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Sparklers
Amidst the fertile loam of teenage angst, the battling suffragist,
Passion rages, tears cried in vain,
And budding futures bright, begin to fill the pages,
But feelings never felt in wholeness, become habit to the thorn,
A tender heart beguiled and blamed, brings bitterness and scorn.
They wander down the road where other travelers pass them by,
Without a word, no stories heard, of when or where, or why,
The fragments of what could have been are hardly ever seen,
Tied in knots, the path is charted, the soul in silence keens.
The years they pass with savage blunder, utter wrecklessness,
With hollow heart and acrid thoughts ensued, no niche to rest,
A pocket full of wonder that cannot afford to dream,
A misdirected vessel cursed with the odds it will careen.
But if by chance a passer-by is sensitive to light,
The splintered pieces of a soul like this could shine, despite,
One second of compassion can determine years to come,
One smile can start a caring flame,
Reviving some old pleasantries and bringing back
A blithesome nature to a life derailed by rejection.
Practice kindness all your life, don't underestimate,
Be not stingy with your heart, or you'll reap second rate,
You'll reap what you sow and get back as you give,
And just how much means little when you've inspired a life to live.
Copyright 2013 ©
"A pocket full of wonder that
"A pocket full of wonder that cannot afford to dream,
A misdirected vessel cursed with the odds it will careen."
Hot diggidy. Love this write dude
Thanks, Mardigan. I get a
Thanks, Mardigan. I get a kick out of the way you put it down too.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
damn skippy. thats wassup.
damn skippy. thats wassup.
LOL..ok MrPoofs!
LOL..ok MrPoofs!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Nah I mean it. oftentimes
Nah I mean it. oftentimes frowns so dominate the landscape...quite a downer to the bleeding heart. wanting to erase them all but feeling helpless to do so is just plain lame and unfortunate.
I agree. What I see is that
I agree. What I see is that the more people mind their own business and work on themselves, the more others become inspired to do the same. So indirectly, kindness still the remedy for most anything, whether it is being kind to self, or having the courage to be kind to others.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
i feel the same way. didnt
i feel the same way. didnt have the cohones to oust strangers as such though lol. well, no courage to speak of on all accounts truthfully ;)