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Dec 11, 2008, 11:15 AM
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When Monsters Die
I hear you say I hear you say That you are with me In my mind In my mind I see you stand There are monsters There are monsters All around me I am afraid I am afraid Please hold my hand I hide my face I hide my face Against their gnashing Their pointed fangs Their pointed fangs All set to bite I fear I'll be I fear I'll be Their latest dinner Please hold on Please hold on To my hand tight The monsters switch The monsters switch They change their colors From baby blue From baby blue To rageful red The friendly face The friendly face Of my companions Become these ghouls Become these ghouls Inside my head So when I cry So when I cry Because I fear you Please know this Please know this It's hard to see My eyes get blind My eyes get blind From all the sorrow My ears are deaf My ears are deaf As deaf can be So sit with me So sit with me Where I can feel you And hold my hand And hold my hand So that I know The touch of warmth The touch of warmth That speaks of human The feel of skin The feel of skin Where blood does flow Will one day come Will one day come When I see clearly Beyond the ghouls Beyond the ghouls That cloud my eye? To see you real To see you real Without the shadows When trust can live When trust can live And monsters die? |
 pachyderm
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#2
Dec 11, 2008, 11:54 AM
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((((((((((peaches))))))))))))))))
I like it thank you for sharing it with us. 
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Dec 11, 2008, 12:49 PM
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I'm moved Peaches I have a poem I wrote a long time ago with much time in between stanzas . It still rings true for me. Id like to echo you with it. ******************************** no title yet Impailed by supercillious thoughts Left in thier shadows Cast by your absence Please, do not retire. Remove your dark shroud And see amazing colors ************************* Tap me on the shoulder when you share again please. Thank you Peaches  Aurora
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Dec 11, 2008, 02:30 PM
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Thank you for sharing. I'm sure T will appreciate it.
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"What is Real? asked the Velveteen Rabbit one day. "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." -The Velveteen Rabbit by Marjorie Williams |
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Dec 12, 2008, 09:15 AM
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Thank you all so much for allowing me to share with you.
I like your poem, Aurora. If at some time you'd like to talk about the circumstances that prompted the writing of your poem, I'd love to hear about it. |
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Dec 12, 2008, 09:16 AM
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I emailed the poem to my t, and she emailed back:
"I'm honored that you're sharing this with me, and I'll do my best to help you be rid of the monsters." |
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