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I see that you are wrapped in pain
my heart aches from your agony
of what is tormenting you insane
I want to remove from your path, stone and thorny
Please reach out and take my hand
let me shoulder some of your burden sore
Let me speak words of comfort and do not ban
to show you how to heal your soul that's tore
I am not perfect and so I will not preach
but I do with all my heart care for you
there's a hopeful, and beautiful future I teach
my gift of words are pure, and true
There is hope, there is life, there is love
There is a place of joy and sunshine
Have faith, have patience, troubles can be solve
You can have happiness and hear words that are kind
by Kim (Lamberth) Schirmer
5/14/2015
my heart aches from your agony
of what is tormenting you insane
I want to remove from your path, stone and thorny
Please reach out and take my hand
let me shoulder some of your burden sore
Let me speak words of comfort and do not ban
to show you how to heal your soul that's tore
I am not perfect and so I will not preach
but I do with all my heart care for you
there's a hopeful, and beautiful future I teach
my gift of words are pure, and true
There is hope, there is life, there is love
There is a place of joy and sunshine
Have faith, have patience, troubles can be solve
You can have happiness and hear words that are kind
by Kim (Lamberth) Schirmer
5/14/2015
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Literature
Pulling My Thread
Lifting at corners edge,
coming undone at my seam.
All that I thought I knew,
now I don't know what it means.
I contemplate the fraying,
the shadow I cast is all torn.
This body I wear has grown heavy,
my soul is a tangle and worn.
Breathing becomes a point of focus,
Taking each gasp timed in sighs,
Lungs full of tears now drowning.
Whispers replace all my cries.
Literature
Tied Noose
Tied noose around my neck.
I'm crying, scared as heck.
Why is thinking an ease?
Shouldn't acting be a breeze?
Wanted to jump, but I call you.
Everyone says "right thing to do."
No matter what I can't die.
Brain just won't let me try.
So many thoughts I've had before,
I can't even count anymore.
I'm tired of playing this game.
Recovery should be my aim.
Literature
The Musicality of Words
Words, I find, must have a rhythm
They ought to be placed with care
Though free verse means there is no need
For rhyme or metric feet
Still words must communicate
Through their musicality.
Words, when they are free
May lose musicalit-ness
They stagg-
er and
cut and
trip
Fall unto themselves
With barely a whiff
Of aforementioned pulse.
However, this is not what I would like to do
I find it does not amuse and entertain the reader - you.
Words ought to have a meaning
When written in free verse
They may be formed
Dif-fer-rent-ly
Than we are used to seeing
But that strange form should still
Communicate a sense
Of what the a
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