Well.. This is New!

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You Are Always There

Mountains of troubles,

Valleys of death.

A breeze blows by,

I feel your breath.

Through the depths of my sorrows,

And seas of my shame,

I hear a birds cry

As you whisper my name.

In times of trouble,

And deepest despair,

It is then that I know

You'll always be there.

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Well this is new. I know I don't normally post random poetry. The closest I get is the song or two that I include at the end of my posts. I've been writing for.... forever I think. I used to carry it all in my little notebooks. Which then doubled to two... and four... and then I gut frustrated so I just typed them up. They are all hidden on my computer in a secret password-protected folder. I don't really know why. I guess mostly because writing poetry is like my diary. It's my insides exposed. But, since I am trying this whole "glass house" thing, I decided to expose myself. So, periodically I'll post one or two of them. Let me know what you all think. 

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Inquisition

A sight was sought; for the soul searches for  inner strength.

'Twas looked upon through a peephole of the heart.

One searches for truth, yet what is found shall pass .

It was Earth that taught us to fear the unknown,

The world itself turned against inhabitants.

A divine inquisition, an enquiring mind.

What is the justification of human life?

An age old inquiry,

A matter without a response.

Solutions given, yet which is steadfast?

For life given, may only be received.

But to whom shall this power be granted?

An omniscient God?

Or a small speck of dust?

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The Fire

It licks my flesh,

Burning my skin…

Yet still goose bumps appear.

The heat tortures me;

A sauna turned too high…

Yet not a drip of sweat is produced.

My hair is  singed.

May as well be spider webs…

Yet I worry not.

I scream out in pure horror,

The pain inflicted too great…

Yet I smile in pure joy.

It burns till it reaches my chest;

I am consumed so completely...

Yet, I am more whole than before.

Love… A burning passion.

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That last one... The Fire... It's my baby. Meaning it means a lot to me. Mostly because I wrote it such a long time ago. And it gave me a scholarship. It was the first time I tried comparisons. 

The first stanza....Is about pure, raw love. The burning flames of passion. The heat of the chemistry between two. But where burn  marks would appear from a fire, goosebumps and chills occur in love. 

Second.... That point where you are with someone and you love them so much, but there is absolutely nothing you can do to ever express the emotion that's felt. It's like torture. Where fire would bring screams of pain and sweat dripping down, love shows those feelings on the inside. 

Third.... Have you ever burnt the hair on your arm? Or left a curling iron on your hair for just an instant too long? Have you smelled the fumes of burning, singed hair? That's what fire does. But love? It lasts till your hair is grey... like spiderwebs... 

Fourth. Honestly, no explanation is needed. It's about raw love. Sex. (Am I allowed to say that?) I know I'm a virgin, but I think the way I described it will do. Right?

Five. Fire tears and ruins things. Rips apart a life, a family... a person. It's painful and destructive. But even though in a lot of ways love and fire are alike, love can only leave you more whole than before. 

Love, a burning passion.