09-14-2013, 02:14 PM
I prefer to write no punctuation at all, so as you see its a stuff up at times, because I hate them..lol.
As for the *there* spelling, I will learn that one eventually....*winks*
And as for any positive feedback, well perhaps there is none..lol.
Oh well..but thank you for reading and fixing my mistakes.
Sitting in this fear,
all unfolds
before my eyes,
my emotions know
There is calm,
afraid, hesitant to move,
a whisper shares
you are no fool
I see it all
yet it holds me back,
perhaps I haven't
found my track
That path where endless
potential roams,
It can't be seen
I hesitate,
it's all unknown
As I sit inside this void,
where all is heard,
there is a noise
A gentle nudge,
that says I'm home,
yet within my heart
I feel alone
In this feeling
it is only that,
to remind me of
my own trap
The self realized
stirs within,
the old self died,
yet the tomb begins
To reveal that death
will often show,
the remnants of
that space I know
The one that means
so much to me,
a special move
that will set me free
True to my heart,
I guess I know,
how fear can hold
in places closed
Long ago,
lost and found,
the memory often
ties and bounds
Each thread lingering
each tie undone,
brings the space to move
closer to the one.
As for the *there* spelling, I will learn that one eventually....*winks*
And as for any positive feedback, well perhaps there is none..lol.
Oh well..but thank you for reading and fixing my mistakes.
Sitting in this fear,
all unfolds
before my eyes,
my emotions know
There is calm,
afraid, hesitant to move,
a whisper shares
you are no fool
I see it all
yet it holds me back,
perhaps I haven't
found my track
That path where endless
potential roams,
It can't be seen
I hesitate,
it's all unknown
As I sit inside this void,
where all is heard,
there is a noise
A gentle nudge,
that says I'm home,
yet within my heart
I feel alone
In this feeling
it is only that,
to remind me of
my own trap
The self realized
stirs within,
the old self died,
yet the tomb begins
To reveal that death
will often show,
the remnants of
that space I know
The one that means
so much to me,
a special move
that will set me free
True to my heart,
I guess I know,
how fear can hold
in places closed
Long ago,
lost and found,
the memory often
ties and bounds
Each thread lingering
each tie undone,
brings the space to move
closer to the one.

