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Things of Interest:My poetry:
sample-
THE ARTIST
I paint a pretty picture,
I want the world to see.
almost everyone loves it.
I call the painting "me".
It's shiny and bright,
and filled with light,
all roses, hearts, and flowers.
It's a masterpiece of deception,
this artist's misconception,
this rendition of the "perfect condition,
a mask to hide my feelings,
just another way of healing.
The colors of the rainbow,
all soft and richly hued,
I'd like to scrape the canvas down,
and maybe start with blue.
No pink, no green, no peachy sheen,
forget those pastel colors.
Let's paint with wild abandon!
Let's get it down!
Let's do it hands on!
Add the black,
don't hold back,
really lay it on it!
Let's splash the red!
Let's color it dead!
Then add the hate and anger.
Let's do it right in the middle of the night.
Let's make it full of danger.
Then add the pain, and lots of fear,
the suffering and sorrow.
Let's be uncouth,
let's paint the truth.
We'll see who likes me now!
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MIDNIGHT ANGEL
The first night of the new year,
and an icy wind blew in at midnight,
stole in without hesitancy.
Window and door betrayed by age,
could not combat the seige.
Lying in my warm bed,
I felt the cold creep in.
slowly chilling a passionate heart,
that had only been beating for him.
Threatened the love hidden inside,
grown weary from neglect and misuse.
She tried so hard to keep it alive,
watched the fire start to dim.
Finally realized the possibility,
of living without him.
Is he with another,
impervious to the cold?
Is she only wasting away,
for something she'll never hold?
Hard to keep the tenderness,
it withers from the biting cold.
This lonely heart was once consumed,
by a fire that burned so bright,
that it couldn't be touched by anything,
even on the most fridged of nights.
A fire unattended will most certainly grow cold.
Why does he keep this woman in his life,
does he fear for her,
or what the world will do?
Is it only protectivness,
of a heart he knows is true?
Why does he hold the hand,
always suffer reprimand?
Why won't he let her go?
All the questions that we ask,
while the Winter wind blows.
He keeps her at a distance,
but never far away.
She keeps him in her heart,
and wonders if she should move on.
Cannot take a step,
she fears his disapproval.
How did the flame of love,
become the guiding light?
She thinks about all these things,
on a dark and empty night.
Is this the way it is?
All it will ever be?
What is it they're missing?
Blind eyes that cannot see?
She doesn't want to lose,
his love and honesty,
should she settle for what she has?
Another hand to hold?
That's more than she ever had,
she just can't let it go.
Copyright2007, Lydia
