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can't you see what im hiding deep inside

Can't you see what im hiding deep inside. For those who say they care and will always be there best friends forever, but never really stop to make sure im still breathing. Thursday, July 07, 2005. In The Eyes of a Dancer. In the eyes of the dancer. You find the fire that lights the stage. In the eyes of the dancer. You find the energy that brings the dance to life. In the eyes of the dancer. You find a heart filled with a passion to keep going. In the eyes of the dancer. You find the love of the applause.

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poetry from me to you | My personal poems from the heart. .

Poetry from me to you. My personal poems from the heart. . September 23, 2014. Poetry from me to you. Originally posted on poetry from me to you. How do destroy something that can’t be touched by your hand,. Something you can’t see and that’s complex to understand. You can break it and bend it in so many different ways. It can’t be really truly mended in a moment or few days. It can be patched up in some time with some faith and love. But it can’t completely be fixed, not even by angels above. The action...

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Into Dawn | Brave in the face of night; Afraid to face the sunrise.

Brave in the face of night; Afraid to face the sunrise. A Window to My Conscience. To Be Consumed…. Some people know me as the one who says sorry too much. Apologizing for the sake of apologizing, because I’m sorry. But I can’t be the person you want me to be. I can’t be the one that follows you around and makes you feel safe. Because I don’t always feel safe. That’s not to say that I don’t want you to feel safe around me. But I can’t give someone something that I don’t myself have. Fear of someone holdi...

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Paul's Poetry

Tuesday, 23 April 2013. I am possessed by a savoury craving. Dominating my every thought, telling. Me to have something salty, or,. Is it spicy – no it’s salty. My concentration has gone from this conversation. As she talks comfortably about the day. My eyes must look like they are walking into. The back of my head searching the pantry. For liberation from this yearning,. But when did I last look in the pantry. And are my eyes vacant? Yesterday was my last foray for food. Her narrative has stopped,.

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PoetryFromTheDarkside

Tuesday, 11 February 2014. A pagan ritual, a midwinter heist. All in the name of Jesus Christ. Part the waters like Jehovah Moses. Or spread the bullshit on your wilting roses. Abraham's children and promised lands. All straw castles built on shifting sands. Holy wars and self-righteous preservation. Two thousand years of ordained decimation. The Jesus ritual, midwinter heist. All for nought with a pagan Christ. Someone part the waters like Jehovah Moses. And show us the miracles of the ancient proses.

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POETRY FROM THE HEART by Polly Guerin

POETRY FROM THE HEART by Polly Guerin. It gives me great pleasure to present Poetry From the Heart by Polly Guerin, a random sampling of over 200 poems I have written to inspire, elevate the spirit and bring joyful renewal to all who read my poems. Monday, July 20, 2015. THE BENCH IN THE FOREST. THE BENCH in the FOREST. WELLS, MAINE July 2015. Wooden steps outline the forest path. The bench in the forest is where I pass. Giant trees give shade from beyond. And nearby frogs frolic in a pond. A tempting de...