Oh Heavenly Father by Desmond Naaten O'keeffe - [182 words]
My Island by Toni Jaquay Lynch My own secret meaning. [43 words]
Lunarurbanizedinsight. by Martin De Leon the space between the molecular structure of air and abstractness. (spaced out like sun ... [153 words]
La Physicalidad De Memoria. by Martin De Leon streaks of visual sound. cecil taylor meets christian marclay. "the dalai lama of t... [93 words]
In A Cardboard Box by Arthur Henry Isaacson Memories stored away but not discarded. [111 words]
I Believe (Love) by ~Blythe~ I wrote this for one of my best friends in all the world. I believe it was totally and 100% fa... [393 words]
Free At Last by Arthur Henry Isaacson The agony of divorce or separation. There are no easy answers. Nothing is black and white. [80 words]
Epitaph by Arthur Henry Isaacson Why are we here and who will remember? [164 words]
Crowded by Toni Jaquay Lynch Something I observed one day. [31 words]
Aurora. (For The Unknown Author...) by Martin De Leon Textual phonograph. The cyclical nature of emotional existence. Here/now. B... [119 words]
Asleep At Last by Richard Koss A man in a hospital bed is having difficulty falling asleep, but he soon will... [152 words]
When My Atlantis by Toni Jaquay Lynch Its a poem of something I lost a long time ago. [86 words]
Theos by Toni Jaquay Lynch Something that just came to me. [224 words]
The Attack Of Love by Erin D. Traynum (For Kantrell Who Gave Me The Title) The experience of living and fulfilling the purpose of... [88 words]
No Title by William W. Degravelles - [67 words]
My Unavoidable Hell by Erin D. Traynum Can't really explain, would appreciate any feedback that you would like to give. [89 words]
Life's Course by Erin D. Traynum Just about the pressure of living. [260 words]
I Look Quickly Away by Erin D. Traynum A poem that I wrote when I first kissed my current boyfriend. [115 words]
Heart Wide Open by Toni Jaquay Lynch I wrote this when I found out about the coming of my second child. [51 words]
El Vientre De La Mente. (Gray Noise) by Martin De Leon - [89 words]
Conformity by Erin D. Traynum About the pressures that I feel toward conforming to society and its views. [102 words]
Authority by William W. Degravelles typical pissed off teenager poem [44 words]
A Night Of Love Making by Erin D. Traynum Just a poem. [35 words]
What Kind Of Man Are You by Janae D Anthony The morals of a man. This poem was based on some things I've seen on television, compi... [225 words]
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Simply But A Mockingbird by Christy Mack A lonely person who finally figures out he needs love and when he might find it relize... [288 words]
No Title. (Verbalremixoflovepoem) by Martin De Leon this is a piece applying the aesthetic utilized in dj culture of remixing and... [156 words]
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TITLE (EDIT)
Thoughts Caught On Paper |
DESCRIPTION
A collection of poems.
Little Bird - is about breaking away, to find the impression love makes, good or bad, never leaves.
Survivor - for me is peeling apart the layers of the soul. It is to the unsung heros whose demons they have slayed.
Love's Regret - It is for the one I let slip away.
Illusions - another shedding of the skin, make of it what you will.
The Passing of a Sovereign - Rhyming prose that started from it floated down you lost your crown...
The Magic of the Spell - more thoughts caught on paper.
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AUTHOR
Teresa Little |
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
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[August 2000] |
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (1)
Home To You (Poetry) Ever drive through the night with that one person traipsing through your mind? Wanting to fly, wishing hours were minutes. So did I. [139 words]
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Thoughts Caught On Paper
Teresa Little
Little Bird
Did you think you'd be left alone
When the wing you mended
Flew off to the great unknown?
Divine Grace,
Placed in your path one cold and windy day.
Helpless and forlorn,
With gentle hands, you vowed
To Keep her safe and warm.
Love you wanted only in return.
You kept her too long,
This wild bird.
Breaking her spirit
While you feared the lost and unexplored.
Now you watch her
Fly across the night sky.
The song she sings-
Freedom reborn.
You will never know in your sad pity
The life you saved
Also sings for you,
For the love you gave
The lessons learned
And the truth that
We are never truly alone.
Survivor
When the darkness comes, oblivion.
The silence engulfing,
I try not to scream my rage.
When I crawl inside, dream not the bad.
Just shut my eyes.
Push it out, this hungry pain.
Push them away, these worthless thoughts
kept twisting and turning.
The vultures of my soul,
picking apart my memory, unraveling the old.
Healing me with each layer stripped away.
Tears and rain come wash me clean.
Then turn me to the sun.
Bleach my bones a brittle white.
Leave me under.
A flower hidden amongst the dust, a flower rare,
once trampled and broken,
now filled with seed, ready to bloom.
Love's Regret
I ache with the longing of love unrequited
yearning
ever yearning for more
those starry eyes
my soul's divide
there is so much more
than can be said
so much more than I can give
Illusions
Secrets fly under a butterfly's wings,
Caught whispering on the wind,
And rattling in the cattails.
Finally free�
Once I cried
Wishing sweet release.
Needing more than a little peace
I left it all behind.
Including my mind
Swept up in the rush,
Denying my secret, hush.
Now for all to see,
What is left of me.
Behind the mask,
Beyond the glass,
Stretched to eternity,
Under silent unity
I am nothing more than an amenity.
The Passing of the Sovereign
Everything is made to cling,
it is the state of things
You are useless to defend
What you can not mend
It floated down
You lost your crown
The news we hail
While you bail.
Ousted from the throne,
You no longer own.
So forlorn
We'll never mourn
Listen to us cheer
Still you leer
Trapped by time
Deep within your mind
Say goodbye
We wait for you to die.
The Magic of the Spell
It taunts with an outstretched hand,
prickling the skin,
unseen and unheard.
I feel it there,
Heavy in the air.
Unworldly,
Outside the bounds,
Playing the demon
Amongst mortal fears.
Can not
Flee or fight
What is shielded
From the light.
It dances the rhythm of my frantic heart
And spikes the edges of my hair.
With animated delight
Its jaws I feel
Clamp down on me.
Blackness looms just ahead.
Glimpsed from the corner,
Of another realm
I see
It laughs at me.
The magic of the spell.
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COPYRIGHT NOTICE
© 2000 Teresa Little |
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
November 2000 |
NUMBER OF TIMES TITLE VIEWED
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