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Stronger then reality
She steps into me
I am the one you see
More then you can ever be
Looking back to me
You will never see
*Reality*
When I need to make a stand
She's the one on hand
She's quite in demand
On our feet we try to land
No more a reprimand
*Stand*
I am only a dream
Deep inside a theme
Spitfire's gleam
Cleared the stream
Powerful the scheme
*Free*
She steps into me
I am the one you see
More then you can ever be
Looking back to me
You will never see
*Reality*
When I need to make a stand
She's the one on hand
She's quite in demand
On our feet we try to land
No more a reprimand
*Stand*
I am only a dream
Deep inside a theme
Spitfire's gleam
Cleared the stream
Powerful the scheme
*Free*
Literature
Free to Feel
This pain I feel, though fleeting
Will mar my wounded heart
It stains a picture perfect,
and ends what we did start
A vision of what may of been,
was spied when we did part
I hear my sigh upon the wind
and close my eyes so tight
To dream within my fantasy,
A pure and sensual sight
A closeness that we crave to feel
Shredding darkness with rays of light
As humans, we are selfish
and take more than we give
we need to see our fragility
and give substance to how we live
To free what we have hidden,
Teaching souls, how to forgive
So dream I will, and give my love,
To one who may not stay
Tis better than not knowing
The lig
Literature
Your Words
A touch, a kiss, a smile.
Your words, encouraging.
Constantly telling me,
how wonderful,
how beautiful,
how talented,
I am.
But am I really?
Or is it just how you see me?
So many moments,
just us two,
no one else around.
You cuddle me,
you kiss me,
you hold me.
Each moment precious.
You say you love me,
every chance you get.
But do you really?
Or is just what you think I want to hear?
How will I ever know?
I guess I'll just have to
take it on faith,
and hope you don't break me.
Literature
Sweet Mysteries of Life
The night sky holds all our secrets
Of lovers lost under the yellow moon
Dreaming of yesterday in the haste of today
Weaving words that will only get lost in tomorrow
A wilting rose dies a slow death
bereft of the sense of purpose
To be mourned as a man cries for his loss
As a woman will cry for her innocence
A bitter-sweet moment in a memory paled
Placed in a trinket box filled with hope
Silence reigns as whimsy replaces the time had
and searches for answers in tears that fall
Ghosts blunder in confusion and ignorance
Giving no closure for those left behind
Hiding between worlds , still holding on
Unable to let go o
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This came from automatic writing.. I just started writing and it kinda came out.. Was fun!
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Automatic writing? Not bad for that! 
It seems to me, though, that the last stanza is the weakest. Might be the near-rhyme as opposed to the strict rhymes in the other stanzas, or it might be that the in the others, the "title-refrain word" follows more naturally... (That's a problem I sometimes have as a poet too. You want the last stanza to be the strongest, but too often it seems the Muse has vanished by then and you have to do it all on craft.
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It seems to me, though, that the last stanza is the weakest. Might be the near-rhyme as opposed to the strict rhymes in the other stanzas, or it might be that the in the others, the "title-refrain word" follows more naturally... (That's a problem I sometimes have as a poet too. You want the last stanza to be the strongest, but too often it seems the Muse has vanished by then and you have to do it all on craft.
)