some of my crap

[Poeticsiren]

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I miss the days when thought ran clear
and in streams of naive clarity
now they're polluted with longing, fear
I have no clue where they are running
to you i send them i have a hint
that their destination is to your soul
in pools they build behind your eyes
the reflection turns to snow
past pain is there and lurks in shadow
and my mind runs in rivulets darkened
i need your faith to scatter the light in
my liquid labyrinth of pondering
choose to leave me you'll spear my heart
and drive the blood into the stream
distance makes the heart grow fonder
red was always my best color, my sweet.


I was visitng Poetry.com and found this poem that I had submitted. It was written last year sometime-I can't remember when.

[luceluna]

i have missed feeling your writing move beneath my skin, laurie.... wow. i wish you'd share with us more often.

there is such a stark penetrating quality to the verse.... "my mind runs in rivulets darkened".... that is simply mindblowing.

*sigh* "I need your faith to scatter the light...."

[Poeticsiren]

wow-thank you soo much dan for saying those nice things  

makes me want to write more!



L.

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inside ourselves is an intangible glow
we can show the world the pureness of our soul
just open your heart and let the pencil flow
read what u've wrote and learn what u already know
and thats the magic of watching yourself
grow


::eats cookiez :PO
.~*^POof!^*~.

[Poeticsiren]

*blooms*