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To My Loving Scar by coirby, literature

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To My Loving Scar

I am sorry my friend, Healing comes hand in hand with pain. Fear tells us that it is better to let things fester. After all, deliberate discomfort burns with cleansing fire. It is difficult to admit the tender ragged edges must be scrubbed raw. It is dangerous to mistake swelling for new growth And new growth must have room to breathe. So scrub away! Endure the pain. As you and I scrub each other out of ourselves We will remain eternally in that scar that stays behind. I know you will forever be with me. I will show your shadow the gifts I wish I could give. I will tell your shadow the things that fascinate me. At night I can wh

To Walk Alone by coirby, literature

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To Walk Alone

Don't make me walk alone. May I have a hand in mine? Will you give me a shoulder for my head? When I step out into the world May I have the warmth of home? If I must be alone may I have the strength to see it through. May I suffer and survive. When I find my hand is empty and there's no shoulder for my head When I step out in the world and I find my home is dead There are stars above my head invisible to see And this I know Your loving eyes are watching over me.

Onward by coirby, literature

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Onward

Onward we go searching high and low Where will we find the purest gold, The treasure too mighty to behold? Shall we rest by the bank of the hanky pank? No. Forward we plod without thanks. The seeming reward is instead the ward Who would be too distant to have a word with a grieving soul and a heart grown cold The breaking is shaking the foundations What to do? Stoop low to avoid the blow? No. Nothing to do but go onward Plod upward to avoid the awkward steps of hesitation at the precipice Too large to miss Yet so many pace the line Thinking to stop time Jump! Still we must go onward Forever upward I hear there is a plan i

Kindness and Courage by coirby, literature

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Kindness and Courage

The waves are crashing mindlessly. In the distance the shadow of immovable stone. The place I cling to, that so steadfastly holds me midst the crashing, does not bring me toward the land I envy. Oh! To be closer to a ground that does not move beneath me To stand tall and glory in the breath of the sun As the trees send rough kisses for my cheek. Toward the edifice I go, Thinking at least dried clay will meet my searching hands. As I reach out to pull myself closer to holy land The seeming stone lets my hand fall, Leaving unsettling grains beneath bemused fingertips. I look to the sea where my lonely stone sits grieving for the

Apology by coirby, literature

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Apology

What have you done naive heart that such a thing that shines and pierces is in your hand? I wished to sheath the knife of change in safety yet it reached for his breast. You know very well that this knife must be quenched by someone's blood for no sheath can hold it. May I shield my men from harm? In safety leave them untouched, unhurt by the inevitable parting? None can escape such a blade. Everyone grasps the handle and feels the edge that parts the flesh. Have you not felt the sting? The sting, aye. The dull ache where it permanently rests until grasped by another. The slow twist of worry and neglect. Have I sundered two who were mean

This Sea of a World by coirby, literature

Bubbly Girl by coirby, literature

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Bubbly Girl

She happily bubbles. Her heart is ready to be broken again. The carelessness she shows in all other parts of her life finally showing consistency as she becomes careless with her heart. An awkward boy who does not shrink from the spotlight, who does not mind strange clothes or stranger hats steps forward to evaluate the newly dusted heart that had been protected in the folds of insecurity. Slumped in the chair his gangly movements shout out harmless boy. What a shock when she sees him descend the stair, not the boy she first sought, but a young man. Tall, broad shouldered, he is not a boy. How small and delicate she feels standing next to suc

Returned Innocence by coirby, literature

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Returned Innocence

Reborn to child-like state, Wandering the crowded walks Who should such espy, But her one time enemy... Or was it friend? Too hard to tell Friend or foe, heaven or hell In such a place as the mortal plane That lets you forget again. The river Styx at last has done its piece Granting peace to the once ruptured mind, Replaced with innocent serenity Until next a rifted spirit springs. Dreams that hope rather than regret. Man, shall ye be friend or foe? Both mind and heart have forgot, But for the distant echoing of 'foe.' Yet forward comes this awkward fiend Whose 'r' is ever fumbling. Again the stage is set,

The Falling Atheist by coirby, literature

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The Falling Atheist

Come my love, come die with me Off the cliff, come fly with me Adore me then lie with me To eternal death Come dear heart come ride with me If I fall off the cliff hold my hand I will pull while you still stand Don't let go hold tight I will struggle, I will fight And still you must hold tight Though your feet tremble As your body stumbles When you trip When you fumble at the lip Your hand in mine Oh how we'll fly! Come my love, come die with me Off the cliff, come fly with me Adore me then lie with me To eternal death Come dear heart come ride with me

The Heart is a Prison by coirby, literature

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The Heart is a Prison

The heart is a prison of ice and fire How cold and frozen to past keepers of the heart How hot with shame when memories flow An ice shield holds mind and body in place But firy memory of pain steadily melts Quick rebuild the ice! The ice is made of forgetfulness Cold todays are warmed by the current sun There never was a yesterday I say Cold complacency resides, then... EYES! Surprise Crashing ice melts on the pulsing pain I remember yester year When everything was fear Pain dulled by time But ever present in my mind I remember how beautiful he was My loving eyes gently caressing betrayal The most painful thought Is a q

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To My Loving Scar by coirby, literature

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To Walk Alone by coirby, literature

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Onward by coirby, literature

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Kindness and Courage by coirby, literature

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coirby

Dec 1, 2010

Hope

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Hope, you are praised exceedingly of how you inspire. You are called the saving grace, the last of the box. But Pandora gave only hurt to this world and you, Bitingly you mock as you hold out a promised drink. Parched mouths wander ever toward you as you cruely step aside. To parted lovers you particularly partake your pleasure You prey on proximity of both time and space Looking from a close distance at what they desire uncertain of each other, ever teetering on the brink of fulfillment Yet never to touch, attainment forever gone What anger, hurt yea and your beloved Despair is felt You are gone so your partner comes to whisper

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coirby

May 31, 2010

Heart and Soul

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Grown at long last but still looking back. quietly dodging rude remarks and coming away happy and unharmed. Growing faster than one would believe, but pining for the home of heart and soul. I am  the wind that shapes mountains, the water carressingly molding and at long last stands still. Is my heart at my side or am I to look back still, pulled by the moon away from the rocky shore? How do I conquer the mountain, heart in hand? Or is it simply a journey for the soul where heart is left at the foot, and I, moving with heavy flight. Yet, it takes both heart and soul to complete the journey much as it takes both water and air to diminish a moun

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May 31, 2010

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static--death

Mar 14, 2008

thank you for the fav!!!

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Dead-Petal

Mar 13, 2008

Thanks for the fav & the compliment

NonplusGray

Mar 13, 2008

Thank you for the fav!

blueizazn

Oct 17, 2007

heey Anne, so i see that you have some time recently to read my work. anyway, check out my deviation "recent work" (i was too lazy to put a name on it). its the first chapter of my new work (i'm taking some time off the untitled one). I desperately need some advice because it's the first time i try to mix prose-poetry and prose into a type of story-telling.

better read it and comment..since i don't get to talk to you at school anymore.

evil-dwarf

Sep 17, 2007

Thank you for adding my poem to your favorites.

evil-dwarf

Sep 24, 2007

Ah, that's very flattering. Thank you.

coirby

Sep 22, 2007

It's a beautiful poem. I'm glad you wrote it.