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The Lie by Wikke
23:11 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 526

Woke up this morning

Trying hard to hide my melancholy

I joined you for breakfast

And we continued our lie



Every day it is similar

You are cheery

And so am I

Our terrible lie



Can you imagine a time

When we awoke and did not speak

Realizing our moods would cause tension

Tension caused by too little life?



I do wish sometimes

As I leave for work sullenly

Dreading the day already

Weeping far within



The lie, terrible and unending

Would cease to be

And I would know the real you

And you the real me



But, the lie drags on for now

For it is not written in the stars

And perhaps it will never be

I am my own companion



The dreaded truth

Gathered in a lifetime

Sentenced for an eternity

Realized too late

A Lesson by Monica-Angel Gellar
23:10 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 527

I've learned a lot of lessons

In the short time I have lived

I've learned how to appreciate

And I've learned how to give.



But in these past few months

There's two I'll remember most

I've learned how to love

And I've learned to let go.



You entered my life with such a force

And left it with one as strong

And though we tried to make it last

We both knew it wouldn't be long.



I lie at night and think about

How I'm the one to blame.

If only I would have trusted you,

I could have missed this pain.



And so I spent each day of my life

With my heart in pieces

And when I thought it could never be cured,

Something happened; I expected it least.



I guess my soul was all cried out,

And it was tired of being used.

And even though I know I'm guilty,

I was tired of being accused.



And so I've learned to end this

Without an urge to cry

These are my final words to you,

"I love you and goodbye."

The Darkness by Christinia
23:09 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 528

If only it were so simple,

to cruise through life smelling roses;

but the obstacles blacken the countryside,

and we unwittingly crush them beneath our boots.



Dreams sustain us through the madness;

goals give a finish line to our race.

Yet they change with every turn, around every wall,

and remain elusive throughout the quest.



Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage;

we will drag them with us to slow us down.

The victories are flashes of light, sudden and unlasting, which allow us

to glimpse the road ahead before darkness descends.



Love is bitter, yet it is the bread that keeps us.

Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us.

The people whom we love shape our destinies and our strengths,

yet leave us cold and alone in the darkness.



There are others trying to race to the end;

occasionally, we bump into one or two.

The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely

but eventually, we lose each other in the darkness.



Alone is not a bad way to be;

it clears your head and focuses you on the journey.

Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others,

but be prepared to walk alone in the darkness.

My Love Left On A Saturday by Michael Perez
23:07 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 529

My belt loosens slowly.

Reminders of you stay fresh

in murky ponds of suffocating tadpoles.

Wake me in the morning,

when the sun shines again.

It's frightening when all I know

falls apart.

And all I know is you.

Hunger squeezes me tighter.

My soul sags with exhaustion.

Ashtrays fill with sleepless nights.

Weeping intensifies my anxiety.

Can tomorrow come without you...

here today?

The cheap chandelier falls on my face.

The rose filled lamp explodes in my hands.

Pain is unrecognizable.

All I knew was you.

You.

My love.

Remembrance by Brier
23:05 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 530

She remembers it all,

All the people who had said

They cared, but did they really?



She remembers it all,

The sound of laughter and

How happy she'd been, but was she really?



She remembers it all,

His arms around her and

He said "I love you," but did he really?



She remembers it all,

The pain she'd felt when he left,

How her heart ached, but was it really?



She remembers it all,

The feeling of being so alone,

The feeling no one cared, but did they really?



But now they'll remember her,

Staring at the knife in her hand

How easy to slit her wrists, but will she really?

I Regret by Dreamcatcher
23:04 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 531




My God, why did you take my mother?

Angles took the wrong one - not her - another.

Regret is a feeling that I feel everyday;

You took her from me, and I didn't say -



"I Love You, Mom," in my own way;

Only to hear her say it back to me.

God, why couldn't you just let us be?

She didn't deserve to die;

Didn't deserve to be in pain,

Only to leave me here asking you why -

Night after night when I cry in vain.

Perfect Even In Death by Lil' Red
23:03 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 532

No one remembers,

I cannot say why

Only thing I keep thinking

Is that nobody tried



You were mine, only mine

No one knew you like me

I don't know why He couldn't

Just let you be



We shared so much

In our short time together,

And the time that we shared

Has made memories forever



So much I learned,

So much I lost -

Everything turned, toppled

And tossed



Butterfly flutters, then turns

And kicks . . .

Then, that sad day . . .

Was my mind playing tricks?



No cry, no movement,

not even a Breath . . .

As you lay on my tummy -

Perfect even in death



When I think of you now

At the age you would be,

A beautiful "big boy"

Is the child I see



My son you were,

My son you'll always be

And One -

That is us;

You and Me

Something by Raquel
23:02 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 533

And so it came to be

this isolation that I am

I can only look to me

to find the way it all began -

this confusion, constant

hunger for something more than this

I strive to find this being

that I envision, yet seem to miss.

Could it be that I am empty-

or maybe a little lost?

Could it be that I am lonely,

or seek happiness at any cost?

This never-ending Something

that I am living deep inside,

depicts the illusion of myself

and all I have to hide.

For Sean by jenawin
23:01 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 534

I wanted to

kiss the

bundles of stars

in your face



I wanted to

smooth the

rough edges of your

skin

weaved with mine

so full of

hidden pain

and

boyish innocence



I wanted to

melt into your

warm white walls



I didn't want to leave you



the heavens watched us

while we slept

in those cold

January nights



angels

full of

envy

above us



I suppose they

wanted you

to become

a fleeting blotch

of red

in my heart



I suppose

the whispers of

fate

decided to

change us



I didn't want to leave you



I always tasted the

sweetness

of your skin

as if for the last time



with gentle fingers

and sleepy eyes

we fell in love



I always tangled the

stars in your hair

I always kissed

the scars on your hands



as if I knew

we were going to

die



the angels have

you

now



the man I loved



and I have

sorrow

and

one million pictures of you



lodged in my chest

Unhappy Christmas by Steve Woodman
23:00 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 535

What did you get for Christmas?

Was it something nice?

I'm sitting here in Casualty,

My face is packed with ice.



I dread it every Christmas,

They never give me toys,

Daddy will get drunk again,

His nights out with the boys.



I know he doesn't mean it,

He's far to drunk to know,

He hits me hard for nothing,

And bruises always show.



A Christmas to remember,

The policemen had to call,

They took my Dad away this time,

He said I'd had a fall.



He's really done it this time,

An ambulance had to come,

That's why I'm sitting here in Casualty,

Waiting with me Mum.

Little box of miracles
22:55 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 536

You gave me a little box of miracles-

Australian cards with helpful sayings-

notions I can take hold of on a bad day,

a kind of pick me up.



Today was a bad day to begin with

but the card said,

the world is my friendly home

and pointed me towards good things.



The songs of my grandmother,

heard before I was six, returning to me

in a dream, filling me

with wonder and delight.



"I've land, I have houses

adorned with ivy. I've gold in my pocket

and silver as well.." and us swinging

and swishing together with music and fun.



The world is my friendly home.

I remember the student, so shy

and reluctant telling me her dream

and only because her mother insisted.



"Tell her to, go back" I had already decided.

Things can happen for her there,

She is a wonderful woman. No self esteem,

could not take it in - not even fully now.



The world is my friendly home!

"The sky, an open season, full of wonder!

The faces before me, full of joy and pleasure

At the launching of my book in Achill



I need that box of miracles

to keep me going when times get rough

I reach for my little pick me up

and a whole other vista opens out.



by Anne Kelly

ANNE KELLY 1939-2003
22:51 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 538

It is with the deepest sorrow and regret that we report the death of Anne Kelly on Saturday 17th May, 2003, following a long battle with cancer. As her poetry on these pages testifies, Anne fought this battle with great courage, honesty, dignity and no small amount of humour. Annie's warmth, humanity and zest for life made it a true pleasure to spend time in her company. We are privileged that her remarkable spirit lives on in her written work.



May she rest in peace



Messages of condolences may be submitted to the guestbook





Anne Kelly was born on Achill island, Co. Mayo, in 1939. Achill, an island of some 3000 inhabitants, is located on the west coast of Ireland. The natural beauty of the island, with its Atlantic breakers, soaring mountains and cliffs, provides the backdrop for much of Anne's writing.



In common with many Achill people of working age, Anne worked away from the island for much of her life, including spells in the UK, US and in Dublin. The experience of living away from 'home', and the memory of her childhood on the island, are prominent themes in her work.



Anne published three volumes of her poetry during her lifetime. The first collection of Anne's writing, entitled 'A Homecoming', was published in 2000. The book was illustrated with photographs of Achill scenes and watercolor pictures of Achill wild flowers by local painter Joan Nolan. Proceeds from the sale of 'A Homecoming' went to St. Colman's Convent, Keel, which runs a day-care centre for the elderly on Achill.



A second collection of Anne Kelly's writing, entitled 'Dream Journey', was published in August 2001. This new collection of poetry by Anne contained a foreword by Dr. Michael Kearney, a well known author and medical director of Our Lady's Hospice, Dublin. Dr. Kearney is the author of two books, 'Mortally Wounded' and 'A Place Of Healing'. Our Lady's Hospice in Dublin is the teaching hospice for all the hospice programmes in Ireland. Proceeds from the sale of 'Dream Journey' by Anne Kelly raised several thousands of pounds for this hospice.



The third and final collection of Anne's poems was entitled 'A New Tomorrow' and was published in December 2002. Proceeds from this book went to the charity L'Arche. See column on the right for details of this book.

Chemotherapy
22:31 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 539




In the lonely watches of the night,

the small hours of the morning

when sleep refuses its healing gifts

and small increments of hope secure the pace

until first light

chemotherapy, which has bloated my face,

destroyed my good cells,

assaulted my organs,

is like a whale gone mad.



Its great strength and power

threatens all it leans on,

shallow water is not its metier.

Life will be scrunched out

unless there is a compromise

and the whale safely slips back

to deeper water

leaving good properties in its wake.







by Anne Kelly

Hatred
22:29 Mar 29 2011
Times Read: 540

(Archive of poems by Anne Kelly)







Hatred is more toxic

than chemotherapy.



Chemotherapy, as we know it now,

fails to discriminate

and the side effects can be terrible.



Hatred is necessary

when someone we love

hurts us very badly.

We hate back for protection.



But hatred fails to discriminate,

it attacks the good in the other,

demonizing and destroying

the potential for love.



We destroy our enemies by loving them

according to Abraham Lincoln

and Saul Bellow has stated

that more people die of heartbreak

than radiation.



We are vulnerable to extreme hatred

expressed extremely

but we are just as vulnerable

to hatred felt but not expressed.



We may hate sometimes

but with discrimination,

knowing that hatred

is more toxic than chemotherapy.



by Anne Kelly