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posted by twilightvixen09
1 When I see you I know life was made for living.
2 When I see you I don’t want to die.
3 When I don’t see you I sleep and dream about you.
4 It’s the truth I am telling poets don’t lie.
5 Sometimes I think I can’t survive with out you.
6 Sometimes I think I want to give it all up.
7 Everything.
8 Everything but you.
9 When I see you I know life is about sharing.
10 When I see you I know why caged birds sing.
11 When I see you I know why it is I am caring.
12 About love, life, and every living thing.
13 And now that we are in this space together.
14 I really want this to last forever.
15 When I...
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posted by gamer495
A silver glint in your eyes; heartbeats clean.
A simple chord enrages me; warm smiles.
The melody plays slow; performed quite keen.
I stop midway, but memory redials.

The octave jumps to brilliance; intense.
They love attention and thought; quarter notes.
Continuous trills and glissandos; dense.
Already chosen hum no other votes.

To accidentals for wit; humor dark.
Yet, the more necessary; balance sweet.
Some kindness with speed; held out at the hark.
Released the pedal to kill the soft beat.

All are strong to my heart’s will; every song.
The echoes beneath that for which I long.
Angels and demons were circling above me
through the thorns to the stars
The only one who doesn't know happiness
is the one who couldn't understand its call

I am Calling Calling now, Spirits rise and falling
To stay myself longer...
Calling Calling, in the depth of longing
To stay myself longer...

Stand alone... Where was life when it had a meaning...
Stand alone... Nothing's real anymore and...

...Endless run...
While I'm alive, I can try not to fall while flying,
Not to forget how to dream... how to love
...Endless run...

Calling Calling, For the place of knowing
There's more that what can be linked
Calling Calling, Never will I look away
For what life has left for me
Yearning Yearning, for what's left of loving

To stay myself longer...
Calling Calling now, Spirits rise and falling
To stay myself longer...
Calling Calling, in the depth of longing
To stay myself longer.......
posted by irena83
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Fearless heart beats
in my chest,
strong and proud,
sensitive and fragile.



Collecting all these words
you gave as if
those are significant,
but your heart has never
spoken to me.



Empty words you gave,
the depth that lies in them
you treaded,
though I still remember that
glow in your eyes,
I still remember,
though your false love
is spreading its wings
only in dreams of my own
world.



It was me who left,
and yet
I'm still trying to forget,
still trying to erase every
moment of happiness
we lived.
And my heart is not weak,
even though it's lonely,
loneliness itself doesn't fear me,
for it loves me,
loneliness chose me.



Loneliness is jealous,
won't leave me be,
loneliness is in love
with me,
filled within my heart,
it has chosen me.

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Natalie talks about her latest album 'Leave Your Sleep'; poetry by various poets adapted to music.
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posted by Cherry9090
I do not belong.
They do not see.
They can not feel the pain.
The pain of being alone.
Unloved.
I am dead to this hateful world.


All I ever wanted was love.
Happiness.
To have someone hold me.
Tell me they love me,
Someone I can trust.
Someone who will never let go.


All I see.
All I feel.
Is this hateful world.
Full of people who lie.
And use you.
They hate and most do not know why.
They think hurting people and the people they love makes them stronger.
It might.
But it hurts us real bad.

I do not belong here.
I am not apart of this world.
I do not feel what others feel.
I do not see what others see.


I am full of love....
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Source: S. Ritchie (montage)
posted by gublerlover1
i was only seven
you left to quickly
and im still in pain
i miss u
i miss ur voice
i miss those days
talking to u was always a good choice

u were always so full of life
full of love and happiness
warmth and safety
you were full of war and history
so many story's
i wish u were still here
i know that selfish
but it fills so empty
without u here

i still think of you
day and night
i still see ur face
hear your voice
inside my mind
and no matter what
i know that i will always love you
but i also know
that no matter what
when i think about that day
i know that the pain will never go away
until i am able to see you again

if...
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This is part of the poem from the movie "Tristan and isolde. My fav movie aswel :P
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posted by arcticflake
Slowly they creep up
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer

The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer

An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge

Never letting things die
untill we die!


Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?

Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?

Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders

Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and Love and Laugh

Is this really life?
The Core Of What It Means To Be A Writer by Adam Skelter via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Spottedtail139
\\What makes us human?//

【War】

War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile 
But we beg

War is the scientist 
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan

War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so

War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon by all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world

~ Written by a Poet for the Wandering Souls
posted by mountainlion
How I Really Feel About You


I hate putting up with this act.

I can't stand it anymore.

I have to tell you how I really feel.

I don't know if you will like it

but here it goes:

I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see you again.

I hate that you think I will do anything for you

because you still think I like you.

I like someone new and I know that they

will treat me better than you ever did.

That is how I really feel about you, and I

knew that you wouldn't like it, but you know what

I DON'T CARE!
posted by Lovetreehill
On my school notebooks
On my desk and on the trees
On the sands of snow
I write your name

On the pages I have read
On all the white pages
Stone, blood, paper or ash
I write your name

On the images of gold
On the weapons of the warriors
On the crown of the king
I write your name

On the jungle and the desert
On the nest and on the brier
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name

On all my scarves of blue
On the moist sunlit swamps
On the living lake of moonlight
I write your name

On the fields, on the horizon
On the birds’ wings
And on the mill of shadows
I write your name

On each whiff of daybreak
On the sea, on...
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