reply to post by NarcolepticBuddha
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Hi NarcolepticBuddha, I was feeling happy and uplifted until I read your thread here, now I feel sad,,,
Ha Ha LOL Just Joking !
I like to read poetry and have written some myself. I'm going to try and cheer you up a little bit more, and / or bring you farther along through
the emotional wringer of life. Think about this fact, your poems may never be liked or accepted in your lifetime. However, they may be re-discovered
and become extremely liked and famous in the future when you're dead and gone. That is the real life of the writer and poet. However you know you
cannot give up and stop your writing, even if you have to live the lifestyle of a starving poet. People who do not write cannot really and truly
understand why someone would seem to waste their life's days and years writing things that may never be truly appreciated in their lifetime. But write
you must, huh.
I was reading some poems on a Russian Poetry website a few years back, and I came across this poem and I thought to myself, Wow this lady really and
truly understands the big picture about her effort in writing her poetry. Also another great poem below I read somewhere, and thought it spoke
volumes too. Anyway, just keep on writing what you are inspired to write, don't ever worry about critics. Everyone has critics, even the greats have
critics and had critics. Like Ricky Nelson so famously said in his song " Garden Party "
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These my poems, written so early…
These my poems, written so early…
These my poems, written so early
That I did not know then I was a poet,
Which having tore, like droplets from a fountain,
Like sparks from a rocket,
Into a sanctuary, where there is sleep and incense
Like little devils having burst,
These my poems about youth and about death,
This unread verse!
Scattered through shops in piles of dust
Where nobody picked them up or does,
These my poems, like precious wine,
Will have their time.
by ~ Marina Tsvetaeva (1892-1941) Russia
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PIECES
I remember you so innocent and young
Reveling in the days life had just begun
Seeing and feeling the wonder in everything
Your laughter and dance the gifts you bring
Taken from this world you never grew to sin
And somehow I know I'll meet you again
Hey child I hope someday you will see
There are pieces of you that make up the puzzle that is me
I don't know if you changed or fulfilled my destiny
We are different parts of the same mystery
Living forever in each others memories
Sitting there in her rocking chair
her soft blue eyes and silvery hair
If you listen you can travel through time
She smiles and she rocks as she drifts in her mind
There is wisdom and answers in the lines on her face
She has shared so many tales of another place
Thanks for satisfying my curiosity
Now you are a piece of the puzzle that is me
I don't know if you changed or fulfilled my destiny
Each of us a part of the same mystery
Living forever we're in each others memories
Yea girl we swam in a sea of uncertainty
Shared dreams, fears and insecurities
When I said I didn't love you I meant myself
Another chapter in the book of life upon my shelf
I was lost in the storm of so many lies
When all the truth I ever needed was in your eyes
I hope you are everything you wanted to be
You are so many of the pieces of the puzzle that is me
I don't know if you changed or fulfilled my destiny
You know we're different parts of the same mystery
Forever ingrained in each others memories
A man in the streets told me I was one of the chosen ones
Said in the end we'll return where we are from
He already found the PEACE that made him whole
The words he spoke brought comfort to my soul
Then he reached into my thoughts and took away the pain
At that moment the sky opened up as it began to rain
You are no longer a stranger to me
Leaving behind the pieces that set my spirit free
Leading me down a path towards my destiny
We're all parts of history composing this mystery
Everthing we are is pieces of memories.
by Rick Yessian
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