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Name: Beth and Liz
Country: Germany
Metro: Kandern
Gender: Female
Interests: GOD!!!!!!!
writing!!! poetry, the deep ponderings of life, looking into what God has for us .....
sketching, painting, sitting by creeks and listening to the water, running through fields of long grass with wildflowers.....
"we run like we will not run again"
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
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AIM:  oppositeharmony
MSN: canadian_gaucha
Member Since:
2/6/2005
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I am looking through a telescope
at things I once had memorized
your cup of tea
is now my coffee
and as we sip quietly
we recall
living is not gentle,
mostly
existing was meant for love
and sacrifice.
Time
often warns us of
the essence
of pain.
Though returning is well,
bittersweet,
I suddenly morph into a square
while you are a circular
wheel
with spokes- [and one of them has on it, inscribed, my name]
The wheel spins quickly,
blurs,
then slows.
I can read the names.
I still remain.
Just a little bit worn
and scarcely remembered
anymore
But hardly, no...never, in fact
forgotten-
whatsoever.
_________________
I am an empty cup
my years have been spilled
about a glass coffee table.
I am passed around
yet no one seems to drink from me.
And with each empty sip taken
falls a tea leaf
or coffee bean
into me.
Now I am not an empty cup-
rather a mostly empty cup.
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Ah, now who will lend unto me
a small amount of hot water
so someone, anyone, anyone at all
can notice my simple need
for someone
to taste this drink
that knows not where it came from.
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| my friend, just go ahead and take him,
he was never even mine.
what makes you think
it might change anything for me
that you are toying with ideas
of foolish and thoughtless "love"?
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Anything we might have had
would have consisted of the rich and the homeless
I do not want your care from a soup kitchen
I do not want to be your charity
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Run away, I just met you, but run away
go, and don't deny it
I must not be bitter
inside I'm still screaming
the agony of your indifference
you would have forgotten me just the same
if you didn't have a reason
to believe in my transparency
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these days are not ideal for any of us
though few of us know this
drink from whatever God gives you, I suppose, yet
Lord, I pray, let none of this foreign wine
cast on anyone the drunkenness of love
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| These hands write
what this mind longs for:
what I miss. It is a lot of beauty.
About... every other day I find a glimpse of it
in a heartfelt conversation, where we try to find REAL.
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I just saw my "love" pass by (If You were here, you would
in the car of the one I used to love sit across from me, and him,
They looked happy. next to you...)
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Love, I am drinking your favorite coffee.
And there you are, passing by the window.
When I sit and take life in... slow down
I can see so much more.
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Michael Buble, on the radio
It makes the thought of you sweet, free, and cool.... like the jazz.
Light blue converse, on your feet
they give you character...
They make the thought of you innocent and reachable
but... is such true?
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Outside, over there, the snow and barn look like they could be
at the foot of a mountain in Switzerland.
Where we would snowboard, and hike through the snow at night
finding the best hill to watch the stars from
I think we would travel Europe well together.
Are we too much alike? We are not enough alive right now to know..........
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| looking through my old assignment book, i found this. i remember this day so well. he can grace the keys...
just like me, And goodness
why am I waiting. MY DREAMS
are around THAT corner. Just like
I would sit under the stairs and listen to one J,
so I sit and listen to another. Yet this
one plays the piano. and he is in a large room.
that could hold more than a hundred. with his best friend.
And I didn't go in. _____ here's another... the way we looked with cold eyes,
where have you been? but we knew.
will we ever speak more than our eyes in an opposite direction?
perhaps not. When summer rolls, things are different.
Perhaps then, the sun will choose. ____ snow falling, and I still have dreams _____ I'm still not who I used to be,
and ink wont seem to flow
like the pictures in your letter,
the way you said hello
something's missing,
I know it must be you
sometimes I still wake up and don't know where I am
it seems it never happened
and then there's more explaining to do. You smile like you know why we're here- yet you spin in folly
sometimes I envy the "freedom"
I do know the reason- yet
we live in contradiction
to every grain of sand | | |
| and we're really just not understanding each other right now.
i mean, how dull can a voice get on the phone? you're one of my favorite people, but, its like there's some sort of life GONE.
we're so much alike, but really we don't know each other enough. i wish it wasn't like this. i've become like an american relationship.
distant, impersonal, casual, comfortable, and convenient. that's exactly the opposite of the way it should be.
i don't know what to do about it. i'm so bothered by it sometimes. it makes me shiver. i mean, i've never met someone like this before.
its so....odd.
its like a candle in the middle of a dark room. unlit.
rain pours down the edges of the panes, and its almost painful. i wish i could talk about it. i don't even know what it is.
i'm not going to be someone who is ready to disappoint you after every dead end. really, its not like that at all. does the rain depress you? you've been through all kinds of people who have let you slip. I'm not exactly the same as that.
i'm sorry for a broken life you may have had before, and I'm sorry that those you've trusted in have run away. i'm sorry you're too humble to let someone know that you value their presence- its not a bad thing, but they never know.
you're an interesting character.
i'm going to light your candle now.
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