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Walking on Water Who has the right to sayWalking on Water by =FrizzieKizzie
What is right and wrong
If our hearts tell us that it is so?
To speak and sing in prose
Flowing sinuously like a stream
Through the forest
How many hearts
Must be broken
To illustrate one man's point?
How many lives
Must be destroyed
To satiate one woman's grief?
Neither you or I
Can walk on water
Except the forces
That hold us together
As One
Darling Girl You are stronger than you knowDarling Girl by =FrizzieKizzie
Brave, beautiful and strong
Are just some of the things that you are
Life is hard
And most people know that
Is an understatement
Always remember that you have
The people who love you
Forever and always
And when the road seems rough
Remember that you will come out at the end
It might just take a while
So next time you feel
That the world has abandoned you
Read this
And remember
That we love you
Very much indeed
My Mortal, Your Immortal I don't want to be without youMy Mortal, Your Immortal by =FrizzieKizzie
Ever
To walk this planet alone once more
Is a thought that I cannot bear
My darling,
You lived without me once before
And you can do it again
For you are the strongest individual that I know
What you say is true
I can live without you, but I cannot love
It will not be the same as it one was
I could not miss what I did not know
But now that I have known your love,
Kindness,
Selflessness and
Gentle soul,
It will never be the same
Now that I have known you
I will always love you
Till my dying day
And forever more
For my body may not be immortal
But my soul is
And I will rem
Kiss Me and I'll Come Home No matter how many milesKiss Me and I'll Come Home by =FrizzieKizzie
You try to put between us
I will never forsake you
Or your love
Baby, all you've got to do
Is kiss me and I'll come home
My body aches for
Your strong touch
As my hands grasp
The empty sheets where you should be lying
Baby, all you've got to do
Is kiss me and I'll come home
Now my body is round and swollen
With your baby
Nestled safely inside me
Baby, all you've got to do
Is kiss me and I'll come home
Standing at your graveside
Holding onto our child's
Podgy little hand
If I kiss you now darling,
Will you come home?
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Writing Writing is an immensely private thing. Most find it boring to watch, whilst others have no care for it at all. It is a very small minority that is quite large (insert contradiction here) for whom writing is everything. It is like oxygen, we cannot live without it. Each letter that is typed or written holds a meaning, always important to the creator/author - whichever you want to call it. All writing is beautiful, maybe not a first sight, but beauty is always present in writing.Writing by =FrizzieKizzie
I think it can be one of the few things (if not the only thing) on this earth that can bear the name 'perfect'. Writing brings closure, joy, hope, but also pain, mise
I Don't Love Them I am pregnant with hateI Don't Love Them by =FrizzieKizzie
Fury and Anger are my children
Sadness is my husband
But I don't love them
They make me a stranger
To myself
And I hate them for it
They take whole days of my life away
And dedicate it to themselves
I don't love Them, but I love You
The Grave Digger's Handbook I stand at your marble sideThe Grave Digger's Handbook by =FrizzieKizzie
My fingers run over the indented text
Are you here?
I'll consult the book, that will tell me
It's a cold morning
And the mist is swirling around
It leaves Nature's tears on my cheek
On your stone
And my Book
An Insane Mind The scribblings of an Insane mindAn Insane Mind by =FrizzieKizzie
Are certainly one of a kind
Sitting on his palm
Or laying in your arms
Falling apart at the seams
Doing and thinking
Irrational things
The ramblings of an Insane mind
Are certainly one of a kind
'Cause they come from my Insane mind
89. I Dance with Suicide Let's step onto the Dance Floor89. I Dance with Suicide by =FrizzieKizzie
Hand in hand
And begin our graceful performance
As you twirl me
Around the marble floor
Every heartbeat is faster
A limited amount of time
Approaches quick and fast
So we learn the steps effortlessly
The final performance
Done in time
In complete rhythem
Nothing is practiced
All is improvised
What will the end result be?
The ignorance in bliss
The bliss of ignorance
But I walk away
I will keep going
I will keep dancing
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The Mountain Mania The Mountain ManiaThe Mountain Mania by !draken230
High atop the Mountain Mania
There lies a palace full of bliss
Towering over a valley abyss
And its here that dwell the people called pain
Who know and behold what's torturously sane
Do you hear their wrenched calls
As they come to siege the palace walls
They call their high emperor down
To rule on even ground
This Waking Dream Her beauty is that of a dreamThis Waking Dream by !draken230
found lost among these waking hours
Blowing down reality right at its seams
leaving hard hearts cracked under her power
So love again flows through a world hardened vains
Opening up a closed world to that of dreams
December 2nd I would write your poemsDecember 2nd by ~ClearSound
in the back of my mind
quiet and dying and
sipping wine.
(this drip-drip-drip-ed like
water from a showroom faucet)
"Darling, oh
send me a note of a piece of the sun,
of the scattered light the
bluebirds had sung,"
Of Half-Filled Words She is not a flutterbird.Of Half-Filled Words by *IrrevocableFate
Her fingers are skittish,
her smile is not.
Do not fear that you will
drive it away.
Sadness is her fumbling limb.
It is unwanted, yet
necessary.
When it is January
she will tell you,
"I am still struggling.
And I am becoming so many people
all at once.
A conglomeration of beauty that
I have managed to mangle.
Please, do not be sad for me."
Sometimes her sorrow is
meant for you. But mostly her.
Those specks and spots
of ocean storm lulls
reveal her truths:
ones she does not want
to extract from herself.
Her heart is not a rabbit.
When it beats
faster, faster, faster,
you need not
run harder
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I primarily write emotional literature, and occasionally explore prose. Poetry is the one thing I believe I am good at 
I am currently job hunting as well 
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Proud founder of #Written-LoveContributor at #Writing-My-Soul
Writing comes from the heart...
