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Knock, Knock.
Contributed by
softerware
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Friday, 22nd September 2017 @ 12:54:24 PM in AEST
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Hiding from loves ghostly pain;
Trying hard to heal.
Standing in the shadows;
Terrified to feel.
Love lives in the sunlight;
Constantly in motion.
In torn and ragged pieces;
Of second hand devotion.
It comes at best; as just a guest;
And dwells, may I remind you;
In daylights glare, for those who dare;
To stand where love can find you.
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2017-09-22 12:54:24]
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Re: Knock, Knock.
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by JamesStockdale on
Friday, 22nd September 2017 @ 12:57:31 PM AEST
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Wonderful and so true.
Same can be said for a simple friendship. We all need the human touch! |
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Re: Knock, Knock.
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by RICHARD_CAMPBELL on
Friday, 22nd September 2017 @ 07:24:52 PM AEST
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VERY WELL SAID, LOVE, GOES ON NO MATTER WHAT PAIN WE BEAR.LOVE THIS.
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Re: Knock, Knock.
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 24th September 2017 @ 01:01:27 AM AEST
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I love this. Love finds you, not the other way,
mostly it seems. Love captures you,
I know. I didn/'/t see it at first sight, I didn/'/t really
see it at all for a long while, Like I thought
I always did. Yeah, it/'/s resource, it/'/s
kindness, its beauty, beautiful surrounded
me, came looking just for me.
It said hey now, hello. And smiled
broadly, it was a trusting strange smile
an every day smile that was always
there yet somehow hidden.
You know, the accepting smile,
the reassuring smile, a cascading
different degree of protein build up
that fights off bacteria and virus
and goes to work, or holds your hand
and sometimes if your lucky
rubs your bald head,
or maybe its the love of a teach
or the love of any kind of kindness
that another human being bestows
Maybe it is something, love is,
that crawls out from the dank rocks
in the dark searching to find
someone who never thought
it never could exist and then
it enveloped them, grafting
its essence upon them
like a subtle nudge
one could never fully
appreciate
but is.
but is.
love me,
love me not...
tossed like a salad
a turnip
Peace!
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Re: Knock, Knock.
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by Invierno on
Tuesday, 26th September 2017 @ 09:25:45 PM AEST
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You set a consistently high bar on this site. I am blessed to be able to read your new creations; we all are.
Invierno |
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Re: Knock, Knock.
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by Spike on
Friday, 29th September 2017 @ 11:08:42 PM AEST
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Very nice indeed. You do have to put yourself out there to be noticed.
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