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Observations of the Illusion7 Comments

The Artful Dodger/Poetry

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    The Artful Dodger Pain, Pain, go away, she sees you lurking there, just around the corner of her fortress.   She is too swift for your cruel intentions, as she slips  into the shadows  of anonymity.   Clever girl learns to smile. So brilliant, the brave farce of tranquil abundant peace she conveys.   ‘Tis merely slight of hand, the magic of the unseen, for the apathetic audience fooled.   Icy fingers grasp her hair as she trembles ‘neath the cold chill of sorrow closing in.   Lights her candle in the dark to ward off the evil … Continue reading The Artful Dodger/Poetry

Observations of the Illusion20 Comments

Think/Poetry

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  Think Did you thinkbecause my will is strongI have no weaknesses? Did you thinkbecause you see no tearsI do not weep? Did you thinkbecause I do not kneel thatI do not pray? Did you thinkbecause I could not staythat I went willingly? Do you thinkbecause I do not speakI do not care? My will bends to my fate.My tears are shed in secret.My prayers are whispered in solitude.My steps away from you are labored.My words remain locked safely within my heart. Do you think the truth is easy?Don’t think.Look at me…..   and see. Cheryl KP2014       Continue reading Think/Poetry

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Letting Go

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Letting Go I never thought, in pain and blue, I would be letting go of you. A whim, a dream, a fantasy, How easily you let go of me. I do not blame, how could you see that you were all the world to me? My secret treasure hidden deep within my soul, where longings sleep. I watched a feather wafting by. The breezes took it way up high. All too late I tried to grasp, but empty air was all I clasped. High it rose against the sky, twirling in one last goodbye. Where angels smile and heaven knows … Continue reading Letting Go

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Broken

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Broken He cared not that she cried for leaving, for loss of kinship she was grieving. Too cold to see she needed saving, he turned away, her soul enslaving. She didn’t know the pain would grow, engulf her heart- the killing slow. She, returning, hoped to mend the broken bridge that led to him. She found that time had not erased the cold indifference from his face. Her words fell lifeless-silent still, soon swallowed like a bitter pill. She-broken, weary, giving in; He-caring not it was the end. Cheryl KP Continue reading Broken