Pure

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    • hcrellers
    • February 5th, Friday morning, purple dawn... A moment like a poem, you wish you could hold it... I shut my eyes like it's frozen... it's gone when I open...

    Pure

    Was my heart ever pure?

    Did I ever have a chance?

    Could the end of me happen in the beginning?

    They tell me Time heals all

    No one speaking of the scars

    The twisted, tortured flesh under my skin

    The wounds contorting, changing my heart

    They made me cold within

    The memories like dreams

    Haunt my thoughts

    Seeming more like nightmares

    My heart was broken and no one cared

    Quietly being murdered

    From the inside out

    They ate my soul alive

    Too selfish to see I was there

    A little girl, innocent

    The horrible cycle of sorrow

    I have no relief from despair

    No means to an end

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    Qualin commented on Pure

    05-25-2011

    MENTAL SCARS SOME TIME NEVER HEAL IT IS THE FORGIVING THAT CURES THE HURT...IF FORGIVING IS POSSIBLE...FOR GOD CREATED YOU EQUAL!!!!!! I MIGHT ADD FAVORED YOU !!!! QUALIN
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    hcrellers

    01/12/2012

    :) thank you for all of your support even to the darkest of poems

    MalikPeterson commented on Pure

    03-16-2010

    Internal suffering is often the worst kind. The emotion in this piece is very dark and seems like a faint cry for help. It is faint because they haven't helped you before...so maybe now won't be the time either. I hope you find your place of healing and become a happier, brighter, smiler on the inside. May the kudos be with you :)
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    DeepEclipse commented on Pure

    02-04-2010

    The poem reads to me like a blade. Honest with its actions. Known for pain. Fearful to be close to. Gripped only from a certain angle. And a threat to those that easily bleed.
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    hcrellers

    02/05/2010

    you seem to be able to feel what I do when you read my poetry. Like you see right through me or something.its nice to have ppl understand you. especially the darkest parts. thank you for your feedback. I always love seeing what you have to say.

    LGDisturb commented on Pure

    01-28-2010

    the lines "quietly being murdered, from the inside out" displays the meaning of this poem with absolute perfection. i especially like those lines. this is a great one. well done
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    hcrellers

    01/29/2010

    thank you so much for your time and your appreciation. i really love all the feedback:)

    MaV commented on Pure

    01-28-2010

    A raw quality to this work....wonderfully crafted such that it streams directly into the heart! beautiful! luvd it! :)
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    hcrellers

    01/28/2010

    :) thank you for your kind words. i really really appreciate all of the feedback

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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