Tag: poetry
member name: James Gatlin
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March 10, 2007 12:11 AM EST --
This does not come from my personal experience, but it is my way of reflecting the thoughts and experiences of someone very dear to my heart.
I find myself on my hands and knees,
disoriented . . .
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January 29, 2007 01:45 AM EST --
There is a war raging inside my head;
how many more days will I lie in this bed?
Depression so dark I cannot see,
anxiety so thick I cannot breath.
. . .
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February 12, 2007 09:59 PM EST --
The most powerful of weapons shall ne'er cease to be,
those who will hurt me know this the best,
they deem me formidable, and not quick to scare,
so of all that is magic and mystical,
. . .
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February 19, 2007 09:47 PM EST --
With all the strength I may command,
cast these demons away,
purge them from my being,
only discovering with great dismay,
that they remain ignoring my sincerest demand.
What do I . . .
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March 01, 2007 09:05 PM EST --
The skies are a Caribbean blue, cottony clouds dot the backdrop-
of nature's masterpiece; her work of artistic perfection,
as the landscape reflects the fantastic brilliance of the sun's . . .
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March 14, 2007 12:41 AM EDT --
It looks like me,
sounds like me,
and may often consume me,
though I assure you,
it is not me.
It may speak for me,
think for me,
and may even act for me,
but I promise you,
it is not . . .
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March 17, 2007 01:12 AM EDT --
Rotting in prison, here I shall stay;
cold, cramped, and dark in this lonely cell.
Visitors come, but I usually run them away;
no one should see me in this hell.
. . .
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March 15, 2007 01:49 AM EDT --
A dark cloud looms overhead casting an ominous shadow;
a shadow which seems to haunt my mind unforgivably.
Outdoors or in, there is no escape from this persistent black halo;
try as I might, . . .
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January 06, 2007 10:13 AM EST --
Drawn to a warmth,
an irresistible glow,
cold, tired, and weary,
you'll search high and low,
for your sights are set,
you must attain this goal.
Could be reality,
or all in . . .
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January 11, 2007 02:43 AM EST --
Memories of you are with me to this day,
and with no doubt forever will remain.
Images of you haunt my dreams,
so lifelike, I awaken calling your name.
. . .
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January 08, 2007 12:20 AM EST --
Love is like a rosebush,
hearty and strong,
feed and nourish it,
and it will last long.
Love is like the blooming rosebud,
delicate and grand, . . .
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January 23, 2007 02:40 AM EST --
Black shrouded light,
death's blood showering,
the demon and angel's fight,
the strong ever cowering.
Many years hidden beneath a rock,
beaten down to rise again,
for defiance . . .
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January 17, 2007 12:58 AM EST --
Gusts of wind so loud and strong,
they shake and rattle the foundations under your feet,
downed trees and debris cluttering your lawn,
the hurricane's fury thunderous, . . .
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July 11, 2007 04:36 AM EDT --
Tears gather on our planet's outer shell,
from thin air they seem to materialize,
littering all surfaces naked of cover;
nature's effort,
giving a display of emotion,
for the loss . . .
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November 29, 2006 06:15 AM EST --
Hello Gatherer's,
Welcome to the Melting Pot Short Form Writing Group! Thanks to everyone who has joined The Melting Pot, and to those who have published with us. Let's have fun, and be . . .
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June 16, 2007 01:36 AM EDT --
Into the night I sit,
waiting, crying, wanting,
memories of the days,
but a fading light of life once tasted.
Through the night I lay,
listening, wishing, dreaming,
memories of the . . .
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October 26, 2007 01:25 AM EDT --
September 16, 2007, I lost the love of my life to an unexpected passing. We would have been celebrating our 16th wedding anniversary in February 2008. Robin and I met in February 1990, and immediately . . .
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September 24, 2006 11:00 PM EDT --
Blue Skies & Butterflies
There is a war raging inside my head.
How many more days will I lie in this bed?
Depression so dark I cannot see.
Anxiety so thick I cannot breath.
Please Oh lord make . . .
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September 24, 2006 10:45 PM EDT --
My Eyes
A look through my eyes, if only you could take.
You would see yourself in a most astounding way.
Brown eyes so deep you'd dare not look away.
Hair so lovely and flowing . . .
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