Unsettled
Unsettled I may be,
but someday I will find
life does not end,
but begins to thrive.
Out of the pain
a sense of new flourishes,
my soul comes alive.
Live and love
the time has past.
A new chapter has begun
a door closes to what is left behind.
So is it out there?
my quest shall be defined.
I fear not for myself,
for I will be fine.
I spread my wings and begin a new
My heart will soar with hope,
as my soul is revived.
Chaos128 commented on Unsettled
06-10-2009
MsKrystle commented on Unsettled
06-09-2009
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| You Said | 8 | 06/11/2009 |
| Forever | 6 | 06/09/2009 |
| Drifting | 3 | 06/09/2009 |
| Unsettled | 2 | 06/09/2009 |
| Through time | 7 | 06/09/2009 |
| Search | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| A Letter To You, (Part !) | 2 | 06/05/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Not right | 5 | 06/05/2009 |
| Forgotten | 3 | 05/21/2009 |
| What is peace? | 2 | 05/21/2009 |
| Untitled | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| Slumber Bliss | 3 | 05/21/2009 |
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