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Will it be loved and cared?
Will they be shocked and scared? What future holds for this unaware? What fate and destiny will it bear? We all are stardust, you and I, Made to believe we could fly. But time has passed and passes by, And all we do is try and try... And try... We hope our dreams, and make believe, Our fantasies and realities can be achieved. We toil, we sweat, we love, we laugh, We think, we feel, we do, enough! To what end our vanities pursue? Searching...Another cycle, until we do... |
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What do you see when there are two people,
Eye to eye talking through a peephole? Talking about who? Haven't got a clue? Whatever it is, it can't be legal! |
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Frustrations building day to day,
Brimming, boiling, pressures hail. Nothing's working, all work no play, Self-absorbing, all answers fail. Clamor and fighting, all kept within, Year after year, escalating fears. Self imploding, again and again Screaming, imploring, face-filled tears. Nowhere to go, where does it lead? Finding myself, half gone mad. Must let it out, before i bleed, Untried lessons, it must be had! Fifteen years, in one month. Crazy times, crazy fun. Silent love, secret front, Fullness of the moon undone! |
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As the morning mist settles aground,
Caressing, delighting the parched earth. The stillness and silence makes not a sound, Reaching for what it had searched. Settling atop the now misted soil, Coaxing the fertile land once more. Stirring it loose, compliant, toiled, To share the bounty of it's closed doors. Whispered softly, "Bloom again.. Soften for me as you did before... When winter is over, and frost is end, You will remember, I will make amends." The land did soften, quiet, waiting As the misty dewdrops collected, wanting The soil gives way, it's bounty grand, To blossom anew, as its demand. |
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Silly girl
As I quietly watch the world pass by, I try to quiet the monster inside. Fumbling around, wrestling my personal Jekyll and Hyde Never quite decided with whom to abide. Life as it is, not once that I knew, Now searching, not quite finding... Knowing, yet denying... Attracted, but resisting... Like a moth and a flame, The fly and the spider, I know where it leads, Yet I let myself ponder. Funny how things come back to bite you... Silly girl... Gotta snap out of it. |
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My Desideratum How does one escape the unescapable fact, That half of what i am came from your act? You wanted, you did, You desired, you gained, Your plans did work, you now have your reign. Where in all this, did we fit for ourselves? That one simple search... For you... How does one break free and stay whole My flesh and my veins but half of my soul? As far as i run, as long as i hide, I'll never break free from the tide Crashing against me, the words that brought shame With twisted meanings, my spirit was crushed Into pieces.. By you... Broken and weary, refuge i sought Wanting of solace, my chain you still pulled. With a sliver of hope, i tried to fear naught. As God as my witness, the more that i fought, The less that you wanted, and the more that you sought To fool and make fooled, You shift your intents... Against me... I died my deaths each day since, A million then, a million more. I'll take ten times now, and a hundred-score, To make it as i thought it before. Whence time and fate should bring us our destined paths, Torn apart by your wrath, We are broken... Without you... Awakenings from each sleep we slept, The sleep you lulled us, when you had kept Secrets and lies, hidden to project The image of perfection, lest we object. My soul is marred, with each scar collected Paradise when sought to be found should be to forget And forgive... Us both... What tears shall we cry For a final good-bye? You'd seek that same pleasure As if you'd not left. Though cutting us off, you'd never let go Of the fame, the glory, the honour as your own. You know, and yet... Not do... Perhaps love is a river, a memory that passes It ripples, it stirs, it connects then encompasses All burdens, all fears, laughter and tears Awaiting its moment of such perfect grandness. I hide from our past, to lessen the pain, Perhaps to emerge with more to gain. I do love you...do you...? |
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Dreams
Half-sleeping in my bed, wandering life, Torn between five worlds, floating in the night, Meaning one thing, saying another, Doing differently, thinking much farther. It ends where it starts, then begins anew, Much further than before... untouched. |
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Edited by
davidben1
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Mon 01/05/15 01:20 AM
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good writ.
it will always be... sum sea, others know. that which wanna know will never be able to tell the sea, and that which sea can never tell those it wants to know. and each human alive is the sea and the know at all times. the plight of all earthlings, to build mental strength for the next evolutionary level up. where all are the know and the sea and all can transfer easily all data and emotions. |
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"...sigh..."
Silence lingers between two sighs, Soft breath, tender moments... Mem'ries of a life unknown, Haunting an unending sea of thoughts... Willful quiet, lost in time, Faded strength, resting soul... A caressing smile from across the plain Pale whispers, beating low... An exchange of glances, a knowing gaze, Seeking chances, seeking change... what lies ahead, an untold song, A melody, a story, perhaps... |
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Allegory
Be weary! O distant travellers, Take thy cup and fill it! Lest ye make fools of thine perilous lives. Lie, wake not! for your glorious troubles, Be not a gruesome sight, And shall fill another's cup of regret! Your sleep be sound! Your drinks be sounder! To drown your cold. Stay as such! Ye wizened wanderers, Bask in thou bended bodies, Lest thy labor and filth be lost and forgotten! |
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"The Badder Part of Me"
Conflicted assumptions -- Two dirty beasts, That lie in wait to feed. Making merry of my plight, No reason, no rhyme, no creed. Little green men -- Prancing around, Like kiddies making light, Of serious things or silly ones, Never out of sight. Litter box Of tattered days, All strewn across the lawn. Crumpled, stepped on, evermore, Still waiting to be thrown. Fiery words, Once when spoken, Can't be taken back. A tongue that lashes, teeth that bite, Taking me aback! Googley eyes, That's no surprise, They see too much to this, And that, and here, and there, until Cleared up from the bliss. Frankie's monster -- All patched up, Waiting for the day, Fire and pitchforks ridding me of The badder part of me. |
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"The Best Part of Me"
Him 'nuff said |
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lol! pro'ly not what you're thinking of... |
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Edited by
Pansytilly
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Mon 01/05/15 03:14 AM
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"Heart-breaker"
Oh you heart-breaker, you! Staring all the time, Making me think, You're such a nice guy. You fire-starter, you! If only looks could kill, I'd be burnt to a crisp, You sly arsonist. A game-changer, you? I guess we'll never know, If seeing is worth believing, Not so sure if I want a show...yet. |
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Edited by
Pansytilly
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Mon 01/05/15 04:11 AM
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" I "
In the belly of the beast, I stayed half a life, an icy, cold silence, a fiery fight. Crawling out the window, Shackled to a door, Scratching on my skin, Breaking through the wall. A prince passes by, Walking in his sleep, Talking and tripping, Week after week. "Look out!", I say "Open and see, Your eyes deceive you You can never be." "No ruler, nor heir not in your state, sleeping so soundly, even while awake!" Time passed by While standing still, Waking at last, Finally! I was about to kill... him... " II be continued..." |
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good writ. it will always be... sum sea, others know. that which wanna know will never be able to tell the sea, and that which sea can never tell those it wants to know. and each human alive is the sea and the know at all times. the plight of all earthlings, to build mental strength for the next evolutionary level up. where all are the know and the sea and all can transfer easily all data and emotions. much obliged... |
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I wonder when the fish will sing, The rain will rise and the bluebells ring? I wonder when the sky will fall, The birds will talk and the river call? I wonder when the world will play, If we weren't here, what's night and day? But most of all I wonder when Can we make it right, oh when oh when...? CC: happiness |
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"Calm"
In peace, the silver dew drops fell Fathomable, simple, beauty... All is well. |
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Edited by
Pansytilly
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Mon 01/05/15 10:36 AM
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"Being..."
The answer is never an answer unless the question is posed, The right question when asked, leads the right direction. The puzzle is never completed until all the pieces fit in, The frame comes together first, then the pieces within. A tree can make a sound even if no one will hear, But falling once fallen, won't notice the fall. Affect once effected, will cause a reaction, To make matters of another with another one's action. |
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