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Feb.13.07


I see you in many faces





Every time I see you,





That I see you, wherever





Other than the same smile,







Did I ever know you as more than a face?







What am I anymore?







This looking for you in every face,





I reject the will of others to talk about you,


As if YOU WERE MORE THAN SOMETHING






And feel i n e v e r y b r e e z e .






that I’ll never get away from this feeling -








Are we just friends?

Merci Yoder-san~

February 16.. I'm improvising here. D;

I feel like there are wings of iron attached to my shoulders,
Making me invincible.
I can see you all fly together, away, though,
And nothing makes me feel less proud.
I feel like there is a wall of bricks around my lips,
Making me safe from regret,
I can hear you talking about love, though,
And nothing makes me feel less proud.

So come and lift these wings from my shoulders, so I can fly away.
Come and pull this wall from my lips, and hear all I have to say.
We'll fly away together, dear, to paradise far from here,
And talk into the night, dear, of the things I am subject to fear.

I have ten little aunties,
the cronies of my mother.
Every thursday they will visit,
And talk to one another.

1 used to be a theater star,
and has a beautiful smile,
she carries herself so gracefully,
her clothes never out of style

2 was a secretary,
she listens very well,
you can trust her with any secret,
and she'll never tell.

3, 4, and 5 worked in a factory,
side by side, always together,
their hands are still strong and true,
with a texture like coarse leather

6 was the "nurse in the war"
her eyes always a little far away,
you can never leave her alone in a room,
without her begging you to stay.

7 and 8 are my favourite old maids,
always in mischief and gossiping,
It makes me blush to hear them talk
Of sex- and that kind of thing

9 is the oldest and childless,
Bent from the weight of time,
All I know about her is,
that she takes her tea with lime.

10 is the mother to us all,
with 14 children of her own,
why is it that with so much work,
she still ended up alone?

I've sat up late with them
since I could sit up straight,
I love how they give me candies and
let me stay up late.

They've told me things I shouldn't hear
And things I want to forget
But still, for me and for my life,
they are the greatest I've met.

Here are two:

Memory’s Hallway
By: guardianangel 517

In each person is a special hallway;
A hallway where one can go when they’re in need.
It is called the Hallway of Memory.

In its twisted hallways and paths
Are doors that hold something unique.
It’s part of the past’s antiques

You walk on the path set before you
Walking past doors whose rooms hold scenes you’ve seen
Only you know what each of them mean.

Some rooms are filled with happiness,
While others of grief.
Some are long and some are brief.

Some are of scenes that you cherish the most,
And others hold something with pain,
Like death or some other kind of bane.

You walk past these doors,
Past things you’ve seen or done,
And stop at one that holds none.

This door is meant for your new memories.
It’s just waiting here, ready for you
To place in it a scene that’s new.

I read we are welcome to post a poem.This one was by my friend ((Stephanie or CouNTRY_GiRI))With her permisson I thought I should post it.:
though the soul is blackened
by all are sins
to know we live in harmony
brings back that speck of light

though hearts are cracked
from failed love
we know new loves can mend them

though worrys well come
and worrys well go
we can find always
find a solution

and to know we can
always prevail
thats just a
bonus