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About five years ago I stopped writing anything personal. I had always loved writing especially poetry. But one day I slammed the door on my writing. i was going through alot, and I couldn't deal with the emotional upheaval my writing created. I was so deeply depressed I had trouble getting up in the mornings. It was a struggle to get through the day. It was like the only way to survive was to shut down the part of myself that felt all the pain. What i didn't realize is that by doing this I was also shutting down my creativety. That part of myself that really defined who i was and how I relate to the world.  I have recently started writing again. It feels so strange to me. How something that once came so easily, is now so dificult. Writng used to be easy, right my words flowed natural as breathing. The words flowed from me. Now I find I have to fight to find the right words. its like streching out a muscle after its been in a cast for a while. I have to  rememer how to tap into the writer in me. I thought it would be easier some how. Even though it has been a didcult process, it has also been wonderful. i have forgotten how good it feels to describe a momment or a feeling so perfectly that its like being their again or so that anyone who reads it feels like they are there too. The satisfaction of saying exactly what I want exactly how I want. I also feel a need to share my words. When i was young I would hate for anyone to see my writing. Now I feel a need to share it becaue I can't contain them to myself.I hope that my writing will lead somewhare but if not I know that I can nver stop writing no matter what. I have to write to feel alive.

Nanking

Aug. 2nd, 2007 12:19 am
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This is a poem  I wrote in 2002 for my Facing History and Ourselves class


I looked on in horror

images of rape and death

a baby crying alone amid total destruction

"it would be alright if we only raped them"

bayonet practice

people being mauled

no longer human beings

but sheep and dogs instead

sickness

revolution

anger

how can people have no conscience

where do their souls go?

killing machines

all part of war

denial

immunity of the heart

scars yet to heal

untold sorrow and tears

"bullets bleed holes"

cries unheard

times untold in history

“the forgotten holocaust”

the Rape of Nanking
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"They'll never accept you"
She doesn't know you hear her
what she is really saying is
"I'll never accept you
words
hateful 
intense
life changing yet
not forceful

Her voice
quiet 
measured 
calm
her meaning
sudden
unexpected 
revealed
the blindfold
You self imposed
held in place by years of denial
of love
ripped away
by a supposed act of kindness

the message is clear
you hear the ugly truth
behind the words

You are quiet
still
unmoving
just breathe
she won't notice
won't realize
what she has done
won't know
how her words shattered your 
already fragile, turbulent world
you stare out the window
unseeing
yet really understanding
for the first time
reality setting in
your dreams
hopes
for acceptance and understanding
gone
the last bit of innocence in you
withering away
you felt yourself
dying in the instant
the words fell from her lips

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Floating away

Long to be free

Free of you/free of me

 

Floating away

Outside myself

Touching the sky

Expansion of my mind’s eye

 

Lost in space

In time

Drifting away

Free

 

Free to be

Somebody new

Free to forget

The confines of my body

 

My mind

My pain assuaged

Momentarily

By the night

 

Free to soar above

Suddenly looking forward

Every possibility open

To me

 

Free.

To be

One with the universe

Soul Connected

 

Still

 

I wait frozen in time

Suspended

I can see everything

A part of me

 

 

Free

I am me/The real me

No excuses/no shame

Drifting on the wind

High above

My body

 

I find acceptance

 

My hopes and dreams

Momentarily restored

Made whole

By my out of body experience

 

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words floating on the wind
broadcasted
thoughts and emotions
innermost thoughts
carried by electronic streams
my hopes and dreams
carried with it
for a future
out of my contro l
the fear of rejection
conquered
my hard won words
flying out
into the darkness
hoping for connection

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