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A Thought on Easter (another thing :S)

Updated on April 13, 2009


Take a deep breath for there is no better tour into the world of poets and writers than this. Since our pens are ultimate yet lethal weapons, I dedicate to this little thought.
I believe hubpages is intended for me and you – ordinary people making their way through life , experiencing life’s ups and downs. It creates an opportunity for people of different ages and backgrounds to say what is on their minds, share their experiences and shed light on more important issues in life.
When no one is ready to listen, or when you feel down , let this be just a like home, where you feel free to speak what in on your mind without being prejudged or prejudiced. I also hope that one day this community will emerge into a cozy place where we get rid of out masks and make our way through life clearer by the help of our pens and pen mates, by sharing thoughts and experiences for sometimes, the only cure to emptiness is sharing .

So Why do we Write?
We’ve tried all sorts of weapons, when all have failed to make us visible or audible, out pens were our last resort. I’ve created this group to make others listen to us, rather than silencing our various attempts to reach out . This is a place to share hopes, dreams, failures, and all what life throws to us.
Remember: Our pens’ creations are images on our lives( in a way or another )


The most dismal chapters of your life have been written with scars and pain

Trapped unaware between the living and the dead, was it inhumane?

The hopeless cries you raised for heaven seeking redemption

Found no listening ears no heart to forgive you have become forsaken

For heaven’s fury has struck your pride with unlimited damnation


You walk alone in the dark’s stinging mist

Grasping a shadow of life you wish it'd exist

“You fall on your knees you beg you plead Can I be someone else

For the times I hate myself!” (by skillet: imperfection )

Filled with lonely verses of your own, on a dark night

You walk to loneliness hoping yet you have no light

Alone, again, trying to hold on

To pain you have become prone

The scars burn to the bones for eternity

Claiming every single thread of your humanity


Hello! Hello? Is any one here?

Now filled with agony and fear

You touch your chest searching for your heart

It seems that you and he finally had to depart

An empty hole claims the spot

And you are damned to rot


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      Uriel 9 years ago from Lebanon

      hey Cris! Thanks for checking in (again) LOL... well not that old trust me ... Yes it is nice to finally get these voices heard ... thanks for ur kind comment:D

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      Cris A 9 years ago from Manila, Philippines

      I now confirm you to be an old soul, my dear Uriel! Welcome to the fold and may you share more of that voices that you keep inside you waiting to be heard, inspire and enlighten. I say it again, like I told you many times before, let it flow...let it flow :D

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      Uriel 9 years ago from Lebanon

      I hope this time the beans don't get burned... HEHHEHE....wt are u making btw?

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      C. C. Riter 9 years ago

      Well dear, you have touched me in so many ways and this was so special too. very sweet, very! love now. I need to get to my kitchen and make my dinner. hapy happy now

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      Uriel 9 years ago from Lebanon

      thanks C. it means alot especially coming from a great hubber like you. About the picture, well i wanted to remove the email (coz it aint mine) but i didn't want to get a legal case following me (it would cause lots of problems due to copy rights :S) ...pffft it is like they wait for you to do something wrong and to get your ass sewed ...Thanks for dropping by and for this generous comment..

      CIndy, it is always great to have you stop by and thanks for the comment.

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      Cindy Vine 9 years ago from Cape Town

      Wow! What a wonderful poem! Thanks!

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      C. C. Riter 9 years ago

      Oh Uriel, my angel of sweetness. How lovely you are to share such beauty of penmanship.

      "the scars burn to the bones" that's what it is too, forever. "Found no listening ears no heart to forgive you have become forsaken" I have found it here and it is cathartic.

      thanks for this wonderful thought provoking hub. charlie

      Is that your email?