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thoughts and feelings (draft) (Free verse) by crwncka1
when I feel a moment passing, it is like a lens of a camera flashing, it always brings with it a quality, that is like a flake of snow falling in the air, always recognizable but never exactly the same, as the last time you remember feeling that way, in feeling any certain way that you do, any particular frozen moment in time, in listening to your thoughts are able, first and foremost I would think, is store them on the surface of your memory, and when in your life you have felt good or wonderful, their is always a yearning to return there, to those freeze frame moments in time that you loved, but that is only possible due to the fact, that for every good time their probably is, at some time or another in your life you live, times when you felt feelings of pain, and i am not talking of physical nature, as the nature of that kind of pain is quite obvious, but i am speaking of emotional pain inside, with the center of it usually being, the ever lasting battle to escape ourselves, which put quite simply means, no one likes the agony of being too alone, but so often the escape we use, is worse then what we are running from, and it is only when the sorrow finally breaks us, when the banks of it finally flood us, with nothing left inside but true emptiness, do we ever usually start listening to what is inside, and allow our true thoughts and emotions, to flow up to the surface no matter how good or bad, in order for us to experience and not block away, what from within us has been trying to be freed, which almost always is painful because were broken, and it may take deep solitude to fully repair our being, that only comes in being true to who we really are, not shying away from the hurt inside, rather healing and seeking understanding of it instead, even though it may seem so useless to your head, actually over time your developing inner strength, a kind that no one may steal away once realized, also a kind that anyone willing to listen may have, and in time your thoughts and feelings, will start becoming more in harmony and peace, and with that your thoughts start to flow, from the only place that matters being your heart, with that you will find what your looking for, being true compassion from those important to you THE END

Up the ladder: SO LONG MY BELOVED
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Arithmetic Mean: 4.2
Weighted score: 4.904638
Overall Rank: 9850
Posted: December 1, 2003 9:35 PM PST; Last modified: December 1, 2003 9:35 PM PST
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[n/a] crwncka1 @ 66.141.123.137 | 1-Dec-03/9:36 PM | Reply
eh?
[7] Jill Stockinger @ 66.167.204.219 | 2-Dec-03/2:58 PM | Reply
A bit too dogmatic for my taste,
but I give you points for staying on track with
your theme throughout the whole poem.
[n/a] Everyone @ 81.128.249.185 | 19-Dec-03/7:17 AM | Reply
Is this meant to be some sort of joke?
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