tosakarade
Bluelighter
I'm delving into my sacred little book to see which of my precious thoughts i will choose to share today. This one is totally unedited and will stay that way 'cause it encaptures my sorrow, fear and grief of the moment. Still love to hear your comments though!!!
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So many things have happened
So many things have changed
Yet why do I feel like I'm in a cycle
Why everything seems the same.
I try to tell me what you'd want
"Only the best for me"
So why can't I do it?
To let you go...and set us both free.
I'm here finally able to do what I want
To be what I want to be
Yet I still manage to be stuffing that up.
I know you only want what's best for me.
But now I don't think I know anymore
Just what it is I want
Where I'm going, what I'm doing,
It's all just so uncertain.....
I hate that feeling of uncertainty,
Not knowing where life leads.
I believe in fate, that things happen for a reason,
But I like to feel in control of that reason.
I wish I could hear you voice again,
Try and remember the way it sounds.
I'd recognise it in an instant
I'd know right then that it was you.
So why can't I hear it in my head?
Why can't I remember that?
I'll hear a tape or video
I can try to listen...remember,
Implant it in my brain.
But only moments after I turn it off
I've forgotten once again.
I love you Dad
With all my heart
That will never go away
But please, let my heart stop aching
From the love I'm feeling today.
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I think poetry is written mostly for pleasure, by which I mean the pleasure of pain, horror, anguish and awe as well as the pleasure of beauty, music and the act of living.
~Kenneth Slessor~
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So many things have happened
So many things have changed
Yet why do I feel like I'm in a cycle
Why everything seems the same.
I try to tell me what you'd want
"Only the best for me"
So why can't I do it?
To let you go...and set us both free.
I'm here finally able to do what I want
To be what I want to be
Yet I still manage to be stuffing that up.
I know you only want what's best for me.
But now I don't think I know anymore
Just what it is I want
Where I'm going, what I'm doing,
It's all just so uncertain.....
I hate that feeling of uncertainty,
Not knowing where life leads.
I believe in fate, that things happen for a reason,
But I like to feel in control of that reason.
I wish I could hear you voice again,
Try and remember the way it sounds.
I'd recognise it in an instant
I'd know right then that it was you.
So why can't I hear it in my head?
Why can't I remember that?
I'll hear a tape or video
I can try to listen...remember,
Implant it in my brain.
But only moments after I turn it off
I've forgotten once again.
I love you Dad
With all my heart
That will never go away
But please, let my heart stop aching
From the love I'm feeling today.
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I think poetry is written mostly for pleasure, by which I mean the pleasure of pain, horror, anguish and awe as well as the pleasure of beauty, music and the act of living.
~Kenneth Slessor~
