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A soulless being
A loveless one
who has never found the honest one

an agony keeper
a lovely seeker
a misery day for a dreamy lad

loved by no one
unloved by someone
a lonely lad in unwanted land

an infinite feelings
of definite trials
hoping still
that would never spring

an endless thoughts
of worthless works
a soul of doom
that will someday bloom

i just joined here..and here's my simple poem.thanks

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Note: Since I haven't been on in such a long time, I figured I'd post this really long-ass poem as an apology to whoever gives a damn. Unfortunately, after re-reading it, I don't know what I was thinking about. Maybe you can make sense of it?

The heavily painted lies
cover the final fighting quarrel in my freezing heart.
It shouldn't be like this,
letting the voice dance in the air. And in this generation pure
thoughts are losing their way.
The future was torn by a plastic smile,
and in the end common human
emotion withered and faded--
And all so the rain clouds would glide far off,
and so the night sky would become boldly clear.
(And all for what?)

The stars that complete the radiance don't dare strike the chatter,
but merely cause the questions.
And soon,
he decked out words simply fail to get through.

Tomorrow is sealed,
and smouldering feelings don't continue to exist
they merely proceed around the passing day
and reaching to us once more inside the wind
they whisper,
all the way to the end of the falsehood
that is being disconnected from bare loneliness.
We're waiting to turn on the faint passion
Just turn it on with those hands of yours.

I could hear somebody clicking their tongue,
and I sigh in return. But it's not a 'goodbye'.
It's just a disappearance of a dream;
a hand-me-down to others;
a reality damped with sweat and tears.

And I'm on the run
waiting in vain,
not expecting the bus to come my way.
It's like a rebellious child that says "Forever and ever",
but not able to brighten your eyes,
for you know the truth.

The rain started falling,
like that far-off dream
and that too-harsh fate
and the moody wind.

It's like how several things are inside the fading days,
blurring,
wanting to change,
but never changing.

It's how you are,
a high-piercing struggle
'till it reaches all of the pain
by keeping in the warmth,
trying to extend it to tomorrow.

But you never realize,
that the things you rely on are our strengths,
and the things we rely on aren't your weaknesses.

"Now I've understood those who matters."

I want to push our way through darkness,
I want to push my way through you,
And learn every inch of you by heart at least for this moment,
to make this dream a dream of prosperity.

And as we proceed, we often stared at our feet unmoving,
taciturn,
timid pride causing up to kneel down on the earth.

It's a lead-coloured daybreak;
and our backs are facing the way out,
and we start running
merely exceeding our fear
by holding our courage over our heads
like a warrior's sword.

Let us scream out.

(c) Jadyn Black.

   

We might stray off the path,
just so you know.
I apologize if that wasn't your plan,
but I try to live without them, to be honest.
And I think it would do both of us some good,
don't you agree?
Even if not,
I must warn you
that we might stray off the path.

--dlf

I try my hardest to

Become your wings.

Now I realize –

I’m helping you in your flight –

The flight away from me,

Go on, be on your own.

It is my own fault.

I looked outside through the frosty window
Christmas lights reflected on the cold glass
And watched flakes fall, swaying to and fro
As they blanketed the hills, trees and grass
Hiding the graffitied, vandalized phone booth
And, briefly, all was beauty and I could feel
But if you peel away the layer to see the truth
You'll find, just like a Band-Aid, it doesn't heal

© Donna Roberts

The Neighbor

'Let's go next door'
but the Neighbor is looking over the hedges
August is the cruelest month
and when he sings the blues
he sings it to his dog
Maybe I should go round
'You have a nice voice, want to dance?'
but his catch phrase isn't that interesting
If I knew his name
Maybe I would drop by
and leave a note
his fence dips low, just enough to put my head off
Is that him behind the jasmine?
looking awkward
searching for an answer
to some question
singing a love song
that has no end
It just dribbles off his tongue
and falls flat
'Pick up that tempo'
Maybe there will time later
I think that is him now
knocking on my door
a cigarette falling off his lips
I don't think I will answer
cause when I hear him singing
I know he loves himself

I am a nocturnal Dentist and in every dream, every night
I practice in sleep, extracting each one out, tooth by tooth
And wake to the metallic taste, in the breaking dawn light,
Of blood in my mouth, coated from the tongue to the roof

© Donna Roberts

Her words are more stale
than rain drops through the ceiling
after the torrent

I live a life not of this world,
I love a man,

Not yet seened,
Not yet heard,
Not yet touched, 

Still my heart beats a thousand melodies.

We are gathered at sunset,
And departed at sunrise,

We dance under the moonlight,
And make love under the stars.

We stare at each other,
With such passion,

It almost feels,
Like it isn't enough,

To describe how we truly feel inside.

Relic
Oh come let them adore you,
With the flickering blue flashes of
their Sony Alphas.
For you represent for them something
Intangibly ancient, yet still intricate.
And while you may have been updated a few times,
and you are now John Paul 10.0,
They still think something about you is
Profoundly necessary.
And while it may just be the new shiny hat,
It is something that cannot
be deemed obsolete.




I wrote this about the pope after watching a PBS special about him.

every night when i go off to sleep
i lay down in my bed,
and then i reach over to pull the chain
on my lamp, i flush out all the light
a woosh of darkness overtakes me
i awake to the bluest of blue waters
then i rain down golden sunshine
in a shower of hope and promise
and the vast green sheet
is a sea of grass
fertilized by the corpses of yesterday
life blooms anew
each and every morning

The night flows in me, 
Like the river of my soul,


Gathered thoughts of you ,
Help me live by your side.


Beyond internal midst,
There lies a love so pure,
It sets me apart from this cruel world,


The way we touch,
The way we kiss,
The way our souls make love,

Keeps me alive even after, 
I am awake.

I love you,
I need you,
I want you.

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In Response to Life

Writing is the only way I can let it out
Even if it hasn't happened yet
It's the way I can prevent: feelings, urges and more
Writing is my core
Writing is mine

I will not write it on my skin
No, I will not write it on your skin
A will not stand for pain
So, what do I do?
I write it out

Suddenly my mind is empty
And not an abyss
I've let you out
My poor struggling heart
Writing will never tear me apart

This is who I am
This is the only thing I know
Everything else is a mystery
And this is a story

My story
Left for you to decipher

By Wilmary

When your heart races and your mind is rambling

You feel nervous and fear makes you anticipate the moment when your hands meet & the First Glance

Patience is a battle to contain. The calming of it seems impossible.

But the waiting helps redeem that special moment. The Appearance between you & me.

How can i wait to see you? How can i get my heart, body and mind to cooperate with your schedule?

I understand, But it's a task to get everything to understand as well

Patience is what i am trying to teach myself.

Patience is the key to Success, I guess that is why it is so hard to compose...

The Night before is the hardest.

The days before were easier because i had a plan, I could create plans.

Now the plans are gone and everything seems to be corrupt.

Restless and not about to sleep, I am watching the time hoping it passes like the wind.

Laying there trying to make myself rest , trying to restrain my hyper-nervousness to get ready for the big day me and you finally reunite.

The time is almost here and i am looking in the mirror re-checking myself. My fear has now turned into Adrenaline and i am ready to face this moment.

I wasn't late But beginning to hear my heart beating in my ears

Confident and cool when he approached me , My heart and mind was finally at ease when he touched me

Walking back to his place hand and hand I was proud. Proud of the way things turned out proud of the way i composed myself.

And after wondering and wondering what that initial moment would be like it was the Patience that made his touch even more special and even more worthy.

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