and feel it too The love your parents and family have for you Will always be around you A part of you In every look, in very laugh In every kiss or hug Even in anger or tears Yes dear one even then love will be there too. And you will grow in every way Secure in yourself And in the knowledge They you love and are loved in return This is the greatest of gifts Now you know the secret You know love is everywhere All around you Inside and out All you have to do is look Inside your heart And you will have reason To doubt you will know forever and always You are LOVED |
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About five years ago I stopped writing anything personal. I had always loved writing especially poetry. But one day I slammed the door on my writing. i was going through alot, and I couldn't deal with the emotional upheaval my writing created. I was so deeply depressed I had trouble getting up in the mornings. It was a struggle to get through the day. It was like the only way to survive was to shut down the part of myself that felt all the pain. What i didn't realize is that by doing this I was also shutting down my creativety. That part of myself that really defined who i was and how I relate to the world. I have recently started writing again. It feels so strange to me. How something that once came so easily, is now so dificult. Writng used to be easy, right my words flowed natural as breathing. The words flowed from me. Now I find I have to fight to find the right words. its like streching out a muscle after its been in a cast for a while. I have to rememer how to tap into the writer in me. I thought it would be easier some how. Even though it has been a didcult process, it has also been wonderful. i have forgotten how good it feels to describe a momment or a feeling so perfectly that its like being their again or so that anyone who reads it feels like they are there too. The satisfaction of saying exactly what I want exactly how I want. I also feel a need to share my words. When i was young I would hate for anyone to see my writing. Now I feel a need to share it becaue I can't contain them to myself.I hope that my writing will lead somewhare but if not I know that I can nver stop writing no matter what. I have to write to feel alive.
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This is a poem I wrote in 2002 for my Facing History and Ourselves class images of rape and death a baby crying alone amid total destruction "it would be alright if we only raped them" bayonet practice people being mauled no longer human beings but sheep and dogs instead sickness revolution anger how can people have no conscience where do their souls go? killing machines all part of war denial immunity of the heart scars yet to heal untold sorrow and tears "bullets bleed holes" cries unheard times untold in history “the forgotten holocaust” |
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"They'll never accept you" |
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Floating away Long to be free Free of you/free of me Floating away Outside myself Touching the sky Expansion of my mind’s eye Lost in space In time Drifting away Free Free to be Somebody new Free to forget The confines of my body My mind My pain assuaged Momentarily By the night Free to soar above Suddenly looking forward Every possibility open To me Free. To be One with the universe Soul Connected Still I wait frozen in time Suspended I can see everything A part of me Free I am me/The real me No excuses/no shame Drifting on the wind High above My body I find acceptance My hopes and dreams Momentarily restored Made whole By my out of body experience |
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words floating on the wind broadcasted thoughts and emotions innermost thoughts carried by electronic streams my hopes and dreams carried with it for a future out of my contro l the fear of rejection conquered my hard won words flying out into the darkness hoping for connection
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hopeful
cheerful