Only You
by
Chelsea Armstrong
(Age: 23)
copyright 07-11-2004
Age Rating: 18 to 127
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Indeed you are a man of a cruel insanity
Painted many shades of black
Many brushes you use to paint your lies
Make the world mine, with your shades of deception
Gave me the world once
It was mine to rule
Somewhere along the line I was not fit to rule it
You were too afraid I would win you over
I owned more than the world in your painting
I owned your heart
I owned the key to unlock your broken mind
I earned the love to harvest your soul
It was all handed to me
But me
I was too afraid of my own cruel reality
Too afraid of who I was
Not yet ready to accept who I was to become
Too lost inside my hollow shell
Lost within the blankets of my own deception
Too selfish to care
Too self exposed to realize you painted your way in to my hole of Darkness
I was foolish then
It was I who painted on the canvas of hatred
It was my shades of black that I let you barrow
It was my brushes you painted my picture with
It was my lies that painted the world
They were my shades of deception, that led you to see my painting
My entricate web of bitter lies and unswarthy deception
It cost me everything
It cost me you
Once you figured out my painting
My oh so pretty painting
You threw the thinner on it
And my work came crashing down before my eyes
**NOTE** This is rated adult because I think it might be too much for some under the age of 18 to understand
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Good.
They want us to leave, but we will make them to leave,
They even don’t want us to live, but we will as create, as well long-long live;
Our life and creation is great lesson for generations,
Such lived and such bequeath us in history great actions;
Only imagine – you and I are in the magic circle of literature worldwide:
For eternally soaring open your wings wide.
Chelsea, if they are no longer with us... I choose to view it this way: Once they are gone, they will be resurrected to a new world (Paradise) and will be perfect. Once perfect, they will freely forgive and realize that any "sins/mistakes" we've made while in this life were done so under the influence of imperfection. Can I really hold a grudge for something stupid a young person said the first time they got hammered (drunk) and were not coherent nor in control of themselves? And when they can't even remember it in the morning... can I stay mad at them forever? I kinda feel it's like that. The person of which you speak will be "sober" with perfections, all intoxicating effects of "sin" cleansed away. How can they really remain eternally angry? Ahh... now THAT would not be right. That's just how I (the infectiously optimistic one) sees it. *hugs*
I'm sure you have been forgiven in one or more ways. This poem actually reminds me of a friend of a friend who's slipped up and lost the love of her life forever in this world. It makes me want to cry. This was a great write. Very deep and emotional. Never forget, emotions are also energy's you send out and can be picked up and senced throughout the universe. Thats why I say I'm sure you've been forgiven. Smile.
Sadly enough Mary and to all who else reads these comments. I will never get the chance to know if I am forgiven or not. For the one I have written this for is gone to us now. *wipes a way a tear*
Sometimes we learn about honesty the hard way, as if we haven't been told about it from day one. I too, have lost a dear one due to my untruths. Perhaps someday I'll be forgiven, until then I do the best I can...and tell the truth always! :-)
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