Secrets Of My Soul

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QuietSoul

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Secrets Of My Soul

In the deepness of night,
I awake from sleep and
Find the star that is mine,
I call out to it,
It's glow entombs me,
I feel it's warmth and
All it's power,
That little speck in the
Black sky has taken me,
I'm hidden in it's glory.

The illuminated face that appears,
Has something recognisable,
Even with the beauty
Only an angel has,
I see a human,
In it's eyes I feel it's heart,
And it's heart is connected to mine,
The numbness inside attracts me,
The heart is empty,
It's given all it has.

It's age is not comprehendible,
I realise in that second,
Just before time steals it;
It's glow cannot last all lifetimes,
Maybe all it's glory and
Pride must be put to rest,
For some things are
Too beautiful for any human,
And this angelic face
Must die.

The power this tiny speck
has embedded in itself,
Is too strong to last
In a human's hand,
I cannot control my feelings,
I'm lost in everything
This star holds,
And everything takes me in,
I'm struggling to fight
Something I can't win.

I will die too,
I am the human,
And this shining entity
Is my soul,
I can't last without you,
My fading star,
My dying soul,
Come back and take me
In your glory,
I'm waiting for you merely...



The last few lines aren't right, but I can't think of anything else... if I do, I'll edit this....


Edited poem below.
 
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QuietSoul

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Thank you, Chrissy. I thought it was different as well, and I didn't know if that was good or not.

Thanks again, girl. :)
 
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QuietSoul

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I've adjusted this a little. What do you think of the "poem" now?

Power Of A Secret

In the deepness of night,
I awake from sleep and
Find the star that is mine;
I call out to it.
It's glow entombs me
I feel it's warmth and
All it's power.
That little speck in the
Black sky has taken me,
I'm hidden in it's glory.

The illuminated face that appears
Has something recognisable,
Even with the beauty
Only an angel has,
I see a human.
In it's eyes I feel it's heart,
And it's heart is connected to mine
The numbness inside attracts me,
The heart is empty,
It's given all it has.

It's age is not comprehendible
Just before time steals it,
I realise in that second;
It's glow cannot last all lifetimes.
Maybe all it's glory and
Pride must be put to rest.
For some things are
Too beautiful for any human
And this angelic face
Must die.

The power this tiny speck
Has embedded in itself
Is too strong to last
In a human's hand -
I cannot control my feelings,
I'm lost in everything
This star holds,
And everything takes me in,
I'm struggling to fight
Something I can't win.
 
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QuietSoul

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I've jsut read through a few of my poems, and I must say..... they are all so horrible! At the time of writing them I thought they were ok, but now... uh, just awful.

I don't write anymore.
 
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MJJ_Lover

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Krystal, I think your poems are beautiful, calming and enthralling :). Don't stop -- you have a talent, and a passion, and your artistry will only continue to develop, grow, and will help others and yourself.
 
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privacy

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Of course it's selfish.. people write from their p.o.v :)

Anything that gets out feelings in the most amazing way that you do in your poetry is good, Krys.. please keep writing.

Plus, you owe me a damn good gmail.
 
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MJJ_Lover

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Yess... poetry is from the heart :) (a true expression), and therefore may seem 'selfish', but it's the most amazing way to share your feelings, and thus yourself, with others ... and that's completely selfLESS.

Keep up with the force, don't... don't stop 'till you get enough. :D
 
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