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Rochelle Smith Poem
it was forbidden , a time inside that the visions had forsaken me , and all i had left was the lost inside , feelings that had drown, and i could not hide , was it easier to comitt a suiside to run from the truth all around you , like a tree that needs a new branch should i live and just take a chance sing songs and have a dance. laugh cry im about to die .
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could you behold an empty glass , that left its wine stain ,like that of a broken heart and feelings not in vein, i tore my dress running in a frantic slip , i need to compose and get a grip. i fell hard in love this night , hearing melodeys in my head not remembering a word thats said . love vanishes but yet comes back , id know if it was truely gone , this is not where i belong , flowing is the season how it comes and goes , seeing the tree branches as they touch winds that blow, could you see my tears that had droped from my eyes , heard the sounds from my bellowing crys , i think not , i know you have another . smoldering heat in between the folds my skin is warm and i cannot breath restless and weak is my strenght deminishing . where is life where is love , caught a glimpse of flying dove . iam alive.
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Rochelle Smith Poem
i heard a voice calling to me , it makes me strong , and it inpowers me, it opens the doors to a brand new life , worry and struggle i gave on that life, down the road its comming short and inbetween , wishing i do all i can before my time is through , i see a future not far away , showing me only the right way , making my dreams come true , its a right of passage and it wont be long for in this day ill know another song , it will be sweet , and one i ve wanted to hear , and no more hideing and no more fear , the voice is near its saying your good your ok , just look through to light , and far in the sky , try to accept that we are here to all die , we are born to live and then go , find peace above , my time is near . i must go .
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Rochelle Smith Poem
as the rain settled on my window i could hear a cry from within a single tear drop . and resembles the drops of rain that had rainned that day , it was silent and i had no words left to say , somehow the peace had poured all around me , and your face was all could see , i want to be someone else but all ican be is me , all can see is me the woman inside that use to be a girl is no more , my bones are old now and my heart still warmed by a memory that he gave me , my life is at a stand still , we cant go back all i have is forard now , i wish there wouldnt be so much silence here , but out there all is there is screaming of pain and unlightlessness. still and people reaching for a new way , something happy to say nothing is the same anymore , out there they all want the same things , well fighting misunderstandings all around , mabie we shouldnt hear a sound , is it better to not hear.
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Rochelle Smith Poem
reach out indulge the forces which lead to your begininng ., see me for the new force inside you , oh i know how it looks tempting but iam alive and waiting for it , come slowley toward me , bended knees alsoi will find you begging , lustful and inviteing as you are ill resist. ill know by the way you move the way you touch me , so now can you see the way its always been no its not a sin , its life as we know it , little by bit by bit.
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Rochelle Smith Poem
late tonight i cannot sleep , noises in my head keep me above water , sounds outside id rather hide , is there a time i can slow this prosess, keep the quite in for a while , with an distingusting smile , walk about with glass feet , touching the sky before i die .
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it wa s the black rose that had died but the thornes remained with there sting, the rose has pedals that shrivel and fall , like the worms that crawl, a rose with all its fragrance , soon that will go too. itbeauty is beauitful its touch is light but soon will be out of site. the black rose unlike the other colors is stronger in its life .,but will have its day also of its own darkness.
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in my vision is a gloriious thing , what joy and happiness it can bring , the danceing tree will make you sing , bird in flight stop too birch , , its branches are big and stay alive , in the elements its survies, i can hear the wind blow through the danceing tree , telling me softly to just be me, its beauty is stunning and glows in the sun , its life has only begun . i swirl and turn with delight from danceing trees shinning sight.
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Rochelle Smith Poem
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 knowleg me through the night , if so i knew where i go , but my heart was heavey, and i could only feel pain, the sounds of all these people only keeping me sain . touched from a god that so much power, my arms felt i could reach the highes tower. in this day there is not much hours , i loved the moon cause it glowed so lightly. the stars were bright as the day grew to night . as i sit here gazing out my window , i felt presence ... more »
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distance has its miles far from you iv e been , longing for the time i hold you agagin , like a lover but as a friend , my feeling no more can i pretend , my heart needs time to mend. with each heart beat i see your face , and with each song is you , your touch your embrace , will come again .
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