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on a raft made of my dreams
adrift on the seas of my mind using my soul as a sail the wind seems very kind i trail my fingers through the waves as my raft skims over the see an odd sensation the water gave it seemed to comfort me i raise my hand and taste a drop the water is full of bliss like standing at the worlds very top while the skies give me a kiss i peer into the waters and now i finally see the water is my spirit and it will always carry me.. |
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sweeeeet
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yep another good one like the way you put things into words
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sweeeeet |
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yep another good one like the way you put things into words |
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i think that this ones about ...i may get knocked down by life sometimes but im never broken...
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i think that this ones about ...i may get knocked down by life sometimes but im never broken... |
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i think that this ones about ...i may get knocked down by life sometimes but im never broken... |
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Let the water carry you to a place only you may go, wether it be a dream or reality....Water is so calming and so peaceful even in a the ugliest of storms, we can find some solitude in the ripples or waves...And if you keep writing things like this piece may you go back there many times over...
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Let the water carry you to a place only you may go, wether it be a dream or reality....Water is so calming and so peaceful even in a the ugliest of storms, we can find some solitude in the ripples or waves...And if you keep writing things like this piece may you go back there many times over... Sash |
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on a raft made of my dreams adrift on the seas of my mind using my soul as a sail the wind seems very kind i trail my fingers through the waves as my raft skims over the see an odd sensation the water gave it seemed to comfort me i raise my hand and taste a drop the water is full of bliss like standing at the worlds very top while the skies give me a kiss i peer into the waters and now i finally see the water is my spirit and it will always carry me.. [/quote adding to your poem i walk the skies and see whats all around me as my spirit is standing above the world with the angels guiding my true way. as i look down and see the beauty that i thought at times was so ugly. as i pray for others that had comfort me in the time of need as i get a weird sensation that brings me closer to the waters where everything seem to be so calm, but yet a mass of storms are on there way where one is trying to hold on to another, and i all i can do is wait by the golden gate heaven to come there way.. as i cant be selfish that had been on earth, so my gift to them from my hidden thoughts where one cant be a burden anymore or feel as they had been. for absense of the truth of the silence i have had. is no longer as i am now on the new path and leading the new way |
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Edited by
bedlum1
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Mon 04/05/10 03:27 AM
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on a raft made of my dreams adrift on the seas of my mind using my soul as a sail the wind seems very kind i trail my fingers through the waves as my raft skims over the see an odd sensation the water gave it seemed to comfort me i raise my hand and taste a drop the water is full of bliss like standing at the worlds very top while the skies give me a kiss i peer into the waters and now i finally see the water is my spirit and it will always carry me.. adding to your poem .... please dont do that... |
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it ends right where i want it to..
if it gives you an idea for your own....great... but please dont add subtract or amend what i write.... not being mean or angry or anything bad...it just MY personal creative thoughts I like to share...not a compilation |
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true...my writings are my inner soul, very personal, by the way, beautiful thoughts B!!
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true...my writings are my inner soul, very personal, by the way, beautiful thoughts B!! |
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you're quite welcome!
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you're quite welcome! |
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What a paradox this gift of life...
so beautiful, yet so diverse ceasing to relish in the giver of such beauty is the self destruction we blame on the one who gives it.. to be nameless through the journey yet glorified in it's end How noble the man who sees irony in every drop of water in this vast sea of life. |
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What a paradox this gift of life... so beautiful, yet so diverse ceasing to relish in the giver of such beauty is the self destruction we blame on the one who gives it.. to be nameless through the journey yet glorified in it's end How noble the man who sees irony in every drop of water in this vast sea of life. |
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