One's life story cannot be told with complete veracity. A true autobiography would have to be written in states of mind, emotions, heartbeats, smiles and tears not in months and years, or physical events. Life is marked off on the soul by feelings, not by dates.
quote by Helen Keller
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The Storyteller's Word
In a decent book, I can lose myself,
For, at least, a good couple of hours.
A well told story, for young or old,
My mind will quite hungrily devour.
I’ve always loved a real page turner:
A story, which, is totally compelling.
Sometimes, there’s a story, true or invented,
Which, simply, deserves, and needs telling.
Sometimes, a person in a book,
To me, can feel like a true friend;
You share their life and adventures,
And feel rather sad, when it all ends.
A story can stir up a mixture of emotions:
I’ve cried tears, and gasped with surprise.
I’ve found myself completely captivated,
As a story unfolds before my very eyes.
A good story, has the ability to transport you,
To different places, and to different times.
You just never know where you may end up,
When you sit and read those immortal lines.
Stories should never be kept locked away:
With others, they should be readily shared.
There is no other past-time, known to man,
With which, reading a book, can quite compare.
Whether a story is based on a person’s life,
Or whether, it has been quite purely invented,
A story can make such an impact upon you,
That, forever, in your memory, it is cemented.
I’ve always adored a really well written story,
Regardless of, by whom, or when, it was written.
Snuggled up, with a book held in your hands,
It is so easy, to become completely smitten.
A story can make you lose all track of time,
When, in a book, you are totally immersed.
I love reading a story, and really drinking it in;
For reading books, I’ve developed a real thirst.
There are many stories, the world over,
Which, are still waiting to be heard.
Nothing on earth, is quite so powerful,
As the power of the storyteller’s word.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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There Is A Story
There is a story
Of which only a heart could tell
A story of love and beauty
Of wanting and regret
A tale of such romance
Where a tragedy unfolds
The hero or heroine emerges
To save another’s life
To rescue from such loss
The heart of their affection
A story told and known
A story so alike many others
But with a soul of its own
It plays at the strings
A melody of quiet beauty
From the darkest tears
To the brightest smile
There exists uncompleted
A life being written
In a story
Only a heart could know
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Cultural Myths
Without exception,
I change my perception.
To alter my experiences of my life,
to live a life of joy, not strife.
Perceptions of my life’s events,
are my choice,
not Myths of Society who has lent.
lent me to understand
something I was told,
told a cultural myth at 5 years old.
I live my life consciously with
intention,
not unconsciously with redemption.
(Written by Suzae Chevalier)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Cultural Myths
Without exception,
I change my perception.
To alter my experiences of my life,
to live a life of joy, not strife.
Perceptions of my life’s events,
are my choice,
not Myths of Society who has lent.
lent me to understand
something I was told,
told a cultural myth at 5 years old.
I live my life consciously with
intention,
not unconsciously with redemption,
(Written by Christina Sunrise on August 15, 2011)
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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The Psychological Craze
I in the library,
Looking for books to read,
Pulled one out twice to see
If it fulfilled my need.
Butler had written this
Autobiography.
Which of the Butlers, then?
I opened it to see.
He's an old general
Mounted upon a horse.
Thinkers don't write their lives,
But soldiers can, of course.
They write: 'The regiment
Was sent to Omdurman,
Where Gordon died. To catch
The Mahdi was our plan.'
Later—'The bride wore white
And she had golden hair.
Four bridesmaids bore her train
Up to the altar where
His Grace of Birmingham'—
It's the old rigmarole,
Names, facts and dates—no word
In this about the soul.
No dreams, no sin, no tears!
Only the body thrives.
Upon such worthless things
Great soldiers base their lives.
No wonder wars are fought.
Loss of such life is small,
Life bound to space and time,
Not infinite at all.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Silence (Version 2)
Life passes by
In silence we breathe
At all the wrongs done
In one singular Life
Silence we are told
Is what will save your life
NEVER tell a soul
Of the torment
In your life
Silently you suffer
At the hands of evil deeds
You cannot even whisper
SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE
Often you cry
All alone at night
And over the years
You learn to stifle the tears
In silence you watch
Wondering will anyone hear
Or even want to know
About my story of woe
Then slowly it trickles
A teardropp falls
Its time people heard
That silence is no more
Its time to speak up
To share my story of old
poem by Kaila George
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Same Old Tunes
I sat at my piano tinkering with the keys
and the same old tunes came back to me.
Melodies I had written long ago
that seem to haunt my soul.
It was the rhythm of my life
as the scales moved up and down.
After years of writing ever-haunting melodies
like my life, they drifted away from me.
The comparisons were striking
with the events of life’s ups and downs
and for a few minutes,
I found myself trying to capture
what once had been.
There were no lyrics in my head
to fit to a happy tune.
Only the black and white keys
that lay beneath my fingertips,
playing out the same old tunes
I had written in life and song
all those distant years ago.
13 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Pitfalls of the Search
the mosaic of history,
too many missing pieces
unexplained,
too many labyrinths and cul de sacs
hindsight,
no less a hazy scene,
a mirage, a maze,
full of ghosts, phantoms and boasts,
learning from
blurred foggy events,
misted and distorted
full of ego reported,
,
slanted and transplanted
how is one to sift the true
from the false,
discern fact from faith
story saga, myth, legend and fable
told and retold in rhetoric so able
emotions and of drama
poetic and prose
relates and unreels
the history of what was
or might have been
let us assume
nothing, or much less
was true, accurate or complete
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Life
I was lying on my bed, about to loose myself in the world of dreams, but couldn't. I started to wonder the meaning of universe, the exact meaning of life. I thought for about an hour, why I am alive? Why everyone's living their life? I came to a conclusion, what if this life is just a training course, and if you fail in one life to complete the training, you live another physical life. The point is to recognize that every thing you do, and that every action you take, is an action of the mind, not your true spirit. To try to 'train your spirit' is the main motto you'r alive. Emotions, love, hate, sadness are actions of the spirit not destiny. The unexplained questions in life, are actions of the spirit. Time is an illusion, created by the minds. Before this life, there were other challenges, and after this one, there will be more, and then we will face the ultimate prize, heaven. But not as we see it. It would be a domain where there is no one to hate, and everyone would love and respect each other. There would be no time to kill, because the illusion of time would be gone. We would witness unlimited new emotions, and it would be the most wonderful thing ever! So thats what I thought, lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling.
poem by Nikhil Chandwani
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Why Give Them Drugs?
Why are you sad?
when you should be glad.
For it is true that feelings
change fast...
but they don't have to last.
Feelings are not you
but they help transform life
and make it better too.
Without emotions we would only be clones
be all the same like a Star Wards drone.
It's too bad that parents let doctors
make kids just go through the motions-
and not their range of emotions.
We shouldn't be like witches
and give them potions.
Great Indigos, Star children and Crystals kids
have come here-
to help the planet so dear.
So just let them live more alive
Let them feel a whole range of emotions,
not just survive.
They are here to help the planet see
a new way of living if we just let them be
the best they can be.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 7,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Finer Feelings
Written: stock waterman
The finer feelings, the finer feelings
1a:
You cant give to me
Anything
I couldnt get for myself
I have needs as much as any man
And I understand the feelings well
1b:
I can still have a true heart
With a free mind
A good life
With a good time
Chorus:
But what is love
Without the finer feelings
Its just sex
Without the sexual healing
Passion dies
Without some tender meanings
It aint love
Without the finer feelings
2:
I get passionate
Just like you
But I have a little self-control
You just show your selfish attitude
Your emotion leaves me cold
1b:
Chorus:
Bridge:
The finer, the finer
The finer feelings
3:
(I can still have a true heart) it aint love
(with a free mind) it aint love
(a good life)
(with a good time) feelings
Chorus:
(repeat & fade)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Forever—it composed of Nows
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Forever—it composed of Nows—
'Tis not a different time—
Except for Infiniteness—
And Latitude of Home—
From this—experienced Here—
Remove the Dates—to These—
Let Months dissolve in further Months—
And Years—exhale in Years—
Without Debate—or Pause—
Or Celebrated Days—
No different Our Years would be
From Anno Domini's—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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The Dweller (my daughter)
you came into this world unexpectedly
how you would change my life, i did not foresee.
holding you in my arms, my heart began to melt
bringing out emotions which i never felt.
i looked into your eyes, and what i could see
'was your future staring back at me.'
i pictured your life every step of the way
and to GOD i did pray.
asking him to watch over you
and everything in life that you would do.
as you got older you was strong as a house
you was no longer that frightened little mouse.
you became the woman that you are today
and nothing in life will stand in your way.
and because of you, i have grown stronger.
i will not hold my feelings back any longer.
i speak my mind as i see life start to unfold
sometimes too much, or so i'm told.
we have learned from one another
the true meaning of life and love.
for two hearts can not be as close as we
and our love has been set free.
i love you more than life itself
and in my heart you will always dwell.
poem by Louis Rams
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Swimming The Past Time
Disappear between the space of dust
In a smoke, within the light
Time moves in any speed
Continuously without tired no rest
In a chime of turbulence
Swimming back to the past
For the broad river back to early creek
Unfold the memories of past ages
In the album of experience, our old life
Reversing tears back to enter the eyes
Revisiting old smiles back on lips one more time
Wandering all before just before now
Still, we moving forward heading toward the future
Toward the estuary, swimming follow the flowing time
Moving back or in front, physical still here
Wandering, facing the stream only our mind
All good, bad now a past scenery along the time river
We heading to estuary to be as a part of wise ocean
Till time sending our final destiny to the sea
Another scenery of cry or happy we will feel and see
Just to move forward, forgive, learn to gain from past
Nothing to waste because time moves in any speed
So i will let my tears flow and smiles glow
Live these beautiful feelings in my life
For all time, as i know
Soon we will have no more
to hold each other (time and life)
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Having a break from 'Rise from Ashes' theme
and trying write something like 'Swimming the past time'
A poem that i done as i felt how fast time disappear...
just wrote it and post it
Life walking within time, and time never stop walking
and moves in any speed..so just bring your life some cheers
in everyday even it's hard...or not _Unwritten Soul
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Curtain call
Curtain call
~
A show as long as a life
Written in the script of the unknown
The mysterious bard has foretold
The final curtain call
~
The closing act is well underway
The last scene about to begin
Soon the lights shall dim to blackness
And the curtains shall fall to close
The lead bystander is all but done
A role written to an end
~
This has been no great story
A simple forgetful tale if told true
The mild tragedy of a few events
Within the comedy of it all
The final performance, a swansong
Then all shall be done
~
Once it is over and the curtain falls
The audience shall rise to leave
With a clatter of chairs ringing out
A dull applause
poem by Matthew Holloway
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My Words To Be Written
Words can be said, they can be written
they can be funny or sad or informed
words are sought after by everyone
papers, scripts, books, letters or texts
they can gossip, tattle or lie
honest, trust worthy, confusing
written to story or rhyme to rhythm
they can be found in our minds
written or printed they are strong
brought together the bring magic
imaginations, fantasy, real life
many stories and songs by words
have touched the soul with in
my words are to enlighten and entertain your mind
to put you in places we never dreamed
and to think I could of done that
my words to you is my soul to share
written with love, hate and sorrow
take the time to enjoy the words
words make ours dreams come true
poem by Michael Peterson
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Painting dreams...
Gazing at an empty page,
Thoughts and emotions run wild.
A portrait of words come to life,
Like dreams of emotions dancing.
Images of us live on in written words,
Stirring my mind and emotions.
A world of dreams built within the mind,
Forever floating upon the emotions of fantasy...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Their Love Story
she could not bear it anymore
she took her life away
he easily accepted events
managed to cry some tears for her funeral
wore black
and would not eat for days
but he has a life of his own to live
after three months
he meets another woman in his life
takes her to another place
to begin his life anew
forget her altogether
and live happily ever after.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Many Selves, Many Places
If you consider no physical time
you would think the soul could be
anywhere on a dime.
In fact your spiritual selves are out there in the stars
you are living multiple lives, maybe one on old Mars.
Looking at a star is looking into the past
light years away is where you are at
—but not a proven scientific fact.
For only the angels, seers and watchers know
all of the interdimensional secrets that do not show.
So I pose a question you could ponder-
use your imagination and let your mind wander-
The Physical universe is parallel to the spiritual universe.
is it not?
If so—can your soul be in different realms and different
Physical places without your own Earthly thoughts?
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 30,2012
www.christinasunrise.com www.suzae.com
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The book, you understand, was not written for publication. It was the portrayal of my emotions, the analysis of my own soul life during three months of my nineteenth year. I wrote then all the time, just as I do now, but, though the book is in diary form, it is not a diary.
quote by Mary MacLane
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