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Sun 09/01/13 07:33 AM
Where do words go when they're read,

lost in translation never repeated,

do they vanish inside your head,

embroiled in your senses digested deleted.

Words can jump right off a page,

remain in your eye forever to see,

fill you with love taint you with rage,

wrap you in chains or set you free.

Sentences unfold keep you transfixed,

chapters follow on from one to another,

messages behold emotions are mixed,

lost in the plot ink seems to smother.

Narratives scroll like an endless stream,

pictures tie letters with many places,

words in your minds-eye fashions a dream,

expressionless gestures from unknown faces.

Blank pages seem ever-so dull,

dots at the end couldn't be better,

rhymes of pleasure now become full,

correspondences start with a capital letter.

Some words hit me make me feel good,

twists and turns that’s took for granted,

the lines that I've read now understood,

acknowledged sentiment seeds have been planted.

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Sun 09/01/13 07:27 AM
Sometimes my poetry is deep,

depends on my mood,

and the secrets I keep.

Sometimes my mood goes away,

drawn out by the pen,

with the words that I say.

Sometimes darkness comes down,

an image of doom,

turns my smile to a frown.

Sometimes my heart seems to cry,

tears drip in blood,

yet my spirit flies high.

Sometimes I’m unable to ask,

words in a scramble,

becomes such a task.

Sometimes my work is a drain,

the title may put you off,

or the content cause you pain.

Sometimes life cant always be joy,

although I smile when I can,

when its hard to get by.

Sometimes you cant see the light,

covered by a mist of despair,

while trying to make everything al-right.

Sometimes I blame my Bipolar,

its like living in the dark,

when I desperately need solar.

Sometimes still waters run deep,

beyond the depth of my soul,

and the memories I keep.

Sometimes my life seems so calm,

upbeat and happy,

far away from the harm.

Sometimes when I find the time,

my pain onto paper,

I release with a rhyme.

Sometimes all I request,

is a little bit of love,

to help me become my best.


Thankyou..............

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Sun 09/01/13 01:18 AM
Edited by paganpoet on Sun 09/01/13 01:22 AM
I will seek no more,

Because its not there to be found,

Trying becomes such a chore,

My head in the clouds my feet on the ground.



When I look I fail to see,

My eyes become misty with pain,

The world is the same but different to me,

While the inglorious hide in their shame,



I watch the stars race across the sky,

And the clouds deposit their morning dew,

It becomes monotonous always having to try,

Pretending every day is brand new,



It seems like your fading toward another notion,

Your mind just likes to play tricks,

It's like when your floating upon the ocean,

And your grasp upon reality slips.



Don't look at me your sorrowful gaze torments,

The truth in your eye the spit on your tongue,

Your actions betray what your feelings resents,

And the journey you take turns out wrong.



You look as though you know me,

But I know that just is a lie,

That look in your eye isn't all that I see,

When you so purposely walk by.



I've been there watching you stumble,

I've caught you when you've fell down,

Your not the only one who might just tumble,

Like when it's me I just look like a clown.



So don't act like your a loyal friend,

And about me to other's you talk,

When I am someone whom you can depend,

But when it's me your likely to just walk.



I see you play your silly games,

Everything seems so pretence,

Those who are pure in heart you just call names,

Behind their backs you just resents.



Why do you pretend not to notice me,

All I want is to see you just smile,

Is it because I could never expect to be,

Someone you'd notice just for a while.



A good heart is hard to find,

Yet selfish heart's outnumber the few,

It's like broken promises are so unkind,

Even when they were made might have been true.


So don't pretend to be a friend,

Because my attention begins to just tire,

If your not someone who other's recommend,

Then to me your just another transparent liar.

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Sat 08/31/13 12:55 PM
I'm friends with my shadow,

it's long tall and black,

it mimics every move I make,

but never answers me back.

It's like another part of me,

tied at the heel,

trying desperately to escape,

never knowing how I feel.

I'm always by my shadow,

it doesn't matter if there's no glow,

behind me every step of the way,

quick step or if I’m slow.

The outline stands before me,

never late but all to soon,

a dark alter ego on the ground,

highlighted by the moon.

Sometimes I’m left to wonder,

my friend who seems so hollow,

while there is no doubt,

he doesn't always want to follow.

So am I always chasing shadows,

or it it the other way around,

it depends which way I'm looking,

weather my friend is lost or found.

It's only in complete darkness,

that I feel completely free,

shadows are the negative side,

of the light that shines on me.

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Sat 08/31/13 12:48 PM
Misty eyes in the mirror,

don't reflect the pain,

it's only when you consider,

there's only you to blame.

Words that's softly spoken,

can help to mend your heart,

then trust becomes unbroken,

although you drift apart.

Scenes of happiness will delight,

when you close your eyes,

memories warm you in the night,

while refreshing thoughts surprise.

When you build a house of dreams,

the walls seem to withstand,

but then it isn't as it seems,

when it crumbles in your hand.

Vestures of emotion begin to divide,

when you realise your fate,

no longer can your tears hide,

when your love begins to hate.

Strangers now you avert your gaze,

try and strengthen your resolve,

empty promises now all ablaze,

your differences to great to solve.

A sunken shadow leans on the wall,

while your heart tries to recapture,

remember the love that made you fall,

with joy unsung and rapture.

The sweetness of love now turned sour,

a relationship blighted by haste,

what you would give for one more hour,

once again that sweetness to taste.

But all you have are memories,

the good outweigh the bad,

love-songs mournful melodies,

now remind you that your sad.

The bond you crave can't satisfy,

the void now in your heart,

echoes of his laughter only pacify,

his fading footsteps while you part.

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Sat 08/31/13 12:43 PM
Somewhere along the rainbow

I slipped and lost my way,

caught amongst the tepid blue

enveloped in clouds of grey.

Springtime steps asunder

as windless thrusts prevail,

crooked smiles that blunder

ideas are forced to fail.

A common place is misery

as love unties the swell,

moonshine frosts delivery

melting on the gates of hell.

Can I play with madness

a song that's all to real,

engulfed in waves of sadness

depends on how I feel.

Pain is just an emotion

that smites the smile to freeze,

lost thoughts become a notion,

and whisper with the breeze.

Do you want to remember

or like me just wish to forget,

a love that was once so tender,

but now you just regret.

Stagger past uncertainty

amidst the truth you seek,

feelings of misplaced empathy

frozen tears that want to leak.

Somewhere there is a nightmare

seeking sleep to steal,

decaying images that only share

terrors that seem so real.

Passion tries to hold me

as restless voices shout,

reflections of another see

to where you left your doubt.

Crying laughter swallows all

beneath the sun turns black,

lost souls alone seem so small

when there's no one at your back.

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Sat 08/31/13 10:45 AM
Do you love me for who I am,

or what I appear to be,

is it that I'm just a man,

or a soul of mystery.

Words I pledge to pen I write,

and toast your optimistic view,

agreeing that everything is right,

lost souls untold are true.

Language wrestles the frozen mind,

delivers a mournful throng,

smiles portray that they are kind,

but sometimes they are wrong.

Glory eyes stop and stare,

the wink of friendship pass,

you look right through though I'm not there,

my heart seems made of glass.

A cold wind blows and tears my soul,

the passion ripped from me,

an empty life can not be whole,

tied to the chains of mystery.

So where your love that has me bound,

and keeps me warm in the night,

a heart's never lost until it's found,

then darkness turns to light.

You say that love springs from the eye,

and touches deep within,

a true emotion that cannot lie,

but rush along to begin.

Yet in your smile I see the wither,

that has my sight undone,

charms that say to me, �come hither�,

I�ll break your heart for fun.

A crimson smile that has me aghast,

and shreds my hopes to fears,

echoing laughter that seems to last,

follows me through the years.

My heart I state is not for sale,

nor ripe for fumbling hands,

colourful words that now turn pale,

on ears that understands.

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Sat 08/31/13 10:09 AM
Love is a minefield no matter how you percieve,

Suspicians under foot created to decieve,

You tread in open spaces hoping it will last,

You take one wrong step prepare for the blast.

Barbed wire and trenches snag you when your glad,

Broken heart's from wenchies designed to make you sad,

Explosions of emotion rips your heart asunder,

Steps of trust just tease you waiting for your blunder.

No one told you how to negotiate this field of dreams,

Echoes of those gone before you lesson though it seems,

Instead you rush headlong ignoring all the pits,

The hysterical laughter of women as they rip your heart to bits.

Star crossed lover's following a path of unwavering trust,

Ignoring the dangers each step could bestow blinded by lust,

Through the scarred unforgiving landscape of tired eye's,

Not seeing the painful truth all around hidden by lies.

Shadows cast familiar faces which ridicule with spite,

The open mouth dripping with blood hunger for the bite,

Echoes of dismay ricochet like shrapnel across the void,

While painted eye's look right through you without pride.

The air hangs heavy with clouds of sombre mistrust,

A blade of uncertainty poised before the final thrust,

Cheating souls tread silently through the dying land,

Covers realisation with the many tears of the dammed.

Screams of despair pierce the mist looking for a way out,

Is this just another nightmare of doom which fills you with doubt,

Ranks of suiters following in your aimless muddy foot prints,

You close your eyes and your reason suddenly sprints,

There's nothing left but escape from this track of misdirection,

It's maybe an act of self indulgence to make a spontaneous connection,

Sometimes it's impossible to see the wood for the trees,

When all you do is cause your heart to freeze.

With heavy heart undone by thoughts of promiscuity,

You slip back into total darkness of singular obscurity,

Another lesson is learned amongst the embers of your desire,

Sometimes it's better to be by yourself than stand alone in the fire.

So love is a battlefield you lay forgotten amongst the dying,

Wounds of love are scars of the heart which doesn't stop you trying,

But women have an unfair advantage in their arsenal of tools,

Their painted nails look so good but our scars say we're the fools.

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Sat 08/31/13 10:01 AM
Feelings are not a theory,

They flow within your blood,

A welcome smile is cheery,

When one's soul is understood.



Crying to be loved,

Is more than she can bear,

But all she gets is shoved,

Whenever you come near.



She's crying because she wants to be happy,

Heartfelt sobs wrestle her tears,

But her frustration just makes her angry,

Because her isolation amplifies her fears,



When it's all over do we just disappear,

In a world of uncertainties where do we go,

Voices become echoes that nobody wants to hear,

For some it seems obvious, and other's just don't know.



All she wants is to make a special friend,

With someone on whom she relies,

But there's nobody about with whom to depend,

No matter where she looks or hard she tries.

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Sat 08/31/13 09:29 AM
flowers thankyou I appreciate your comments I'm a pagan (wiccan) and a contemporary poet with many accolades on hubpages.com

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Sat 08/31/13 09:02 AM
Edited by paganpoet on Sat 08/31/13 09:03 AM

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Sat 08/31/13 09:01 AM
Thankyou I have over a 100 poems I can only submit 3 per hour so it'll take me a while....keep looking

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Sat 08/31/13 08:58 AM
If I compared thee to a winter's moon,

Would you wax and wane and set to soon.

If I compared thee to a summer's day,

Would you shine so bright come out to play.

If I compared thee to an autumn shower,

Would you run like a river or drowned like a flower.

If I compared thee to a starlit night,

Would you twinkle in view or out of sight.

If I compared thee to a truth so long,

Would you create a full stop and prove me wrong.

If I compared thee to a fanciful tapestry,

Would you create a picture for me to see.

If I compared thee to a breeze that's subtle,

Would you twist and turn like leaves that rustle.

If I compared thee to a lasting smile,

Would you remain on my lips for a while.

If I compared thee to stormy weather,

Would you rain on my parade maybe forever.

If I compared thee to a piece of gold,

Would you remain in my hand for me to hold

If I compared thee to a moment of wonder,

Would you remain toward me any fonder.

If I compared thee to a diamond ring,

Would you glitter and sparkle like expensive bling.

If I compared thee to an act of pleasure,

Would you wrap yourself around me like some exotic treasure.

If I compared thee to a page of lines,

Would you reveal unto me a romantic rhyme.

If I compared thee to a single word,

Would you say to me I'm being absurd.

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Sat 08/31/13 08:33 AM
I�m lost amongst the memories of my past



confused emotions that taunt me to the last



ripped asunder with pangs of distress



like lingering moments of a cold caress



embraces that seem to remind



trust gives the illusion that love is blind



wrapped in threads of mistrust



a heart of happiness that goes bust



songs of pleasure that tease the ear



words of deceit that brings you fear



life on a merry go round that twists and turns



eye's of salt that moistly burns



tears of laughter tears of joy



the expressions the same when yo cry



a dreams a story that's left to rot



like the morning mist that dawn's forgot



sunlight embellished upon the rose



then giving warmth petal grows



but like a flower that's dry to touch



missing the clouds that's cried so much



passing breeze that's blown away



twisted leaves that like to play



all my senses refuse to agree



it's like some cosmic mystery



the powers that make us unite



can rip us apart like day and night



nothing is eternal like we had planned



promises made on shifting sand



the only constant that we endure



is at the time we both were sure



then out the blue begins to change



that's when you know life is strange



words like hearts can be broken



whether loudly said or softly spoken



without a heart would be good



but dammit! I need it to pump my blood



a lover's pact accomplice of desire



fills your soul with an inexhaustible fire



turns your feelings into jelly



creates phantom butterflies in your belly



likened only to shared intent



disrupted emotions we try to vent



pictures slide across the screen



imprisoned images never seen



but hope undone shares a glance



we have to try take a chance



thoughts we conjure have to steal



we live our life by how we feel.

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Sat 08/31/13 08:20 AM
Hi I've just joined and I'm looking for new friends, I'm new to my area and need genuine people to talk to I'm a practicing wiccan and would like to talk to like minded other's.rofl

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Sat 08/31/13 08:09 AM
One man's pleasure is another man's pain,

indifference is commonplace never the same,

what I like what you like isn't equivalent,

compromise is a factor you have to relent.

Each of us is similar though different you see,

what you find irritating seems good to me,

complexity of values makes us unique,

archetypal like-minded the one's that we seek.

A prism is multifaceted the colours ensue,

from a single point of light rainbows shine through,

the basis of mankind articulate in difference,

holds close to his own his personal preference.

Ying and yang two sides of the same coinage,

realized a portrait of expendable lineage,

magnets of humanity opposites attract,

two sides of an argument discover the facts.

Conversation is stretched to points of view,

that I agree with doesn't mean that it's true,

taste is like assumption it settles on the tongue,

sweet utterances to you to me seem so wrong.

The world is made up of psychedelic hue,

if it was just black and white that surely wouldn't do,

total inconsistencies in others can be found,

after all it's the same differences that make the world go round.

Try to consider if we're all just the same,

life would be pointless empty and lame,

it's only our uniqueness that offers such pleasure,

that creates an attraction for others to treasure.

Whole spectrum�s of personality for us to conceive,

if the truth was in the lie it would be hard to believe,

singularly we're all different and for each of us true,

if we were all the same then who would be who.

Opposition of character develops the mind,

creates a community for people to find,

robots are faceless with one singularity,

to understand reason then turn into clarity.

Discourse is a tool enjoyed by the masses,

if we were all the same then the moot point surely passes,

locked inside our heads we would become very bitter,

there would be no need for facebook or even for twitter.

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Sat 08/31/13 07:49 AM
Love is a four letter word,

often used but seldom heard,

emotions are a like a fun-fare ride,

easy to see hard to hide,

love makes the world go around,

always lost and rarely found,

love brings people together,

maybe for a day, maybe forever,

love has attributes all of it's own,

like passion flowers when seeds are sown,

love is never over-rated,

sometimes misused but never hated,

love can make you laugh or cry,

love watches life grow then slowly die,

love is a symbol of success,

comes with forgiveness and redress,

love like a flower can be sweet,

how romantic when two souls meet,

love a blanket that keeps you warm,

on a chilly night until dawn,

love the seer can despise,

the truth in your heart hidden by lies,

love is the giver that never takes,

unless miss-used the fragile heart breaks,

love like gravity can defy,

on wings of desire flying high,

love can surpass distance at will,

travel afar your memories fill,

love is the feeling that uplifts your eye,

love is a welcome and cheery sigh,

love is anticipation that flutters your tummy,

butterflies wings of gold, love is yummy.

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