Memoir of thy old self (old poems '02-'03)

Suddenly came a spark that breathes life into dust
Molded in a gentle yet uncertain bin
Creating an angel so wild, so free…
In the darkness she unravels herself
In the light she disappears
A cry underneath her speaks of angst
A call from within her unleashes a terrified soul
What is she made for?
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She wakes up with sunshine on her face
In a haven that speaks of her being
Another day she must face uncertain
She wanted to hide the shadows in her eyes
In a crystal veil smoked and tinted
She wanted to run with the wolves and be free
Leaving the ghost that haunts her dreams
To bare everything until vulnerability is complete
To take off the mask for the world to see
Without shame or fear
See the real me!
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In a long and lonesome road
Where everything is unsure
Blind curves and dark alleys suggests risks
Hurdles of blades make the journey complicated
Army of death guards the most coveted gift
To risk or not at all is the ultimate question
Destiny is what we make it
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Body shimmering with bitter sweat
Fragrant hair tied in chains
Looking straight beyond faceless strangers
Far-out thoughts collated
Starving screams from the pit neglected
Painful lump gone unnoticed
Presence unknown amidst presence
In a vast ocean beyond perception
A spell that binds time beyond infinity
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Exhausted…
Body and soul
Exhausted…
Heart and mind
Exhausted…
Psyche, being, wholeness
Apocalypse…
Gift of rest
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In the midst of nowhere is the heart of wisdom
It is diamond in mud
In a magical world where magic never works
In a bed of nails where tenderness lay
Floating in the river of agony is the most coveted joy
In turbulence is peace
In pain is relief
Only in darkness can a spark be a guiding light
A long journey test’s a horse’s strength
And only those who risk can unhorse the emperor
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Blindfolded was I when I took the journey
In my pinion hides a searching spirit
In my cup a bitter potion that heals a wounded soul
Direction unknown as darkness engulfed my wholeness
Chains around my ankles braces my numbness
BREAK FREE!
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