It's not often peace takes up
residence within me
It's not often one of my plans
comes to fruition
So bare with me
As I bare the rest of myself here.
Don't view my tears as a weak part of me
Nor think of me as a woman with a weak heart
Rather, know that my
Blood
Cries
Grieving
Smiles
And the ridiculous words poured out here
Are so that...
The noose 'round me might loosen
That the mud in my eyes be wiped clean
For when spring finally comes
....and flowers *do* bloom
I can smile
Celebrate
For life should be lived
Without permission
And I should dance
Without resistance
With....
Or without....
A song.
~Blue
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Mostly what you'll find here is a conglomeration of my writes. While I don't consider myself a poet, I do consider myself somewhat an artistic painter of words....there's a difference. Poets are God-like - I just throw words around like a child with finger paint. Sometimes it's really great, and other times only my friends like it! I write because I have to, I share because I'm encouraged to, and I hope that in the end it is a reflection of everything good in me.
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That was beautiful!
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