jmcasteel: Wish fanstory had an app for the android market... I'm in NJ visiting for the holidays and don't have access to the computer very often... I will say, it is definitely inspiring some new writing....ugh. Hope everyone enjoyed Thanksgiving (if you celebrate) and I wish everyone a stress free holiday season.... people are crazy!! |
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jmcasteel: So I've had this stuck in my head all day... and I feel the need to share it (maybe it'll unstick itself if I do...) "While like a giant, proud and happy, I take my baby in my arms, fragile, innocent, and alive And like a little bird he's pushing against my chest Abandoned, quiet and safe, for an instant, almost sweetly My destiny appears to me like a dream And I see myself, old and surrendered, Seated there near the coalfire, Waiting for the evening with the anxiety of a child, Just to see him coming back home With the gift of his smile, of his words and kindness It's like a promise that can solve the enormous joy Of one of his caresses Then I wake up and I have already forgotten But inside of me the kid's trapped soul advises me That his new born child is already more important to me than that of my own life...." - Andrea Bocelli L'Incontro |
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jmcasteel: So far, today has been a semi-lazy kind of day. Catching up here on FanStory and contests and reviews... Thinking I may either read later or start a series marathon of some sort. Just feels like one of those saturdays -- hope everyone enjoys their day!!!! |
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jmcasteel: So I've been reading and reviewing lots and lots of beautiful pieces today and there were a few that really stood out: Kept making me think of one of my all time favorite poems written by Derek Welsh. "The Kingdom of the Damned" Just feel the need to share it here.... 'Kingdom of the Damned' By Derek Welsh Sweet goddess of the underworld Fearful of the light Steals the screaming children Swiftly in the night Inflicts her lacerations And slowly breeds contempt In the houses of the holy And the sinners who repent The meek who build her castle Blindly scale its walls The wander in its madness And vanish in its halls For he who views his life As just a grain of sand Will surely lose his soul In the kingdom of the damned |
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jmcasteel: I feel so grateful to have been directed to this website. I've never published anywhere, my pieces have always been very intimate and personal. But over the last several years, I have been wanting to put together a book of poems....sharing my journey through this life thus far... I hope to find guidance, and maybe a few friends along the way. |
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