Tag: love
group name: thewritersreview
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September 21, 2007 03:47 AM EDT --
I dedicate this prose poetry to Dena; who said she looks forward to reading more of my writing. Thank you, Dena.
Dropping . . . my heart
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June 06, 2008 12:31 AM EDT --
Once there was and once there was not a sad-green-eyed-dreamer-girl. She danced with the angels under the bluest skies and built houses for the faeries in the snow-time. In her knowing, love wasn't . . . more
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May 31, 2007 10:45 PM EDT --
On October 26, 1991 twenty-year-old Clare Abshire met the love of her life at the Newberry Library in Chicago. She planned the meeting. She had spent endless hours with Henry DeTamble since she was a child. . . . more
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July 04, 2007 08:08 PM EDT --
Will you love me enough to leave when i ask you to
You say you can deal with my disease, my eventual confinement
You say you will always love me more than the grains of sand
Yet the band is playing . . . more
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December 10, 2007 07:26 PM EST --
Boredom came
for the masses
hunting like the warrior
spreading
like the plague
Pounding the crush
to the solid hatred . . . more
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April 06, 2008 09:44 PM EDT --
Tender moments
allowing us to departure
on a cloudy day
towards ecstasy.
Our journey is eminent
Rose Petals lay upon
opening your eyes
to a new beggining.
A hand full of promises . . . more
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June 11, 2007 08:47 AM EDT --
My Mother-In-Law is goofier,
than any Disney cartoon;
And when she tries to sing,
she always clears out the room.
Her voice can be compared,
to a Moose’s mating call;
It is . . . more
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March 29, 2007 10:25 PM EDT --
Crying those silent tears I look down at the photograph I am holding. Two smiling faces stare back at me. Where did these two happy girls go? I look at the photo in my other hand. The two girls . . . more
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March 01, 2007 03:01 PM EST --
I have a question I would like to pose here on Gather. Since women have had equal rights, why is it they don't go after what they want? By this I mean, if they want to be in a relationship with someone, . . . more
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July 12, 2007 11:06 AM EDT --
I LOOK BACK ON MY LIFE,
I SEE THE MISTAKES I MADE
AND THE ENEMYS THAT PRETENDED TO BE FRIENDS .
THE WARNING SIGNALS YET I STILL NEVER SEEN THEM COMMING ,
MY HOLE ADULT LIFE WAS BASED ON A LIE !
EVERYONE . . . more
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December 12, 2007 08:00 PM EST --
if not to speak of anger
the pain of walking away
backward
"I love you," I scream
the roar of the fire's too loud
more like bombs
cutting like the knife . . . more
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March 26, 2008 10:15 PM EDT --
Underneath our simplicity
details of another life
were implanted properly
between dreams and reality
Divine forces intervene
carrying a golden box
place on the highest . . . more
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April 03, 2008 08:24 AM EDT --
Amongst us
shadows gradually
corrupting our
piece and mind.
I'm emotionally disturb.
As I walked blindfolded
through a valley
of death souls
leaving . . . more
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June 24, 2007 02:16 AM EDT --
~1~
i sit here in the sun
through an open window
devoid of birdsong, lilacs or harbingers of spring
yet i feel movement
just before the stillness of sleep
in the solid ground a stirring of . . . more
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June 18, 2007 08:30 PM EDT --
I didn't know what happened until this morning. I didn't know why my heart ached and soared at the same time, nor how I could feel desperation, anxiety, fear, and hope all in the same breath. I . . . more
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June 05, 2007 10:54 PM EDT --
DAD
You were my friend and confidant,
You would listen, and judge me not.
More than a father and friend to me.
I miss you even more than I could see.
I know the words were rarely spoken, . . . more
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August 11, 2007 02:35 PM EDT --
Dear Ms. O'Shea,
From the moment I began reading For The Love of Letters, my writing began to change. My e-mails suddenly had salutations and closing sentiments. In fact, they had become letters. . . . more
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December 10, 2007 07:13 PM EST --
She heard the mandrake scream
as She made Her way
past the gate
the moon lit Her path
She knelt by a willow tree
at the side of the calm
Her eyes were closed
Her dreams were Alive
She was breathless . . . more
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December 10, 2007 07:19 PM EST --
I’ve heard the songs you scream
of tearing butterflies from their wings
beautiful anger that’s kept inside
seeping from every pore to break from
the . . . more
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March 30, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
Finally I' m Awake...
On a melancholic
mourning your smile
allow me to dance
within walls standing
between you and I...
Unconscious dreams
constantly portrait . . . more
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