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posted by annabeth-crazed
when i was with you the world made sense.
but now the world is cold and dark.
when you held me close i could feel the warmth of your heart.
but now all i feel is the rain you left me standing in.
you said it was like we were flying to forever; you'd never let me fall.
but i guess your true words were carried with the wind.
and now all you've left me,
are bittersweet memories of you.
and now i know that when you come again,
i won't be smiling at the window.
for what you've done to me,
you need to feel.
you need to know what it means,
to lose your first love.
how the world stops turning.
blurring your visoin.
yet making it clear by erasing feelings for you.
and soon you'll realize,
that i will have moved on.
then you'll want me back.
but you want what you can't have.
because now the bittersweet memories have gone.
and i have stopped caring about you.
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posted by gublerlover1
looking up into the clear blue sky
i lay in the wet grass wondering why
why is there always someone that's broken hearted
and why are people always breaking them
the pain is always deep
i wonder why the world is the way it is
why do people feel the need to start war
and why do innocent people have to suffer
the acts of those choice others

things are never great but we survive
and i wonder why no one has broken down
and now i wonder how

how do we get up and dust things off
then keep moving without on sign
that something has changed

so then i wonder
how would we thrive if these things
didnt happen and it was all the same
the war and the hurt
never moving forward
never knowing the repercussion of choices
for without knowing fthe poison of something
we can not move on the find the cure
posted by keturahk
(alright so this is crap but just go with it. i def wrote it in like 7th grade so... -.-
a little poem desperate attempt to ryme but it gets the point) i want some one to love and them love me in return. i want to know wat its like for my body to truely yern. i want some one to want me, i want one on to flaunt me like some great prize. not hide me like some week old frys. i dont want to be alone, im young and scared of being hurt. but thats only cuz i have watched others be burnt. go down in flames of pain, all just becuz some boy thought love was just a silly game ............ i want to love and be loved in return but i keturah kingsland REFUSE to be burned...........
posted by Lovetreehill
One time, once only, sweet, amiable woman,
On my arm your smooth arm
Rested (on the tenebrous background of my soul
That memory is not faded);

It was late; like a newly struck medal
The full moon spread its rays,
And the solemnity of the night streamed
Like a river over sleeping Paris.

And along the houses, under the porte-cocheres,
Cats passed by furtively,
With ears pricked up, or else, like beloved shades,
Slowly escorted us.

Suddenly, in the midst of that frank intimacy
Born in the pale moonlight,
From you, sonorous, rich instrument which vibrates
Only with radiant gaiety,

From you, clear and joyful as...
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The tiny ballerina figurine
As unique as an owl in winter
As beautiful as Christmas morning joy
It stands alone, looking at the other toys in the girl's room.
She remembers when she first got her.
Her birthday.
Will never forget her reaction.
Other dolls came and went
But not the little figurine.
She dances slowly as the girl falls asleep
Her porcelin skin cold and shiny
Pretty white tutu dress
Always ready to dance and bring happiness
One day she was ignored
Weeks and days went by
Her owner, forgetting her presence.
The girl grew more, and her nightlight went
Making the ballerina feel scared and alone.
The...
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posted by Lovetreehill
LENORE

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll ! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river,
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear ? Weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore !
Come ! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung !
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches ! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read ? The...
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posted by irena83
Loneliness,
but still
so many people
around you.

You hide,
you run,
you don't want
them to see you.

Wrapped by fear
you can not escape.

You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.

Your thoughts
are the only thing
you can hear
clearly,
questions everywhere,
you don't want
to be there.

You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.

Life
still holds you,
but you feel dead.
Prayer!
Is it all
that is left?
It soothes you,
that moment
of silence.

You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.

Frozen tears,
soul filled of toss,
darkness stains
your mind,
makes you go insane.

You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.
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I would, to compose my eclogues chastely,
Lie down close to the sky like an astrologer,
And, near the church towers, listen while I dream
To their solemn anthems borne to me by the wind.
My chin cupped in both hands, high up in my garret
I shall see the workshops where they chatter and sing,
The chimneys, the belfries, those masts of the city,
And the skies that make one dream of eternity.

It is sweet, through the mist, to see the stars
Appear in the heavens, the lamps in the windows,
The streams of smoke rise in the firmament
And the moon spread out her pale enchantment.
I shall see the springtimes, the...
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