Any movies that anyone views as poetic
I don't care how think they are poetic
Just comment quick with a movie and why you think it is poetic
Think it would just be a cool chat to have on here
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Listen My ChildTalk to me. Child of my past, talk, and tell me of the dreams that runListen My Child by Kein-Licht
pall-mall through candyfloss fields and dance with the cotton clouds.
Whisper those nightmares that arrive, screeching. Seething and burning.
Parcel your childish imagination and deliver it through my ruby red post-box.
We are one, but ultimately separate. We miss each other by miles, but
we're only an inch apart. I am what the world moulded, tomorrow has happened.
Yours eyes have yet to glimpse the world I'm drenched in. Soaked to the skin.
My mind is foggy with nostalgia. My heart bursting with your love.
Your skin is only moments away from a maternal touch that mine hungers for.
Those baby-blues haven't yet rained the beginnings of an ocean. Oh my child.
I grieve for you. I promise the rain with pass, and the storm will calm.
There will be music, laughter and eye's dazzling with the beauty of it all. Not without its pain though.
You won't give a moment back, nor will you want to. Don't give an inch of it.
Colorfully Broken DollRed thread sewn into the veinsColorfully Broken Doll by Jailabelle-23
Blue thread sewn into the brain
Yellow thread stitched at the palm
Purple thread stitched at the lip
Green thread looped through the thigh
Orange thread looped through the breast
Red for heartbeats she's given to lovers
Who never deserved the blue of her memories
Yellow for the touch she has given
though the purple stains crest their skin no more
Green for mother nature who nursed her
when she could not feel the bright orange of the sun
Re-stitching up this worn out hide
Whose pride has shattered her again
Needles lining her side, like the hands of old friends
They run linear like a single beat score
A broken tattered doll, barely living
But sewing herself up, born to relive
Live with the pains of the threads to others
That will never be forgotten
Live with the acceptance of the scars
On her heart and hands, which will stand as reminders
Reminders that she was once whole
Whole but missing something
Now the threads act as brightly colored decorations to he
WeakSatan preys on the weakest of us.Weak by VioletRogue
He plagues the minds of the broken.
We who are torn in two
That is who he plunges his fangs into.
Night forrestI was going through echoing forestNight forrest by wikirat
Stumbling on exposed roots
By compass was going and without,
Across meadows and shadows.
An evening in the coniferous smoke
Is preparing a new night,
Trees are clung to me,
And shadows shunned away.
The night was putting primer,
For the dawns’ canvas,
Where in the morning will raise a rebellion
I am not in love.I'm not in love,I am not in love. by wikirat
Though your love, of course, is worthy.
I'm not in love,
But in this do not blame yourself.
I am definitely afraid,
Because your love – hurts.
I'm not in love,
Though at first I doubted that.
I'm not in love,
I do not want to go into the deception.
I'm not in love with you,
I have failed in love,
And in my soul - sadness,
And in my heart - wound marks.
I'm not in love with you,
My heart is just too cold.
I've been with a fire inside for long,
But, alas, there are only ashes from ashes.
I'm not in love with you.
And you did not fall in love with me…
You in love with someone else.
The Modern SpeakerSo as the speaker here I standThe Modern Speaker by IdioticProduction
As a leg among the many arms and legs that drive humanity forward
Do not look at me as above you
Cause I am an equal cog in the device
Everyday we live in the modern world
And face the modern challenges
As those in the past faced what was their modern challenge
We see those issues drifted away like the hands on a clock
And time drifts forward with every snap shot after snap shot of our lives
So here I stand as the speaker among the many valid voices
Equally effected by time it's sole tendency to progress and continue making new modern days
What impact shall I or you make with your days that end
The time will keep going how will I or you effect it's progress
All will ever be answered, so I do not gobble truth, I create my own and enjoy the nature of the facts I have made
And I push on through the world with my leg pushing, inching ever forward to what my be enlightenment or death
How to be Populardon’t talkHow to be Popular by Oilux
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Among the BonesOf a graveyard mismatched piles of bones,Among the Bones by Oilux
upturned dirt offer little solace for forgotten
no markers told of where they lay.
Silent burials happened there.
Not a word said as the dirt poured in the grave
of mismatched bones and broken skin.
For among the bones tales of woe sing out
sorrow for the lost moments and forgotten love
no one visits their graves in the forest.
Soft crying as they buried the past
quiet promises never to forget and please forgive
for it will never happen again they swear.
Yet the shallow graves all around,
speak a different story of hurt and pain
with mismatched bones sealing it away.
Unheard souls lay without peace,
waiting for the great one to call their name
among the bones they cry, always and forever.
Pinkthe boys gestured and jeeredPink by Oilux
‘what’d you do to your hair?’
‘boys won’t like you now.’
she turned away, smiling all the while
head shaved and pink scarf in place
‘because it’s too hot’
‘I want a fresh start’
‘I never liked my long hair anyways’
but at home she cries
though the tears won’t fall
because it was shave
or watch it fall out
no one comments on the lost weight
or the bags gathering under her eyes
for she hides it with pink clothes and makeup
chemo starts she throws up in school
the teachers send her home, but her parents send her back
normal is a luxury they can’t afford to lose
pink ribbons on cars
the color a badge she earns
blinds her delicate eyes
pink roses on her grave
for when she lost the battle
but never gave up on the war
Typical DayStaring at the window or at the wallTypical Day by Melanie-J-Howle
Not knowing what I’m becoming, just waiting to fall
Silence for hours talking in my mind
The fear of the answers I might just find
Laying here still not moving a bit
Seeing myself screaming, trashing not flinching a bit
My soul has wavered not sure if I am me
But rage and anger all I see inside of me
Destruction of all I have including me
I even question the reason why I should be
Crazy, screaming wanting to die so bad
But the fear of death now that I never have had
Makes me protect what I have to live for and what is left
Even though I just want to give in to that’s all I have left
Take me now and make me die
Otherwise leave me now because death is a lie
Living for others just exist to provide
What’s the reason I have come to this, I lost my pride
So see me here wasting my life
As many before I want no more strife
But I can’t go on thinking this way
I am tired to much to live this way every day
I like to think that I might
I am not youWhen you look at me, what do you see?I am not you by Melanie-J-Howle
My long dark hair or my deep brown eyes
Can you really tell it's me?
Between the bleach and their lies,
Am I real or what you want me to be
How do you know what you really see is me?
Never knowing just clicking on a fav or a like
The war I go through just to see your spike,
The spike that gets me noticed to you and beyond
The artists that love me and so on so on
I'm fond of pleasing this will not last
See I have this time but not forgetting the past.
You weren't there when i needed you, you have no clue,
If I am meant to me or mirroring you
But I don't care for the people that let me slide
Just sitting on the fence, that I cannot abide
You give to me now, then on to the next
You have no life a bad wound left to be bled
I hate the one who says I'm not me
Because if you were me then you would truly see
I am not you and never would want to try
The thought of being you would make me cry
But one thing I know and this much is true
See in this life I am
Death at HandDrowning inDeath at Hand by Lady-Paladin-Skye
An abyssal void
All their lies
Where is the angel?
Deliver me from
This grueling fate
Ticking timeTic, Toc, Doom.Ticking time by crysanthemum963
Tick, Tock, Doom.
Is my heart
beating this way,
'cause of my desire
Is it gas?
Or is just
the thrill of
finding someone new...?
Tic, Toc, Doom.
Hey, it's beating faster--
can you hear it too?
I want to embrace you in my arms,
and caress your head as I
reassure you--everything...will be alright soon..
Tick, Tock, Doom.
INDIVISIBLERiddled, shadowINDIVISIBLE by RJBG
/x/Britannica "Rules concerning the admissibility at trial of confessions..."/x/Britannica by CreamyDreaming
>Please don't ask frivolous questions.
"...and the intentional commission of an act usually deemed socially harmful;..."
>Maybe we are being prepped for revenge of the stabbed girl(?)
"...drama in which the dominant motive is revenge for a real or imagined injury..."
>Also apparently they put ice cream on hot dog buns.
"...made by combining, under constant agitation, the liquid ingredients--"
>It's a silly prank from the past. Stop crying.
"...structures that produce and distribute the watery component of the tear film..."
>I didn't know I had to be poetic.
Lost in LifeLost through spaceLost in Life by Legendary41
Where have the sweet songs in our hearts gone too?
Childhood memories have gone by
lost in the years
we spewed out of our minds.
It's all over now.
Lost in the song of time
Childhood imagination that made us stay up after twilight.
The emptiness in the world has come to be
for those who dream in their worlds at night.
Will they ever see daylight?
Lost at infinite sea
All the little things that made us laugh as we grew.
How did we grew up thinking we are invincible
attached to the drunken suds
that has made us into soulless beings all over town.
Lost in the echoes of minds
Our families we knew long ago that have past on.
Replaced their empty space before they moved on
with those we thought
were our companians for life how wrong we thought.
Breaking Like LightShhh...Breaking Like Light by Paul-1485
Nothing is real my friend,
Everything is fake,
And nothing is real!
Clasp your hands like a rose bud,
And raise them to the soaring sun,
Whisper your mind to the mighty one,
And pray we come through this unscathed!
(12th May 2008)
Ashes of RemembranceIt amazes me.Ashes of Remembrance by SilentSoulDeathSpoon
Someone that could barely fit in my arms,
I can now hold in my hands.
It's an awful feeling.
A realization I could've gone years without;
A realization that this has happened.
I know it's been over a year now,
Don't remind me.
But it still hasn't sunk in.
I gaze upon the urn,
Taking in all the attention to detail;
The etches in the brass filled with gold.
The swirling designs,
The black coat behind it,
Making the gold pop.
It's so simplistic,
Yet the design couldn't be more complex.
Heh . . . just like you.
I can't tell you how many times I gaze in the back room,
Hoping . . .
Praying to see a movement.
Something in my heart desperately clings to a diminishing hope,
A hope that you are still here.
I know it's useless.
My dearest Mother . . .
I don't understand it.
Any of it.
Will I ever?
It's all a matter of time.
I cannot tell you how much it hurts.
To remember the woman who was so full of life . . .
Now fills an urn with her ashes.
Love Letter to the Full MoonWill you let me drink you in this soft spring nightLove Letter to the Full Moon by WolfxButterfly
like a paper cup of cool water to wash my face with
and run through my hands, clean as warm cotton,
or a butterfly burst fresh from its chrysalis?
Will you let me be your new beginning like an open book
and a new voice, one that makes you shimmer
with the street lamps and fireflies blinking messages
telling you you’re a convergence of worlds?
Will you let me gently bring you down, seduce you
with words on paper fans and feather kisses,
or will you politely decline and simply be the light,
friendly and powerful, that serves to guide me home?
ANGEL FERRY WANDButterflies, jumbling lightANGEL FERRY WAND by RJBG
Caterpillars climb, cocooned
Marry me a moth
In the sugar plum of twilights,
Rustle leaves by the silk lay breeze
Arcadiai. You know how sometimes you want to be a playlist for someone? To be a fifty-three minute and forty-five second track on ambiguity, longing and nostalgia. A homemade mixtape they’d take with their late afternoon drives, when the borders between the dusky setting sun smudge into the perfect shadowed sky. You’re not there with them; your scents not intermingling with each other. But somehow, they’re closer to you than the salty and sugary wind you breathe, while thinking at the same time whether or not they’re in their own world; their own genre.Arcadia by DSteffi
ii. And maybe it’s because we’re all gripped with a little bit of hypergraphia that goes vomiting on every awkward angle we have. An intensified gripping of intra-fireworks display only happening in our own ossified skulls. It’s thinner than a paper-thin margin how exhales of exhaustion could immediately turn into staccatos of hysterics.
iii. Yet that’s the imperial of music: multi-handed
My Escape from RealityWith my books close to my chest, I feel that they serveMy Escape from Reality by Yamiga
as my only source of comfort. Each heavy but not
nearly as much as the burden I carry.
I hear their whispers as I walk down the hallway,
like little monsters sitting on my shoulders
muttering curses into my abused ears.
Their stares pull at my hair
like little boys picking on the one little girl.
Tears as visible as air stream down my
I yearn to feel the love of friends
the happiness of family
and the comfort of a home.
But that dream is shattered
the moment I step into
Glares hotter than fire
itself send me spiraling
into my room in a storm of
Depression and anxiety
weigh upon my fragile
being like a hammer
sitting on glass.
I want to shatter
I want to break.
But something stops me
every time the door closes
on my fate.
Sometimes it’s a wooden pencil in my hand
that touches paper like a wand to air.
Other times, it’s my fingers lightly
tapping on the keys as
Naive Hearts and Silver Tongues“Honesty. Psssh. Don’t make me laugh. ‘Cause in the end it won’t matter what you say. I will only see you as a liar. I will only remember your snide greasy grin. How that silver tongue spewed pride instead of truth.” Nikki glares out into the cellophane blackness. She feels the icy winds of October gush through her nostrils. The night reeks of cedar and damp earth and rotten beer cans no one bothered to throw away. She used to crave midnight, used to yearn for it’s vast expansion of possibilities. A galaxy of fireflies he had once said. Now its just some cosmic joke. Light glistening in the distance, beacons of hope beckoning to be yours. But never tangible, never within reach.Naive Hearts and Silver Tongues by EmaciatedandEpitaphs
John’s voice begins to spool too smooth from his throat, an exaggerated silk that begins to cradle and engulfs her senses. She quivers as his velvet breathe bubbles down her
They'll just see the ashesSo ignite with me; lets all burn together.They'll just see the ashes by brownhairedmaiden
They'll see us exploding, bodies flying across the black sky speckled with silver
and all that will be left of us are the ashes.
We've never painted the night with the colors from the fireworks,
we've always been about the bang, the boom, crack
that lets everyone know we're here, we've already started.
Don't leave this world in a whisper.
Make sure they know you exist.
Kiss meA little love was what she wantedKiss me by SalamiSandwitch
Not a hug
She watched idly by as all
Her friends got boyfriends and
Their first kiss...
They told her after a breakup that
Romance is not worth
But she didn't believe them.
After all, as soon as they told her
That, they were off again kissing
She wanted romance,
So she sought it out.
And she's still searching.
Rose Colored DreamsThe memories still lastRose Colored Dreams by Lady-Paladin-Skye
Of a love long past
The faintest whisper he speaks
Welcomes her into a dream filled sleep
As she watches the sky lit up by the moon
She thinks of how it ended too soon
A kindred spirit will not be forsaken
So long as she does not awaken
ENCHANT BEJEWELMarsh mellow halo'sENCHANT BEJEWEL by RJBG
Toffee coated apples
Sugar tipped arrows
Eve cradles, wishing wells
Adam bells and whistles
Eden in frills and squealish
The angels harp
Sonnets, away in a manger
Bard SongI can never forget the soundBard Song by SilverWynd
of your music,
I just have to close my eyes
and it overwhelms me,
seeps into my pores
quivering along the lines
of my essence.
Like a sirens song
it enchants my heart
culling me into a hypnotic state,
and I feel certain
I would follow you
As long as I have your song,
I am never desolate
or alone, it warms me
through a winter's night.
You sing into my soul,
your voice a whisper within my ear,
I feel you beside me
guiding my path.
How to Bewitch a Maddening.Oh,How to Bewitch a Maddening. by safika987
My sanity's disappearing,
it chips away unfailing,
for I can hear its
cries and moans,
it's coming away surely!
...my sanity's disappearing!
It's coming away with the wind!
why or when
or even how its been!
...my sanity's disappearing!
Its now gone beyond the hill!
So now we know that the
(a melody of keens)
and the distinct whale bone
may pull you to the grave!
...my sanity's disappearing!
You only see it now.
The yellows and reds,
purples and blues
with a smidgin
of orange as it
flies to the moon.
7. IntroductionHello7. Introduction by safika987
I'm glad you're here.
Now please ignore the bear
and sit on this chair.
Let's start this introduction.
My name is Pierre
And I'm the one here,
just so we're clear.
A book is a lovely little thing,
It is just heavily desecrated
by the hard,
and the words are what you want.
Not the lovely white page,
(even though it took more
lives to make.)
This book will be made of poems,
there's one so utterly mad,
it will shake you to your bones.
My time is almost up,
I'm sure you can tell
by the clock on the wall,
right next to the bear.
So dive right in
and submerge yourself
in this little book of poems,
and who knows what else.
6. An AdvertisementWould you like a pickle?6. An Advertisement by safika987
Or a pint of beer?
A sausage would go nicely
with this dressing,
Maybe the corn
is for you,
and this cattle for me.
The soup we must share,
it is for all three.
Where is this place?
A place where we can always sip our tea?
And drink from the boot,
Fresh from Mc's farm.
But sometimes I wonder,
why does it have what we yearn?
the only place where we can sip our tea,
share the soup for all three,
enjoy a cattle,
eat a pickle,
and down the beer
with the corn my dear!
Because Mr. McGath is always the place
that can suit your taste!
whether you eat for three
You will always come back,
right to our door.
The deserved MurderThe Deserved MurderThe deserved Murder by TerramArmsXIII
Whether from the inside or out
I know now that without a doubt
You’re dead, no longer a thorn in my side
Now do I care for the laws that abide
To this crime? no, for you have killed my beloved kin
With a never ending grin, time and time again.
Should I mourn because you have a family and kids
When you’ve stashed the hearts of my brethren in lids?
Fool, who do you think I am?
Some foolish man that believes in Uncle Sam?
Freedom for all and justice? Please, they do you no good.
I’m the shadow of vengeance shrouded in a black hood.
Whether the world thinks of my deed good or bad
You will never once hear me become sad.
Over a monster like you that only killed and pillage
Now if your ghost is looking at me, good, for I shall smile as I send your dead body to your village.
CRUCIFIXIONThieves of the holyCRUCIFIXION by RJBG
A soul seized
Holocaust of hearts
Genocide in the kingdom of heaven
Evolution, creation and division
Militant the bloodied prayer
Evangelist, vigilante and terrorist
The executioners worth
Sanctioned of belief
Devils doomsday and the Templars of Satan
-On My Knees- (2010)You can’t see it but its happening right now-On My Knees- (2010) by AlyssaStehle
My dreams are burning vibrantly in scarlet
My heart races in anticipation, oh please, just tell me what to do
As I caress your innocent face, I wonder why you don’t boil over
I’m worn out I can’t stand these sensations anymore
In my mind I’m begging you to take control
Until the pleading splits my skull
Your thoughts crystal over like frost on my windows
You’re frozen just below the surface where I can’t reach
Why can’t I melt that sky-blue ice that surrounds your heart?
Aren’t I warm enough?
I’m burning in the fames of my own passion
On my knees in the orange embers
While you look down on me from your crystal throne
It’s at if you don’t feel any fire in your soul
Scalding tears fall and blister my bloody hands
Why am I the only one that feels this way?
My heart is a furnace overflowing with blue flames
While you sit on the roof like an icicle waiting to fall
Without You I Am a MonsterI walked the path of broken glassWithout You I Am a Monster by SilverWynd
watching your reflection splintered
within the blood, a sacrifice never asked,
but I gave it as a catharsis for my own
pain which shrieked like the furies
within my festering soul.
In my heart there is a Kraken
tossing in a restless slumber,
awaiting to burst out, and send
tendrils of darkness beneath
Only your wild ocean eyes which
remind it of home and the way
your fingers like waves danced across
the harp strings to play a siren's song
lulled it into soothing slumber.
But you have been lost somewhere
in the ether, and I would drag my monsters
into the caves of the underworld to offer up
this blood to gods and the dead if it would
call you back to me.
While you remain in purgatory
Cerberus knocks upon my skull
gnawing on my brain, my smile becomes
a soundless scream and soon I will see
the world through Medusa eyes,
all cold stone and frozen time.
10. In The StormAn unholy billow of black,10. In The Storm by safika987
stretched across the sky.
Neither the sun
nor the moon dared shine
as they hid behind.
Nimble arms of cloud
with great and bony fingers,
twisted and touched the ground.
it held no mercy
but was as delicate as an ice figure.
9. MirrorLook,9. Mirror by safika987
what do you see?
sitting on a branch,
a branch of the fig tree?
a crack in the wall,
If only it could cull the calls.
So it seems,
It seems to me
you need to look again
try to sneak a peek.
Perhaps the one on a tree
isn't all that you see?
Like Father, like Daughter...When I was a child, I heardLike Father, like Daughter... by SalamiSandwitch
Like father, like daughter.
I hated it.
The last thing I wanted was
To be like him
Like that monster.
I wanted to be good
To be pure.
Instead of returning love with a smack,
I would return it with a kiss,
Or a hug.
I loved him,
And maybe he loved me,
But he didn't show it.
And now I am here,
My child cowering under me,
My hand in the air.
I did it.
The thing I swore I wouldn't do:
Be like my father.
Sometimes Dead Girls Forget What Stars Look LikeThose nights insomnia catches up to me,Sometimes Dead Girls Forget What Stars Look Like by InterrogateMe
I imagine what the sky must look like and I count the stars
and I think, maybe they don't shine for us.
Maybe their glow is their way of crying "notice me,
I'm important and I can do good."
Perhaps they're searching for meaning in their life,
just the way we use them to search for our home across the ocean
and for a new world
and for something other than dead sea.
Maybe they're afraid of burning out
just like I'm afraid of burning down bridges and friendships
and maybe they think they're not good enough
that they could have been better,
that they could have been a sun or a planet
but they missed their opportunity.
I wonder if the stars live in cliques,
or if those constellations are their family members,
and I wonder if they ever get into fights with their parents
or run away from home
or write about it?
I bet the stars live like us,
but what would I know?
I'm just a dead girl from the grave,
and I haven't seen a star in decades.
Love's PilgrimagePainstakingly I sift throughLove's Pilgrimage by SilverWynd
the sand to seek the broken pieces
of your mind which have been left behind,
scattered by desert winds.
The sun may beat against my back,
angry, relentless, ruthless,
with grit within my eyes, and parched lips.
Once I have collected the last remnants
of all you have lost I arrange the pieces
together, sharp edges cut my fingers,
it is only right that I bleed for your,
you have bled enough.
This sacrifice you never would have
asked of me, it is the labor I need
to prove to myself that I am worth
KarmaWhen I think ahead, maybeKarma by SalamiSandwitch
Twenty years in the future, I
Just can't seem to see
Not with you, or
With him, or
I don't see myself growing
I wonder if maybe I did
Something in a past life that
I must repay in
STAR NAVIGATORPlanets aligned in the Neptune nightSTAR NAVIGATOR by RJBG
Jupiter's blossom on the ancient shoreline
Atlantis howls in the teaming reign of stars
Her majesty's moon
Trails from the astral belt
Burning up in the atmosphere of a thousand wishes
Cradled in the gravity
of nursery rhymes
of lunar tidings
In the abyss
Kingdoms in heaven of God
-Part The Curtains- (2010)The keyhole shaped part in my curtains-Part The Curtains- (2010) by AlyssaStehle
Revealed a cool gray moonscape buried in snow
Even though the night was broken and torn
And left to cower in the shadows the streetlight cast
While standing in the midst of our human fear
Trying to defend the slumbering streets from the dark
No matter how lonely the night becomes
Across the street in my neighbors home
Midnight televisions flicker with their familiar static blue
Their curtains are parted ever so slightly
Making me feel like a dangerous stalker on the lawn
I wonder if they ever see the moons powdery phantom
From the earth enveloped in icy fingers of snow
Can they see the childlike fear we have?
Reflected in the streetlights glow?
Docta IgnorantiaDocta Ignorantia by CRYPTOXEER-IV
To reach Wisdom, Ethics, Virtue and Freedom
There are two ways to take
Are the Reason and Sentiment,
Enlightenment and Romanticism
(Among other things intrinsic)
needed of the Two,
Science is a tool that could dominate only with great level of philosophy
This is also part of the work that moves invisibly in society
If we use reason we will be considering irrelevant life,
and what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and loses his soul in the way?
and if we use the sentimental be left clinging to things that do not belong to us,
and the goal is not to die for these, is live (unless is a Social Cause)
and do live stuff,
But if we do not use any of them we were there
where we came from the primitive world, animals,
We were there in 'the Mother of the Admiration'
The Blessed Ignorance
'He who can not keep their accounts
for about three thousand years
it is like an ignorant in the dark
and only lives a day '(Goethe)
Maybe something Cruel but true.
In its relat
A Plethora in need of an earA Plethora in need of a EarA Plethora in need of an ear by TerramArmsXIII
An abundance of this world
Told they need to succeed, told to be
the weight of family ties, economic success, and a
EmpowermentSkirting the edge ofEmpowerment by Lady-Paladin-Skye
Is normal in its
For there is no greater
Than reaching one's
Letter to Santa.Angels whisperingLetter to Santa. by Nestharon
Holidays are knocking
New Year is watching
Santa is waiting
For everyone to change
From hate to love
From ignorance to care
From receiving to giving.
What does Christmas mean?
Not the birth of a child
Not compensating gifts
Rather sharing Love
Care and Joy
Do you need more?
What does New Years Eve mean?
Not the party
Not the drinking
And forgetting the past-
Never think of it
Who is Santa?
Not a person
Not an entity
Rather a help
To materialize our dreams.
Now you know our message
Are you willing to write the letter
To Dear Old Santa?
Ann-ClaireHello there, Mrs.Thompson, sayAnn-Claire by Diluculi
May Ann-Claire please come out today?
It is a sunny day today,
We want to play, we want to play!
What do you mean, she is not there?
Where did she go then, tell me, where?
What do you mean by "I don't care!"?
Where is Ann-Claire, where is Ann-Claire?
Guys, Look! Up there, the window, d'ya see?
Ann-Claire's here, she just waved at me!
Now help me climbing up that tree!
Let's help her flee, let's help her flee!
Distract her mum, who's the bad guy!
Ann-Claire, come with us, don't be shy!
Wait, how did you get that black eye?
And please don't lie, and please don't lie!
Oh shit, your mum's coming, time's scant
Please hurry and let's go to my aunt!
Stop saying, claiming that you can't,
Just let her rant, just let her rant!
Boy, that was close, how did it go?
What's going on there, let us know!
Why did she stay? Was she too slow?
Ann-Claire said no, Ann Claire said no...
MelodyTwinkle Twinkle little star, you don’t know where you are, hush my dear you mustn't cry, while I am right by your side.Melody by TheAssholeProphet
(changes to slower, higher pitch/tone)
You'll be all right, you're safe here, no more darkness, no more fear.
With my arms warm embrace you can now longer face, the space that made you cave and cry, hush now, you're by my side. (level)
By my side... (pitch raises.)
Tiny little hands, so small, yet so grand, inside you I feel a spark, a life, a love, a tiny heart, beating so erratically, all for love, all for me, hush now. (higher on the last two words)
Your here now. (same pitch)
Your by my side. (lower pitched)
Fire Mind Am I crazy? Will I die unloved?Fire Mind by Regal-Pinion
Must I be remembered for all the harm I caused?
Do I need someone to call out my name?
Will I cause this world to burn down in flames?
Sand melted into glass sticks
Fragile flames from the fantastic
Thoughts we hide leaves us spastic
Metal's melting with our plastic
Flicker flicker sparks and liquor
Fire fights leaves us sicker
See the blaze rising quicker
Than smolder homes made of wicker
Burn! Burn! Toward the floor
Leave me, Past, forever more
Let me hide in my scores
Of thoughts and soot inside my core
Rusting iron slowly burning
(Look it up it's worth learning)
This metaphor was meant for yearning
But I lit that idea since it was boring
Don't tell me I should minimize
I'll let your point oxidize
Only so you will realize
My soul's con
Song of compassionbetter peopleSong of compassion by Mag889
no matter where we're going
your eyes play always the same song
the song of comparison
is as deceiving as
the song of compassion
Horrible TimesAren't these still horrible timesHorrible Times by Mag889
when how and where and as who you were born
defines all your roles
and expectations of norms of your lifestyle
your body is your life
and yet others claim the right to
tell you what to do, according to your sex and body type
even before you are able to speak the very first word
so eagerly compiled in your developing brain powers
and even if you're not told
you're still in this or that life scheme
it's so close, that you breath with it, you cannot see it
until you somehow stick out
This is a group for all your poetry! I am the Founder and just wanted to say hello
I will be looking after all your work with the help from a few good friends and fellow co founders .
If you need help with anything just let me know a special thanks to for all that she have done ,wil do and shall continue to do for she made me the groups new founder which I thank from the bottom of my heart, also as new founder things here won't really change since its been working fine the only thing different will be more contest really. Now to introduce our fine working co founders
and will be happy to help you .
We are hoping to make this a super group in a short while so any donation would be appreciated very much ! To donate please go to my home page and donate there along with a note to me that i can store in the admin area.
We hope to open many gallery's for you to place your work very soon ,at the moment we have 5 new gallery's you can submit your work. These are listed below .
Hope you will enjoy us as much as we will enjoy you and for your co operation while we get things back up and running .
No one is to bully another member !If you have a problem come to me and I will help to resolve it.
Anyone found to send in stolen art will be removed from the group instantly .
This is a all age's group so limit your swearing on the group wall.
No nasty comments or insults to be left on another's work !If you don't like it move on to the next .
Make sure you submit to the correct folder ,we do not want to decline your art over a simple mistake.
only 5 deviants per day
Well that's about it for now so have fun and get writing
Awsome groups who help us:
thanks for the help!
Immortal CallI won't forget all I've foundImmortal Call by LadyofGaerdon
Oh, you can't convince me
As this life fades into the background
I close my eyes and dream of what I could be
Distant shadows show the way
Oh, into the twilight
Lead me back to yesterday
Before I made the choice to lead a "real" life
Tease this ghost inside of me
Can't return without your will
With every breath I feel the chill
Life is slipping out of me
To meet the voices in the trees
Don't leave me here
To face the light
Call me back into the night
Don't leave me here to face the dawn alone
Bring me home
Starlight burn emotion deep into these thirsting eyes
Oh, release their poison
I feel the wind and realize
The emptiness of what I've chosen
Walking a mortal's beaten path
Oh, the straight and narrow
Tightening this noose around my neck
Pierce humanity with time's dull arrow
Tease this ghost inside of me
Can't return without your will
With every breath I feel the chill
Life is slippi
UnderworldBeyond the sparkly,Underworld by BloodEcstasy
Is something that,
Is not to be.
But Heaven as well.
Though you could think of it,
The muses hardly go there,
It is a place for the damned.
Some dead may get trapped there.
Lost with a new brand.
Handed down from generation.
Troubles lots of those.
When you cannot see ahead of you,
Or even feel your toes.
He still runs it.
Quietly I guess.
No one believes in him now.
Toga or dress?
To be angry,
The bidding of Zeus.
You are stuck forever.
Never to get loose.