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I Keep Telling My Self

i keep telling myself  he's not for me , the one i need is not ment to be, oversea's 
love's and around the world come's to find me in a fantasy world . dream's...

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Categories: heavey, devotion, me, world, heart, dream, dream, heart,
Form: I do not know?

Killing Bobby

In their home they make me ashame
they're not aware of my pain
I will run,there's much to gain
I don't look back & my spirit sings
    
In my mind my legs are wings
freeing me...

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Categories: heavey, angst, death, loss, sad, sympathy, me, heart,
Form: Narrative

This Journey You Travel

THIS JOURNEY YOU TRAVEL

          SOMTIMES IN LIFE WE OFTEN WONDER
          WHY STORMS COMES OFTEN AS THEY DO,
...

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Categories: heavey, inspirationalgod, faith, god, jesus,
Form: I do not know?

Between You and Me

Some of the little things
That tried to brake us apart
Should of made us strong in our hearts
Because you are the love of my life
I love being your wife
I treasure all our moments together
It is the...

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Categories: heavey, love, song-wife, work, funny, life, love, me,
Form: Lyric

Missing You

The months have past by so quickly that there isn't a day that dont go by, that I wish you were still here to get me through a bad day. Not a day goes by...

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Categories: heavey, beautiful, cry, encouraging, mom,
Form: Lyric

The Hollow Tree of Wisdom

T  H  E                     T  H  E     ...

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Categories: heavey, wisdom,
Form: Concrete

Pain of Love

I'm feeling blue
it's not true I know not why
because I do

    It's like a rock in my heart
feels heavey and very sharp
the pain of loving you
is as real as cutting out my...

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Categories: heavey, life, lost love, love, me, love, me,
Form: Romanticism

Perfection

How do you measure perfection?
Is it something you can see?
What do we have to compare it to?
Nothing's perfect and never will be

Perfection is in the eye of the beholder
It's all just a matter of taste
But...

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Categories: heavey, life
Form: Rhyme

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Beneath a Tree Diary Entry Winter Equinox 1670

Diary Entry Winter Equinox 1670

Upon the twelfth hour of Winter's gail, for a moment a glorious splashed painting appear.... as the sullin clouds run...run onward toward the east.....

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Categories: heavey, nature, poetry, seasons, words,
Form: Haibun

Emotions

morning (the morning was still as my face shined in sun , my days had just begun , winds blowing all around me my hair flew in it , i could use my mind to...

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Categories: heavey, on writing and words, me, night, day,
Form: Acrostic