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Comment by Jesus Ingles on February 25, 2012 at 11:37am Distance
When night falls
and the moon shines,
sitting on a bench
looking at a waterfall,
listening to the sounds of silence.
The sounds of the night become clear.
The owl in the distance,
the sounds of the birds all but to clear
and the only lights are those
of the moon and a small lantern
sitting next to me.
That is when nature is at its best,
and one can't help but wonder...
Why can't my life be this calm,
simple and clear.
Why can't I be next to the one I love,
and I realize,
distance is nothing but a place.
Then a wolf howls at the moon.
The same moon that I
and the one I love are dreaming under.
And the wolf pack can't be far behind.
For distance is nothing but a place.
And a place in my heart,
for the one I love,
will always exist.
Alex
Comment by MissKitka on February 24, 2012 at 2:18pm Miss Kitka
Forever 3 days from feral
Forever appearing humble
Forever dedicated and loving
Forever playfully wild
Forever knowledgeable
Of things we can only guess
Don
Comment by MissKitka on February 24, 2012 at 2:17pm The song
Yes, in a book
understandable like a poem set to music
a thing about the mind,
about the mind understanding,
from one type of media to another,
of combining in a more complex way
that makes it seem simple.
Don
Comment by MissKitka on February 24, 2012 at 2:15pm A letter home
It's time to write
in an extreme state
so pure the hate, the rage, the sorrow
acid appears as water
like the heavens at night
the points of light seem beautiful
but so violent in reality
i must understand tomorrow
what I know today
Don
Comment by MissKitka on February 24, 2012 at 2:13pm Forever
Forever fades away
So sad is forever
forever is forever
being sad is forever
When it is life it's forever
I am incorporeal
I am not really here
I can't be here
this can't be real
Why.......
Because I care
Because I feel
I have to feel sad
My lot in life
My reason for being
I could have been anything
But that never happened
Instead I became compassionate
And then I began to suffer
Because I care
Don
Comment by MissKitka on February 24, 2012 at 2:10pm My Life In Exile
Feeling alone, no fault of my own
Others just believe it's me
Friendship is a sacred trust
Most don't know what it means
Thoughtless drones don't have to think
Just buried in sports and useless things
Worry 'bout things that matter to none'
The goals that no one understands
The thoughts that no one cares to hear
Their all mine and I don't care
Don
Comment by Jesus Ingles on February 24, 2012 at 1:11pm Beauty
The rainbow in the sky
reminds me of your beauty.
The beauty that your eyes represent
is that of a brown setting
along the mountains
at the end of a long day.
While your mouth full of red,
reminds me of a red rose
in the rose garden of love.
Alex
Comment by Jesus Ingles on February 24, 2012 at 12:54pm A Love Reciprocated
The most wonderful part about an existence
Is when the love you give
Is finally reciprocated.
To be able to say,
"Te quiero, mi amor"
Alex
Comment by MissKitka on February 23, 2012 at 2:51pm What I am or what I was
After 45 years bipolar is
Like a stranger in my mind now
I used to know and I used to love
It used to be me, mine
And made me what I am or.... was
With drugs I am different
Without drugs I would surely be lost
And yet still think about suicide
Which is not supposed to happen
Because of what I am or.... was
The pitiful me that is left
Must be loved like a stray kitten
Fed and cared for with all my will
And is the key to feeling good
In spite of what I am or.... was
Don
Comment by MissKitka on February 23, 2012 at 2:47pm Lithium
Limits depression
Limits mania
These things are me
My true and natural self
The ultimate sacrifice
To give up my soul
For family and friends
Yesterday always looks better
I want, everyday
To be somewhere where
I can be myself
To cry and fly to my heart's content
Instead I sit here
wait to cry and be sad, somewhat
wait to fly, and be manic, somewhat
I want extreme because
That's who I am
Don
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