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Kristen Greenwood Poem
memories flash back
this, a joyous occasion
winter snow falls down
*Chirstmas
Copyright © Kristen Greenwood | Year Posted 2010
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Kristen Greenwood Poem
I knew I'd find it somewhere along though,
My lonly trails I follow the dark past
"This wasn't the right way," was said I know.
To turn around, truly you would not last.
But to hear is to see and truth believe,
the love i shine, benonthed love to be.
Belittled and scared, was put off, naive
But shined with strength was to be me.
So I stood by you. Innered my true faults.
Finding myself: An inhuman caress.
Hiding away in the midst' of a fault.
Belittling myself to less than less.
Through all this I learned to be as me.
Through all this how i really should so be.
Copyright © Kristen Greenwood | Year Posted 2010
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An eye set on the now
Surrounded in a forbidden, black elegance
Swiftly scanning the ground below
As reds and yellows ignite the once dark sky
And a thought takes flight
In search of opportunity
Forever; An investigation
Curiously but carefully,
Transformation takes time
But excretes a true form
Foraging a forgotten dream
Once held so close and dear to the heart,
Turned upside down
And uplifted sorrows; Alone with the sky
Feeling real matrimony
They enclosed the circle
As the sun clutched his heart
Freeing past complications
And making life seem so simple,
To just keep on living.
Copyright © Kristen Greenwood | Year Posted 2010
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The story of my life started gruesome and cold
No time for existence, as the story unfolds
But I met a special someone eyes as blue as day
And although we couldn't always be together
I knew I'd find a way.
So as the nights grew longer the day had come,
Off to Vancouver away from the sun.
Their lives so different; And parted to be
She painted great pictures for everyone to see.
And as for I days darkened loosing hope with the fact,
Finding the joy that I felt I lacked.
I wrote down my feelings to let it all out
"I hate my life," i felt to shout.
So this story does end happy as you all hoped it to be
This little ol' story of the Painter and Me.
Though I wont tell you the rest to ruin the surprise,
Its ends with us watching the sunrise.
Copyright © Kristen Greenwood | Year Posted 2010
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