waterluvr75
Cherry Hill, NJ
age: 33
| Imagination from the otherside
Looking thru my soul’s windows
It starts to rain and visions blurred
Close my shades
To block the rain
Yet to no prevail
Each droplets felt
All once that used to be
Now only etched memories
A past once that was present
Silenced….
Yet taunts from deep inside the closet
Memoirs carved by sorrow
My ears strain to catch a glimpse
That laugh, that voice, those words
Arms ache to feel once more
That hug from daddy’s little girl
For a moment I’m swallowed up
And drunk on the shadows of this moment
I’m on that toll road once more
One that is well worn from our walks
Highly I pay to venture there
Each time more expensive than the last
But all are worth that blessed moment
Even though all is not as it seems
Nevertheless it’s only my inner self-projections
I’ll wake once more from this stolen slumber
& all still will remain the same as before
Just my imagination playing with the otherside
7.17.08 1:00am
[Edited 7/16/2008 10:38:28 PM]
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yearone67
Fairview Heights, IL
age: 40
|  OUTSTANDING!!!
From the otherside one can see the ackward beauty of the rain
(I enjoyed your poem very much, sorrow and pain is shared by many)
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butterflye
Neshkoro, WI
age: 59
| Negativity is born in the gap where love has been excluded.
To see love in the moment you must clean the windows of perception.
Separation is merely an idea, at it's core, reality is unity.
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