Poem devoted to 'missiontohell', thx for conv on 16th sweetie

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  1. DrivEthermissIon

    DrivEthermissIon Banned Member

    I'm honoured to be your friend Dana, truly honoured, I mean that, I'm not lying, or false, or joking.

    Through someone else's eyes...

    A speckled, chartreuse butterfly sits on my window ledge.
    As I watch, it turns away, taking flight.
    Why don't we exist in a place where she is my friend?
    Where we talk with one another, rather than live alone in each sight.

    While opening a fairytale, I glance along syllables blue and black,
    Losing my soul for pages of love, and flawless landscapes.
    I would prefer if a novella could hold me in it's arms,
    Soothe me with caressing words, rock me into a tragic dreamscape.

    I have friends who can't glide across canyoned, emerald waters,
    Parents who cannot truly live on that faraway, golden star.
    I feel my pain inside - trapped, cold and aloof;
    Rather than watching it melt into ice-spirals and operatic bars.

    I make do with a precious sphere of kindness,
    Helping enemies when I can, easing perdition in the weak,
    Caring equally for soldiers of virtue and virulence,
    Yet never hoping to glimpse the honest fulfilment that I seek.

    So many worlds exist on my wounded and reverent horizon,
    That I feel serene at the terrible nightmares I walk through.
    As the magic and morose road leads to the stars,
    There I'll be someday, only as myself - so scarred, and so blue.

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    DrivEthermissIon Banned Member

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    DrivEthermissIon Banned Member

    *hugs* :IrishDoll:
  4. Scully

    Scully Well-Known Member

    Thank so much. It's beautiful. I love it and its depth I brush with the fingers of my soul. I keep it dear, and you know how much I keep things from the heart dear. A warm love in an empty box like a Ray of sun making the blind to see. I know you'll know what I mean. Love you Chris, my friend.
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