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Published: 2007-04-18 04:10:19 +0000 UTC; Views: 1315; Favourites: 35; Downloads: 25
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Courage was in a brown paper bagI left forgotten on a frayed, orange bus seat.
I once wrote you a letter of such length
It drained three of my favorite pens dry.
Dry like my lips when I first saw you
On a frosted autumn morning.
But the words were warm.
And now it sits discarded, second drawer down
Beneath some bad poetry and old midterms.
Frustration led to two broken knuckles and
A brand new mirror.Β Β And I still couldn't tell you
Anything of how I felt.
(If I loved the sun more then
It was for the way it kissed your eyes.)
I remember those days and how you smiled
When I called your name; what you didn't know was
How I saw you in everything I wanted to be.
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Thank you! This is a very old one. I am happily engaged these days.
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I still cannot get over how much I love this one. Again, I had forgotten it, but coming back to it, it was maybe better than the first time. <3
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This is beautifully written, and everything flows incredibly well.
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There are few things so beautiful and painfull than an unrequited love, nor as hard to get over, especially one that is filled with promises one has broken to his or herself. Thank you for the reflections and for the words that I wish I could have come up with my self. Bravo, Timeraider
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No, thank you, for these words.
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FAV! FAV! FAV! all of the descriptive words and the whole pens and lips thing....idk, i just love it
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Thank you very much.
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This poem is, just, wonderful. No other way to put it. I think that of the entire thing, the first two lines are my favorite...something about them is so nostalgic and the imagery is perfect. Those two lines caught me and I was hooked from the start.
Very well done!
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Thank you for the kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
P.S. I like your quote.
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I really love the diction of this poem, it perfectly expresses the feelings, but you didn't come out and say something so obvious as 'love' - except for loving the sun, which is so completely indirect. Awesome.
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Thank you. I'm extremely happy to hear you felt that way.
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oh wow.. this is really beautiful! i loved the line about 'if i loved the sun'.. that was great..
you expressed the longing very well.. nice
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Thank you very much.
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it was differnet i really love the pharse,
"if i loved the sun more then,
it was for the way it kissed your eyes."
It really caught my eye it made me smile and at the same time feel ur hurt and dissapointment... it is the type of poem that makes u really think bout what u as the poet are saying and the way u say things has a different impact on different people, but i think in a wierd way it leads to the same way of thot or the same idea. it is really good...
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Thank you very much, those are very kind comments.
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i love the words. the words! oh, gosh.
you know, i should probably stop rambling...
yeah. so i will leave it at this: i love it. LOVE it. it goes straight to my faves. awesome. wonderful. beautiful.
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This is an amazing piece. It really touched me, I actually felt my eyes water a little because I have felt these exact same feelings. I love the powerful emotions in this, yet the feeling of meekness and helplessness that go along with it. Very nice work.
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Wow, that's all very flattering. Thank you.
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I'm with the legions who think that it is wonderful in its crispness and poignancy.
I once wrote you a letter of such length
It drained three of my favorite pens dry.
Dry like my lips when I first saw you
On a frosted autumn morning.
But the words were warm.
That part seems like its been done incorrectly before, and it has been cheesy and ineffectual, but here it just came across to me as powerful. Especially the frosted autumn, but the warm words. It's so unaffected that it moves the heart.
As much as I love it, I feel like the time jumps around a tad between first meeting the person, the letter being away in a drawer, not being able to express emotions,then the part in the parenthesis and the last stanza, both of which seem to be referring to the time mentioned back up in the second stanza.
It may just be me having some reading problems, and maybe you shouldn't tinker wiht it too much for fear of messing up a very good thing 
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The setting is fragmented, and the poem does jump around. I know it should be a little more coalesced, but I fear trying to fix that at this point would only hurt. It's something I will try to keep in mind more often.
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your so welcome 
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Beautiful, touching, and harsh! I can see you hitting the mirror... I can see the stack of letters and I see myself, losing a blue eyed picture to the sidewalk on a rainy day.
Congratulations on being chosen for the Unknown Artists feature this month.
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Thank you! I don't know how anyone even found my gallery, but this has been really great.
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if that was liquid courage in the paper bag i definitely agree with your comments, "some things you just can't let go".
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beautiful and melancholy. very nice. <3
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You're very kind. Thank you.
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my pleasure! ^^ <3
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I love this, because it is so true. I really we all had enough courage to express our true feelings to the ones we love or like.
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i love this - it's not self-consciously poetic
brilliant!
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You're very kind, thank you.
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meh, I think I know exactly what you mean, at least it reminds me of things I wanted to forget... awesome job
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Sometimes it's better to remember than to forget. Thank you.
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This poem is very well-written and powerful. It definitely hits where it counts.
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Wow- powerful. Thank you.
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I'm flattered, thank you.
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oh that's so beautiful!! very direct. tried so hard but yet could not succeed... and still is haunted by it. it's very nice and not all poems ahve to rhyme
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Story of my life. Romantically, anyway.
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