Monday, January 31, 2005

fillin in the cracks
one by one
im fillin in the cracks

the hurt and the sorrow
the scars of the past
the days that i spent weaping
and the nights i spent aghast

one by one
im fillin in the cracks

the years shalt fade away
and memories recast
im gonna find a way
to get over you at last

one by one
im fillin in the cracks

the tears i shed for you
so innocent and unasked
the hole u left inside my heart
so empty and so vast

one by one
im fillin in the cracks

you may have thought you hurt me
but the pain i shall outlast
your never gonna make me die
from your tourture and labast

one by one
im fillin in the cracks

the tears that once drenched my life
are drying away fast
for day by day ill heal my heart
from the scars of all my past

one by one
im filling in the cracks



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About the Author
My names Ariel, im a dancer and a writer, i idolize one of the weirdest poets in history, (partly why im so weird) Miss Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, wow that woman was a genious.... well ya, im not gonna lie to you, i dont think my poems are that great, theyre jus my rambelings about life, you know, but ya, tag me (my tag boards on the bottom of the colum on the right) and tell me wut you think, or dont, you know what ever floats ur boat.... o also, not all of these poems are mine, but most of em are, and if u want me to put one of ur poems in here, heck jus tell me and i will, ttfn

Poems Poems Poems
when
alannas poem
Elizabeth Dowd
happy? whats that
im nobody
im nobody
wanna be
a lil poem by who knows who
Running
how is it?

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My Favorite Poems and Quotes: Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial to creation, and the exponent of breath -Emily Dickinson WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! 5 So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago. -Emily Dickinson I ’M nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! 5 How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! -Emily Dickinson hope is the thing with feathers, that pearches in the soul, and sings the tune, without the words, and never stops at all -Emily Dickinson i dwell in possibiliy -Emily Dickinson Before god we are all equally wise, and equally foolish -Albert Einstein success is counted sweetest by those who nearly succede -Emily Dickinson we turn not older with years, but newer every day -Emily Dickinson...................... **MY TAGGIES**

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