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Array ( [sid] => 113482 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Ode to My Treasured Sight [time] => 2006-01-19 22:19:05 [hometext] => Please Comment, I cannot tell how this turned out. It is about the feeling of my happiness because I saw another friends' happiness... happiness that was cause because I did something that no one else was willing to do. [bodytext] => My friend let me see
a unique
sight
that she created because of her own
happiness,
a smile as precious
as the cure for pain.
To witness the
sight again,
I would inspire the will
that guides her
as if her greatness
was the key to my
own survival.
I would release
my soul
as if I was
forever releasing
my problems.

Outrageous sight,
a second of
incredible perfection,
energy to
fuel the weak,
a key to eternal
contentment,
and the solution
to forever
relaxing my
nerves,
mind,
and heart:
my life was honored in this way
by my valued
sight.
It was so beautiful
that for the first time
every limb on my body
felt like it mattered,
mattered so much
that the world
depended on
them to continue
to exist.

Nevertheless,
I took control of
my thoughts
and feelings
as a man does
his tears,
as a snowboarder does
on a death pleading
trick, and
as a child does
with their
innocence
so that my excitement
wasn’t released
into unready
territory.
Like the invisible
wind in the world’s
presence
that carries on
and sweeps away
everything
that gets in the way,
I brushed my feelings
aside and showed a
normal appearing smile.

And the moral of my ode
is this:
Happiness is twice
happiness
and what is comfort is double
comfort
when it’s the matter of
a friend
finding happiness
because you were the
only one who
took a step forward
for her because you
truly cared. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 16 [informant] => AmyLee4Ever [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )

Ode to My Treasured Sight

Contributed by AmyLee4Ever on Thursday, 19th January 2006 @ 10:19:05 PM in AEST
Topic: FriendshipPoetry

My friend let me see
a unique
sight
that she created because of her own
happiness,
a smile as precious
as the cure for pain.
To witness the
sight again,
I would inspire the will
that guides her
as if her greatness
was the key to my
own survival.
I would release
my soul
as if I was
forever releasing
my problems.

Outrageous sight,
a second of
incredible perfection,
energy to
fuel the weak,
a key to eternal
contentment,
and the solution
to forever
relaxing my
nerves,
mind,
and heart:
my life was honored in this way
by my valued
sight.
It was so beautiful
that for the first time
every limb on my body
felt like it mattered,
mattered so much
that the world
depended on
them to continue
to exist.

Nevertheless,
I took control of
my thoughts
and feelings
as a man does
his tears,
as a snowboarder does
on a death pleading
trick, and
as a child does
with their
innocence
so that my excitement
wasn’t released
into unready
territory.
Like the invisible
wind in the world’s
presence
that carries on
and sweeps away
everything
that gets in the way,
I brushed my feelings
aside and showed a
normal appearing smile.

And the moral of my ode
is this:
Happiness is twice
happiness
and what is comfort is double
comfort
when it’s the matter of
a friend
finding happiness
because you were the
only one who
took a step forward
for her because you
truly cared.

Copyright Â© AmyLee4Ever ... [ 2006-01-19 22:19:05]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Ode to My Treasured Sight (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 29th January 2006 @ 06:09:55 AM AEST
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You have a very sweet write here. I truly liked it! Nice work, my friend! :-)

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