Thursday, March 25, 2010
The Trees That Decided Not To Die
As I put down my pen, I know someone, somewhere is picking up theirs.
I know that someone, somewhere is playing a guitar for the first time.
I know that someone, somewhere is dipping a paintbrush and marking a field of white.
I know that someone, somewhere is singing a song that's never been sung.
Perhaps someone, somewhere will create something so beautiful and moving, it will change the world.
Perhaps that somewhere is here.
Perhaps that someone, is you.
Written by Me at 3:53 AM
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The title is beautiful.
beautiful.. just beautiful.
i hope so too.
so moving text u write. i'm jealous.
I really enjoyed reading this poem. The line at the end rounds it off beautifully.
"dipping a paint brush and marking a field of white"
I love that!
That place is here, and for those of who read this, that person is you. Never underestimate the power of the words you share with us on a daily basis. They are transformative and powerful as only words spoken with love can be.
wonderful. Came upon your website by accident. I am enchanted. Have faith. Love conquers all. Love where you are in this moment. The people you are with, the city you are in, the environment. The work you are doing, studying. You will receive love in return
this was amazing...every post is amazing, but every post is a different kind of amazing. And thats amazing haha
Had you just told me that you don't want to do anything beautiful but the most beautiful thing you want to do is love me. I would have stayed their till eternity.
LOVE YOU THANK YOU HONEY
It's hard to find love in the world. Everyone is too afraid of giving love without receiving any.
But you can see it ever so clearly in caring parents, in real relationships, between best friends.
You can see it in the eyes of a patriot. You can see it in the smirk of a comedian. In the stance of a fighter. The fingers of a pianist.
And you my friend, I can clearly see it in your writing. I can feel your love flowing through your words seeping right into my soul.
It is beautiful and inspiring.
I believe it is there.
I believe it is you.
This is absolutely beautiful and probably my new favorite by you. Thank you. <3
Thank you for writing this.
nice! I'm glad to have stumbled upon it. -REEA
Elegant and moving in it's simplicity and truth
eloquent & beautiful =0)
this is so beautiful. But make me a promise and remind what it feels like to be in love again, Iain? Hes been gone for too long.
i hope i can be one of those people.
You have changed the world. You've helped people. You're a hero.
Perhaps it's you...
you really never fail to inspire..=]
Your words sweet and encouraging. I think if I deserved love I would have found it by now. I look at the torn broken fragments of past loves that never were. I'm so pitiful. Yet i needed them so much. Is that the best I can do.
I keep fighting because if I stay here I won't die. It will be torture. I move to change the places I feel hurt. This is why I hate myself.
Awsomeeeee............simply awsome words with depth....@m lending ur words for my blog in my upcoming post....of course with due courtesy
"Perhaps that someone, is you."
This is the first piece of yours I have ever read and I'm so glad it was this one. Not just because it inspires me as a writer, but because it inspires me as a reader, too. I think the most important thing writers can do is read.
I have always believed, That: If a tree falls, in the forest, wether or not I am there to experience It, it exists. That it changes with the season's and apon its falling it makes a sound. I love your words and imagery, it does inspire and that it what we do, we create so that others have the opertunity to experience the forest for the tree's. Thank you
I have goosebumps.
This is beautiful!
THIS IS SO MOVING. I LOVE IT.
This is absolutely beautiful, radiant, bright, enchanting. I simply adore the whole piece, although the last two lines are the ones that really pluck at my heart strings.
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