So much to tell... yet so little. A whole lifetimes history behind me, yet I can't seem to think of anything, now that I want to...
Me & my ex-dance partner, Alex~Halloween 2002
SOUND OF THE DRUM...She sits alone in an empty room And she don't know what the hell to do Not knowin' her past or where she's from All she knows is the sound of the drum I can feel her pain when I look in her eyes Knowin' she wants to break down and cry But she keeps holdin' on 'til the darkness is gone And all she seems to hear is the sound of the drum...
~suzanne Palmer~
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is the most important thing in life.
Solitary Value
~To my loving mother~
A solitary figure standing,
Always there; your smile and tears in her
heart.
Full of opinions, with reasons so true.
She doesn't know how to set herself apart.
If a mouth before her were hungry.
A shivering child within her sight.
She cares with one eye open;
Instilled in me, countless ways to be polite.
From ballet lessons to secret dates with
boys;
She drove me beyond destinations seen.
She's faught battles of worthless outcomes.
And ones of stubborn, teenage hygiene.
Though, steady on legs of her own,
She hides her dependant self from view.
Without a life other than her own to care
for;
She underestimates her own worth and value.
Copyright (c)2004EmilyY.Burch
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I strive to live a life that stories are written about; not read stories of what others have lived
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