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Unrevealed In the Prism
on December 2. Â© All rights reserved
The absence thereof,
I stand accused.
Devoid of any,
Unrevealed in the prism.
I am the chill that fills your vision when you see the painted snow.
I am the heat that radiates the furnace and gives hot steel...
Love can be like the New England weather... sometimes sizzling hot, sometimes cloudy and cool and then there are times when a monster storm of a blizzard strikes and changes everything!
Poetry | Updated Dec 14, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 9
Icicles melt within my eyes,
due to the heat of pain.
love is when you accept the person even after you realize their faults, and you are able to be yourself.
This is a haiku poem dealing with the hot sun.
Poetry | Updated Jun 17, 2007 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Marshal Hilton
What can a three legged pregnant coyote teach us about ourselves, the choices that we make, and the life that we live?
By An Excuse To Speak Of You
I Can't really explain, it just came out....
Poetry | Updated Mar 22, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4