Poetry

^{This page is a collection
of poetry that I have put together. It includes some original pieces, as
well as some classics. Each poem is special to me. Some represent milestones
in my life, while others have touched my heart.}
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^{It Has Been
A While}
^{~Kristin Stark}

^{It has been a while
since we last talked.}
^{It has been but
a few short hours,}
^{Though it feels
like the longest of years.}
^{We talked deep
into the long night,}
^{Of life and death,}
^{Of those loved
and those lost,}
^{Of our hopes and
our dreams.}
^{I sit here now
with my eyes closed,}
^{And I remember
the sound of your tranquil voice.}

^{It has been a while
since we last kissed.}
^{Your tender lips
upon mine,}
^{Your hot breath
in my ear.}
^{Fast and passionate,}
^{Hard and yearning,}
^{Or slow and gentle,}
^{Soft and yielding.}
^{I lose myself in
your honeyed lips,}
^{Time is a distant
element, borne of another universe.}

^{It has been a while
since I last gazed into your deep eyes,}
^{Your earnest and
soulful eyes.}
^{They glint of mischief
in moments of folly,}
^{They show the wheels
of your mind turning as you sit, lost in thought.}
^{They are the portal
to your soul, so often half-hidden behind a door,}
^{Opened to me only
for the briefest of moments.}
^{Your eyes are so
revealing that what you say is truly heard.}
^{They confer more
than you may ever fully realize.}
^{They express your
care, your softness, your kindness, your passion.}

^{It has been far too
long that I have felt a hunger inside.}
^{The hunger was
an emptiness, all consuming.}
^{But the hunger
subsided when you entered into my existence.}
^{It was replaced
by a sense of fulfillment and rightness.}
^{The piece of the
puzzle that is my life, which had been missing for so long, has
fallen into place.}
^{And for this I
owe you my deepest gratitude,}
^{For this is a most
precious gift.}
^{I feel as if I
have finally been awakened from a deep slumber,}
^{And am now ready
to learn to fly.}

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^{The Rose}
^{Artist: Bette Midler}
^{Words & Lyrics by: Amanda
McBroom}
^{Some say love,
it is a river that drowns the tender reed.}
^{Some say love,
it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.}
^{Some say love,
it is a hunger, an endless aching need.}
^{I say love, it
is a flower, and you it's only seed.}

^{It's the heart, afraid
of breaking, that never learns to dance.}
^{It's the dream,
afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.}
^{It's the one who
won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.}
^{And the soul, afraid
of dyin', that never learns to live.}

^{When the night has
been too lonely, and the road has been too long,}
^{And you think that
love is only for the lucky and the strong,}
^{Just remember in
the winter far beneath the bitter snows,}
^{Lies the seed,
that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes The Rose.}

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Rapture
^{~Kristin Stark

You hold me in rapture.}
^{Your eyes so alluring,}
^{Your lips so tantalizing,}
^{Your voice so serene.}
^{I cannot tear myself
away, nor do I want to.}

^{You hold me in rapture.}
^{Your touch steals
my breath.}
^{Your kiss stills
my mind,}
^{Your memory sends
chills through my body.}
^{I cannot tear myself
away, nor do I want to.}

^{You hold me in rapture.}
^{My thoughts wander
to you often,}
^{They follow my
heart,}
^{I feel closer to
you,}
^{you are with me
in spirit.}
^{I cannot tear myself
away, nor do I want to.}

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^{Funeral Blues}
^{By W.H. Auden}

^{Stop all the clocks,
cut off the telephone,}
^{Prevent the dog
from barking with a juicy bone,}
^{Silence the pianos
and with muffeled drum}
^{Bring out the coffin,
let the mourners come.}

^{Let aeroplanes circle
moaning overhead}
^{Scribbling on the
sky the message "He Is Dead".}
^{Put crepe bows
'round the white necks of the public doves,}
^{Let the traffic
policemen wear black cotton gloves.}

^{He was my North, my
South, my East, my West,}
^{My working week
and my Sunday rest,}
^{My noon, my midnight,
my talk, my song;}
^{I thought that
love would last forever, I was wrong.}

^{The stars are not wanted
now, put out every one;}
^{Pack up the moon
and dismantel the sun;}
^{Pour away the ocean
and sweep up the wood,}
^{For nothing now
can ever come to any good.}

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^Untitled4
^{ByBrad

All my life I've struggled}
^{All my life I've
wondered what I was living for}
^{Mabey it's that
I never had friends}
^{Or that I always
wished I did}
^{But is seems now
that I do I never want to let go.}
^{All the while you
know in your mind}
^{Friends won't always
be with you}
^{But you push that
thought away}
^{Hoping that time
will stand still}
^{For you want to
be with your friends}
^Forever.
^{You pray each night
that they will never leave you}
^{And yet they do.}
^{If only you told
that person how much they really meant to you}
^{Then mabey it would
have been easier to let go}
^{No more can you
be there to listen}
^{No more can they
be there to listen to you}
^{You ask over and
over}
^{Why does such enjoyment
come to an end?}
^{Thinking of this
helps you to realize who your friends are.}
^{If they're your
friends}
^{They will be there
for you}
^{If they're your
friends}
^{They will value
your friendship as you do}
^{If they're your
friends}
^{Let them know that
they are friends because of who they are}
^{If they're your
friends}
^{You will know,
you will always know.}

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^Confused
^{Author Unknown}

^{Though I have watched
the sunset at the end of a confusing day,}
^{I still cannot
respond to the questions}
^{that are perplexing
the annals of my mind.}
^{As simple as these
inquiries may be,}
^{the answers may
be upsetting,}
^{the responses complex,}
^{the results unknown...}
^{I have yet to overcome
the feelings of dispair,}
^{for the feelings
of one will forever}
^{become haunting
by my responses...}
^{Is one's happiness
always determined}
^{by another one's
unhappiness?}
^{Is one's bliss
always measured}
^{by another one's
disenchantment?}
^{If the truth sets
one free,}
^{why does it hurt?}
^{And if a lie spares
someone's feelings'}
^{why does it feel
so good?}
^{Like a river flowing
downstream to nowhere,}
^{so is the unceartainty
of my heart...}
^{Like the crevices
of a canyon, so is the depth of my thoughts...}
^{Like the wind always
changing directions,}
^{so is the impetuousness
of my actions...}
^{Like a mother cuddling
her young,}
^{so is the ceartainty
of my love...}
^{Yet I am atill
confused...}

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Muted Voices
^{~Kristin Stark}

^{I can hear the muted
voices}
^{Carried softly
by dark winds.}
^{Whispering gently
to lonely prisoners}
^{Within my mind.}
^{Sometimes they
scream in a rage}
^{That cannot be
heard,}
^{Despite ferverent
rantings.}
^{Then I am consumed
again}
^{From the inner
windings of}
^{A mindless mind-maze.}
^{I can hear my subtle
whimpers,}
^{Pleas of mercy,
that I will not grant.}

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