Writing Collection

And then there was noone
Pain
An Angel
Fool
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Ofa Lahi Atu
I'm Glad I Touched Shoulders with You

Pain

Darkness and silence
Fear and pain
Knowing you've forgotten
And hearing her name

Blood flowing everywhere
Dripping off the table
Joining the bloody pool
In which my lifeless body lies

A clear tear rests upon my cheek
Hesitant to follow the journey
Of those who have fallen before
Hesitant to die

Life without you was
Too quiet, too plain
Death was the better alternative
To a life of pain

Please forgive me
For the mistakes I have made
For being too young, too loud
Too afraid of being alone
--Davona Bickley

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An Angel

An angel, dark and drawing.
He sits before me,
unaware I feel his pain deep within me,
like a seering flame
Yet no words drip from his lips.
I know him like I know stinging guilt.
I crave him like the prick of the needle.
So very deep within.
Ah, to swim thoruogh the depths of his peircing eyes.
To touch that perfect form.
I know not that soaring exstacy.
Lost in a dream I may never live.
My soul cries out to him.
I need to know his drauning kiss.
To hold his delicate shell against my dying breast.
What I dare not even write.
Emotion so deep.
Still so unaware.
See me. Need me as I need you.
Touch me with your twisting thoughts.
Caress my spirit as you would your inner evil.
Know me as I know you.
My fallen angel.
My flaxen dream
-Star

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Fool

I want to outsmart his love
Find something divine
I want to become soemthing more
than the fools concubine

Maybe its the fear that love brings on
the uncomfortable pleasure
so easily deemed right or wrong

Is it that i know more
than just what to expect
or is it fear of more
than just tender respect?

If the answer lay
within a book
a thousand times
i would not look

sweet as you are
like a rich red wine
i must choose to be soemthing more
than the fools concubine
-- Lucy

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The decision is made,
be it leather or suede
as i watch the memories
rise up from your grave
but the decision is mine
my sweet valentine
to watch you rise from your grave
a man self made
and in your place
i will fall with such grace
i buried myself under
now awaite for the thunder
the lies and the hurt
i wipe my tears on your shirt
daggers lie in my back
and the scars are intact
let sleeping dogs lie
creat for them a blue sky
and in it new beginings
some things are left fopr winning
the final word is not mine
happily, i leave that for the divine
-- Lucy

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I tried to find Him on the Christian Cross, but he was not there;
I went to the Temple of the Hindus and to the old pagodas, but I could not find a trace of Him anywhere.

I searched on the mountains and in the valleys, but neither in the heights nor depths was I able to find Him.
I went to the Caaba in Mecca, but He was not there either.

I questioned the scholars and philosophers but He was beyond their understanding.

I then looked into my heart and it was there where He dwelled that I saw Him;
He was nowhere else to be found.
--Jelaluddin Rumi

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Ofa Lahi Atu

When the Eternal light blows
from the winds of the storm
take my hand and follow
It's dark,
It's cold,
Trust me with your hand
and follow
Whem the bridge beneath your feet crumbles
take my hand, we will fly
If the yellow brick Road is no longer clear,
I will help you find it's path.
--Anonymous

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I'm Glad I Touched Shoulders with You

There's a comforting thought at the close of day,
When I am weary and lonely and sad,
The sort that grips my crusty old heart,
And bids it be merry and glad.

It gets in my soul and drives out the blues,
And finally thrills through and through.
It is just a sweet memory that chants the refrain:
"I'm glad I touched shoulders with you!"

Did you know you were brave, did you know you were strong?
Did you know you helped when I erred?
Did you know there was one leaning hard?
Did you know that I waited and listening and prayed
And was cheered by your simplest word?

Did you know that I longed for the smile on your face,
For the sound of your voice ringing true?
Did you know that I grew stronger and better because
I merely had touched shoulders with you?

I am glad that I live, that I battle and strive
For the place that I know I must fill;
I am thankful for sorrows, I'll meet with a grin
What fortunes may send, good or ill.

I may not have wealth, I may not be great,
But I know I shall always be true,
For I have in my life that courage you gave,
When I once touched shoulders with you.

-Anonymous

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