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My Child

by *ghostlove

You burst into my life and made me whole
and showed me love I never thought I'd feel.
Through you I found a new side to my soul;
uncovered parts of myself I'd concealed.
Through all life's tumbles, happiness or fear
you know that I will always care for you.
As you grow, whether I am close or near,
I'll show support in everything you do.
And when my life is drawing to a close
and you are full-fledged, thriving on your own
I'll know the truth that every mother knows;
I did my best, that love is all you've known.
  Before I knew your face I could just drift;
  to have you in my life's the greatest gift.
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For Orion Taliesin.
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*ChasingtheWildDreams Mar 15, 2008  Hobbyist Photographer
this actually made me cry lol.:happycry:
poems and things about children growing up and all the memories ALWAYSSSSs get me, damn it, Lol.
this is very good though.:heart:
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Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.

–Sylvia Plath
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Mood: Adoration ~girly-werewolf Dec 28, 2006
wow! this is just too beautiful :love: it truly reflects the wonders of a mother's love
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i also love the fluidity of it and how easy it is to read with the rhyming scheme you chose ^^ brilliant work!!

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If you love someone, set them free.
If they return to you, put several 8 inch blades into their head.
If they retrurn again, then RUN...
JUST RUN
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~rimer Oct 26, 2006
I've just started writing poetry and thought i'd read other peoples to broaden my ideas,i think this is great,the words just flow.
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~alexishelmsley Oct 5, 2006
wow...

thats amazing!

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:sing: Im untouchable, but im forcing you to feel me! :sing:
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*ghostlove Oct 5, 2006  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! :D

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Ghostlove | Flickr | LiveJournal | Shut Up, Sit Down
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~alexishelmsley Oct 5, 2006
tres welcome! :#1:

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:sing: Im untouchable, but im forcing you to feel me! :sing:
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~MrsWazabees Sep 29, 2006
I wish I could write that good.. :D
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*ghostlove Sep 30, 2006  Hobbyist Writer
Why don't you try? :D

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Ghostlove | Flickr | LiveJournal | Shut Up, Sit Down
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~MrsWazabees Sep 30, 2006
Hehe, I might.. one day :D Too busy with a full-time job and studies at the moment, but I've done some good writing when I was younger. Hopefully I haven't forgotten how to be creative over the years.
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*ghostlove Sep 30, 2006  Hobbyist Writer
Writing is so much fun... you should always try to find time for it. :)

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deviation in storage by *ghostlove
deviation in storage by *ghostlove
It's A Bastard It's like a bad boyfriend
picking you up
and dropping you again
never letting you know where you stand
promising you everything will be better and then
throwing you in the dirt once more.

You keep telling yourself that this time
you'll be strong enough to overcome
to get out
but it keeps clawing you back into its dirty clutches
and whispering in your ear that
you will never, never escape.It's A Bastard by *ghostlove
Dressing Up My Dead Girlfriend     I always hated overused clichés. "Strawberry-tipped nipples" for example, is one which all erotic writers fall back on at some point or another, but in Mia's case it was true. Hers were the exact shape of the smaller end of a strawberry, though perhaps a little deeper in colour, and had I ever just bitten a little deeper I could imagine my teeth sinking through soft flesh, the sweet sticky juice spraying over my tongue, water springing from my taste buds as the powerful sweetness spread over my tongue.

  That was the first thing I noticed as I gazed over the lifeless body before me. Those once-pink rosebuds now had a bluish-purple Dressing Up My Dead Girlfriend by *ghostlove
Pox I'm sitting on a filthy crumb-filled carpet
full of ground-in raisins and toast crumbs
wearing a yellow hard-hat several sizes too small
and I wouldn't be anywhere else.

I've been awake all night; cuddling and singing
stumbling from one room to another, desperate
to fix it all and failing in my every effort
but I wouldn't have been anywhere else.

We play monotonously. Car goes up, car goes down
and a small commanding voice directs the action
and I am tired, so tired I don't understand the game
but I wouldn't be anywhere else.

I receive a kiss, more snot than lips, without thinking
I wipe his nose and mouth with my hands, deposit
Pox by *ghostlove
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