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Hands

Hands ©April 8, 2000
Grandfather, your hands are so strong, Weathered by the sun and wind, My hands are gentle and delicate, Pale and unmarked.
Grandfather, your skin is rough and dry, Spotted and big, Mine is smooth and soft, and Freckled.
Grandfather, your hands are getting thin, But they’re still strong and willed, Mine are strong now too, but still delicate.
Grandfather, your thumb is green, Your fingers are gnarled, Mine are agile and graceful, But now I have a few light scars.
Grandfather, the wa

In memory of my grandfather.

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Healing MyselfHealing Myself December 1, 2009

I sit down to write To touch my dark emotions Yet I find a pleasant emptiness.
I thought I would be sad. I thought I would be angry. I thought I would be lonely.
Poetry to express this solitude Poetry to express I miss you Poetry to express a void in my heart.
I thought I would cry. I thought I would yell. I thought I would sleep.
I am happy to be with you But I didn't realize that because of you I can be happy without you.
I wait for your call. I wa Healing Myself
by *AkikoKalla

BreatheBreathe November 11, 2009
The darkness closes in around you, Stealing life's breath, As you struggle to reach the surface, Knowing the struggle may be all you can do.
Through medicine and IV's, Through needles and tubes, As they race to find the answer
And put together clues.
Are you still here?   Can you feel this pain? When you close your eyes do you wish for sleep?
The fluid still drains, An infectious pus, Plaguing your breath As you open your eyes.
Taxing your reserves Your body s Breathe
by *AkikoKalla

DesolationDesolation October 7, 2009

And so, it has come to this.
The devastation of the path I chose, The depression in my heart consumes me, And yet, through the tears I almost feel free.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of my old self, The person I used to be not so long ago, And I wonder how many doors I have closed.
This is not what I wanted.
I've exchanged drink for pills, Searching for the reason, And choosing isolation.
Maybe doctors are wrong...
Give me back my time,
Give me back my life, & Desolation
by *AkikoKalla

TransformTransform

What should support, hurts, What should calm, hurts, What should inspire becomes a barrier, But I still believe.
Who should support, hurts, Who should love, hurts, The unconditional becomes conditional, And yet I still believe.
Safety turns to insecurity, Confidence turns to destruction, Inspiration turns to desolation, Why do I believe?
Growth turns to regression, Purpose turns to suffering, Where is this transformation going?
The tears keep falling, The anger keeps rising, &n Transform
by *AkikoKalla

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Confuzzlement

Sun Dec 13, 2009, 11:26 PM

Sometimes the truth is difficult to decipher. Logic tells me this makes no sense, experience tells me logic is sometimes wrong. My heart tells me his voice sounds genuine, my brain tells me my heart is blind. Perhaps in matters such as these only time will reveal the truth.

My head hurts but oddly enough I feel trust and an almost relaxed state...it's very weird and I'm not sure what to make of it. Maybe it's some level of acceptance I wasn't aware of regarding the situation; or perhaps I have come to terms with some part of myself that was fueling my insecurities and loneliness; or maybe it is that I know the path I will take regardless.

It's time for sleep.

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Mood: Stumped
Listening to: a purring kitty
Reading: Mists of Avalon
Watching: my computer screen
Playing: World of Warcraft
Drinking: Chocolate Milk

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There is no answer, no solution,
I have no power and no voice,
And at the end of the day,
It doesn't matter to some.

But even without a voice,
I cannot turn my back on
What the children have taught me,
Because my voice mattered to them.

Devious Info

Favourite poet or writer: Tolkien
Favourite style of art: Surrealism
Wallpaper of choice: WoW: Secrets of Ulduar
Favourite game: World of Warcraft
Favourite gaming platform: PC
Favourite cartoon character: Subaru Sumeragi
Tools of the Trade: Pencil, Paper, Computer, Music

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~bayleef Dec 28, 2005, 9:25:15 PM

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