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.
butterflyAs a dazzling butterflybutterfly by wikirat
I would go up to the sun,
To drink light.
Thinner than silk, lighter than fluff,
The heat will burn.
I’ll fall down,
But at the moment of death
I’ll go blind from happiness.
The Melody of LifeThe bird sings my song,The Melody of Life by StaciaLynn
Every morning at dawn
When the buds begin
To form on the trees, through
The April rains.
The melody rises, with
The hues of the East
A soft breeze blows, as
The trees leaves dance
To the bird’s serene tune-
Into the May of Spring, a spring:
In every dawn is found
As the East horizon brightens
Cycling the song,
Revealing that I belong,
To nature’s melody that is played.
to flyOn this earth I’m leaving no trace,to fly by wikirat
I'm getting ready to fly.
Buying increasingly lighter shoes,
And the more wide-brimmed hats.
Any straitjacket for me,
Can become a parachute,
And handkerchief - a sail,
(If I won’t catch a cold).
I look forward to passing solar wind
And I pray for heavy stellar rain,
To finally step
On one of the blazing drops.
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (ReduxRemix)Do not go gentle into that good nightDo Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (ReduxRemix) by IdioticProduction
Rage rage against the dying if the light
Fight death itself
Take flight from his scythe
I myself find no cheer in death
I fear becoming a slave to life
Destiny placing me in a grave
Rage rage against the dying of the light
Do not take my soul from this very realm
And place me in some hell hole
Where none have pleasure
And I am one of a many sad host
To coast eternity in misery for faith that I did not have
Rage rage against the dying of the light
To thee who remain
And do not care to take up arms
But rather fight for life than for the coming of death
Rage rage rage rage
And do not go gentle into that good night
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.
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
Blues SonnetWhy do the shadows seek to cause me pain?Blues Sonnet by NathanielFlyingOwl
Why must the shadows strive to inlfict pain
And taint the time I spend with the spring rain?
Can hope take root within a desert's soil?
Will hope take root amid a desert's soil
And spring forth with help of proper toil?
Why do I dream only in nightmares black?
Why must I dream nightmares always black?
My spirit cannot take another crack
When all my efforts are in vain I weep
When all my efforts are worthless I weep
And dread my dark and necessary sleep
Amid eternity that is tonight
I fear I may not see the moon so bright
Blues StanzasFor whom does God perform His acts of love?Blues Stanzas by NathanielFlyingOwl
For whom does God display His mighty love
And let the faithful pass the gates above?
Must He conceal Himself from me all day?
Must He conceal Himself from me this day
While for my soul i must endure a fray?
A Seasonal RhupuntSummer sunlightA Seasonal Rhupunt by NathanielFlyingOwl
Is burning bright
Into my sight
With much dismay
A sun-kissed breeze
Through the tall trees
Attempts to seize
My heart astray
Sweat on my skin
Patience wrn thin
How can I win
The strength of faith?
As my heart creaks
Joy do I seek
But it does sneak
Like a black wraith
Despite its grind
Winter is kind
To pensive minds
For it I yearn
This summer heat
Is all I meet
From head to feet
Do I burn
As my form tires
From the desire
To leave the fire
I dream of frost
Gives way to moon
Slumber shall soon
My all accost
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.
When the dream comes againWhen the dream comes again by Pies-Pies
And when the dream comes again...
We will return in the shadows,
Destroy the dreams and their hopes!
Blood and bloody ballet, waltz -
Bloody sacrament... It comes!
Fire, nought, death and confusion
We will sow in wild dance!
Night, lasts for ages...
Let the darkness lasts, bloody paradise!
We'll destroy the land of men,
Untill night, and untill rage...
What I DesireI depend on my pride too much.What I Desire by Annabelle-Amber
Blinding me from the world of reality.
Making me reach to the heavens in joy,
As I see everything impossible.
Though I'm afraid on taking a risk,
But as I formed experiences from my failures,
Again, I see everything impossible.
Making me seek the bright side.
But, there are times,
That I would think it's pointless.
Making up reasons to live and forget.
Ignoring the game of life.
But in my heart,
It's telling me,
To give it a try.
Again, and again.
Sewed and Sowed.The dollSewed and Sowed. by Nestharon
Will be sewed-
It shall hold
Will be sowed-
The flower Of madness
Into this world
No more sorrow
Feelings will I cherish
Of these torments
Within my dreams.
OddityOddity by Spicymiller
When we first met
I was wary of you
You were an oddity to me
I didn't know what to make of you
So months passed
You would stare & I would stare back
Unnerved I was
But the day came when no one was around
We were alone together
You cried & I hesitantly picked you up
Continuously attainingWhen I close my eyes, I can see the compassion extending.Continuously attaining by ysatnafiction
First it crosses the thoughts, passes the conversations and arrives at the edge of realization.
At this very moment the innocence of togetherness is blooming.
Left in an instant of calmness, right in front of patiently approaching relaxation.
Years go by, yet time does not.
Once we are in unity, twice we are completed.
SelfieSelfie by Mystic-Horns
I was talking with friend that was worried about the criticism related to the your numerous selfies so I decided write about.
A photograph that has taken of oneself,typically taken with a smartphone or webcam and shared via social media.
Its just that
and the best about selfie is the control like the picture will appear.
and obviously you learn about your best angle.
For me selfie means freedom of choice ie last taken...last expression without any pretension...someone that take selfie...aren't worried to be a great photographic artist...no way...
This person only want express yourself...your last moment.
The life is full of choices
And everyone has right to choose
If you want to do a selfie every day...
No one has to do with that.
The opinion from others always will be only the opinion from others...
Highwayman's Verdict ‘I work with my hands to make ends meet, just like any other man.’ These were words that Brav had encountered several times throughout his life. His earliest recollection of them came from the stories he was told as a child. Brav was no stranger to stories; he rarely had toys growing up, and when he did they were forlorn and second hand. “Second hand;” the term Brav’s father preferred to “stolen.” He had a special talent for this, finding pretty words to mask ugly truths.Highwayman's Verdict by Ghostpaint1
Brav’s great-great grandfather had been a highwayman; someone who wandered the roads between large cities, robbing travelers of their material wealth. When the deed was done, the travelers, often left in shambles, would shout curses at the highwayman, proclaiming him a thief and a devil. ‘I work with my hands to make ends meet, just like any other man,’ they would always respond, like some unwritten code a
The girl next to meHow could I forget her?The girl next to me by SILENTJUSTICE
Her long hair seemed made from a piece of fire,
The sun painted some touches of grace on it
Like a divine comb over the ocean
And the wind knew how to caress its soul.
Waves of sweetness fell down over her white shirt.
I remember all...I remember well.
It always looked good to me.
I was in love...I fell in love.
I never knew how it smelled,
I never stayed that close.
I was so shy
I was just twelve.
It always was tied
She looked so cute
But the day that ribbon left that sea
I saw the glory.
Her hands giving shape to that delicate forest.
She was my queen, my princess, my everything.
I'd ask heaven to stop the time
Because that girl was my life.
I woke up only for her,
To find her, to see her.
Her eyes made me feel I didn't belong there.
Her lips made me think of old songs my dad loved,
Full of poetry I was not able to compose.
I imagined myself singing for her
And she smiling at me.
My pillow knew all of the things I wanted to say,
All of the dreams, all of my te
Language of FlowersYou wove Forget-me-notsLanguage of Flowers by SilverWynd
in my hair, each one
a promise offered,
like the dandelion kisses
you place behind my ear,
wild and full of wishes.
Your fingers the velveteen
touch of rose petals upon
my skin awakens my senses,
each of your words adds
another link to the daisy
chains you bind around my
I see the hyacinth
in your eyes,
brimming with sorrow
and joy for a love
that once died
but now blooms
Theme 16, Questioning: Do you see?Do you see the question?Theme 16, Questioning: Do you see? by baileyalice222
The question in my eyes.
Do you see it in my smile?
In the blush that taints my cheeks?
Or in my shy glances?
Do you see,
See my affection?
Can't you answer my question?
Do you see the love in my eyes?
For I see you.
And darling, you're the answer.
All ConsumingI submerge myselfAll Consuming by SilverWynd
within the pool,
take a breath
and let myself sink
slowly feeling the air escape
while I conjure up thoughts of you.
It becomes like
being trapped beneath the ice,
the cold a pressure upon my chest,
which squeezes and squeezes
an oppressive force,
I bang my fists
but there is no sound,
no breaking points
to be found.
so much of my mind
refusing to release
your hold on my heart.
And all I want
is to breathe in,
fill my lungs to capacity,
allow the euphoria to take
me and sink down
endlessly into you
Twin's secretWe go the drawing classTwin's secret by DoublerTrouble
My sister and I
During summer camp
A look sent to
My sister and I
A question asked
the difference between
My sister and I
A small secret
A plan between
My sister and I
One day I'm me
One day she is me
My sister and I
The confusion and looks
A grin between
My sister and I
We see our teacher
My sister and I
That look disbelieves
My sister and I
A good laugh
the secret is safe with
My sister and I
The lady and the vassalTheir once was a lady that owned a lot of landThe lady and the vassal by zenlord22
She chose to split it between a knight’s bands
Each knight became a vassal guarding their queen
For they wanted to own everything
One a vassal meets the lady
She wanted to know if he wanted to go steady
He said sure but wanted one thing
To kill the rest and make him own their things
So the queen order the death of the other vassals of the band
Leaving one to take her hand
LoveLove is the blissful bunnyLove by jacoo23
On a chocolate airplane
Whose demeanor is radiant and bright
He brings you gifts
Who glow when it is night
He smiles a lovely smile each day
And is always in the right
Until the plane comes crashing down
and he pulls out a knife
And as you plummet he uses his furry paws
Trying to take away your life
And then of course you both plummet
Into a sea of seething bile
Yet somehow while your floating there
You think your trip was quite worthwhile
IntroductionI’m never good at theseIntroduction by jacoo23
But maybe this one will be different
I’ll have the bravery
I’ll tell a joke
Everyone likes jokes
As our new master turns to each of us
I hear a new sound
See a new face
But I forget them right afterwards
For I must prepare for my own grand appearance
I know my name
I know my previous endeavors
I don’t know any jokes
I see the master’s long pointed finger
weaving its way through the others
Heading straight for me
Right in the middle of my forehead
She gives me an auditory cue
I resist the urge to scream
I can’t do this
I sulk into the shadows and cowardly squeak out my entrance
It had no joke
I know they did not hear me
But the Master does not care
And as the cold shrewd hand turns away
As I sit in my old familiar shadow
I whisper to myself
The Creatures You'll Fear (glow in the dark )If you can read this letter, i hope it's not too late. This is the only safe way i could think of to communicate. Your situations' grave, but you and the others can be saved if you just open up your ears, take head what i have to say. You might of found this underneath your chin when you woke up today, read to you by someone else, or lying on a stack of hay.The Creatures You'll Fear (glow in the dark ) by glowinthedarkart
Either way, i hope you're miles away, and so are all your friends. Hope you made it through that river, all that grass, and past the fence. Made a new life somewhere better, saved your tails and kept your skins. Found a place where you can freely roam about and spread your wings. If you can make it to the other side, you'll find the grass is greener, you'll have nothing here to fear, for any reason, any winter.
First, let me tell you what i've seen. Just have an open mind and read. Please listen to my story, i promise it will not mislead. You've been deceived. Who knows what lies they've told you, or what you believe. It must be so
ShadowsShadows by Maylar
While she sits quietly in the dark
the shadows wriggle between her palms like mad,
trying to break free...
All the flames from her fingertips died
for the night
and there is almost no light
beside the moon shining down,
this eerie lunatic with the lopsided smile,
giving out cold shine.
With all her might,
she is squeezing and pressing,
the very bones of her hands are stressing,
moving under the skin in an uncomfortable way,
while she is giving her best to remain calm
and composed, focused...
mostly in vain.
The salt of perspiration mixes
with salt of the tears
running quietly over her quivering lips,
biting and burning through the cracks and rips
like drops of living fire...
There is a lonely, hot, unpleasant streak
slowly going down her back,
wetting her shirt
unnervingly sticking to her skin
the sensation almost as unbearable
as all those things tearing her within
and waiting to break free...
Sounds don't exist here
but she is still aware
that the walls stare wi
Simple As SnowWe held hands within the snow,Simple As Snow by SilverWynd
the gray trees stood
the prints of ghosts
impressed upon the virginal
it was then I realized
I stood there alone.
A splash of red,
like birth, death,
a maiden sacrifice,
I did not remember the rain,
but I remember the blood
it was there I saw your face,
a strange lover's miracle.
I let myself fall back
into the powder
like a cloud
where I make myself into an angel,
I always dreamed
of having wings,
while I feel my fingers
numbing in the cold,
if I close my eyes,
perhaps I can
Will you be there
waiting on the other side
beyond the brimming storm?
I feel the warmth gather
within my core,
and the frost begins
We danced once
within the hail,
like crumbling pieces
of the moon,
I never noticed the bruises,
the way blood in the veins
appears like winding
Innocence (1)crack in the windowInnocence (1) by WolfxButterfly
fat cat snoring
his fur in my orange juice.
fever in my voice
never leaving bed again
except for cake.
“are clouds made of velvet?”
you asked, and I said, “no,
but your laugh is.”
ForwardAs I channel my fiascoForward by justakid93
My failures don't define me or limit where I can go
Taking on Goliaths, Donkey Kongs and Ivan Dragos
Hopping over barrels up a mountain; Sisyphus
But what's a Rocky to a Rambo? A go kart to a lambo?
My greatest competition is myself
As I face the man in the mirror backwards is where I can't go
There's no half stepping as I Rambo my fiasco
Play TimeI see you there, hidingPlay Time by SalamiSandwitch
And trembling in that
Why are you running?
I just want to
I laugh a low
Grin a dark smile.
I creep up behind
You and tap on your shoulder.
I hear your breathing
Stop as you slowly
Turn your head, and I
Lean forward, tears are
Streaming down your
Face, eyes pleading for
I only tilt my head sadistically and
Burn the Midnight CandleSingle flame dancesBurn the Midnight Candle by DoublerTrouble
in a sky room
Words appears as stars
A story unfolding
A thought prodding
She reads the passage
A sentence fixed here and there
The main character
continues her adventure
The moon's smile
glows through crystal
The unfinished story
saved for another night
The room seen through
the burning of the midnight candle
Living GhostsThese living ghostsLiving Ghosts by SilverWynd
of ours follow us
more haunting than
the true dead,
they exist in a space
between life and death,
refusing to release their hold
We search for
seeking grains of understanding,
we look for their faces
SimpleLife with you; And I remember the snow globe of the sky at midnightSimple by EmaciatedandEpitaphs
How the stars looked like fireflies caught in cellophane
Obsidian pigments pulling them to space.
I can no longer remember the last time I was here.
I grasp at the wild lupine; an estranged softness betwixt my fingers.
And I’ll miss you, even when I can no longer remember your name.
Because you are special in all the ways that wildflowers are not.
Tragedy of LifeI watched you die a thousand timesTragedy of Life by SilverWynd
before there was a you and I,
I would see your eyes
staring back at me through their faces
with every new tragedy.
I can only marvel at fortune's fate
which against insurmountable odds
led you to find your way to me,
for across distances of space,
my heart called out to yours,
but then we were only children
floundering our way through the world.
And yet death still lingers too close
for comfort, I can see its stalking shadow
where others pass innocently by
never suspecting, but we have both known
too much of pain and violence,
we have both stood on the precipice
staring death in the face
ready to accept his outstretched hand.
Now there is nothing I can do
but hold on as tight as I can
and be thankful for your every breath,
inhale your every word,
I can take no single touch,
for granted, but your life is a celebrating
every morning we both wake up.
PersuasionHe said not to read too muchPersuasion by Vellaroque
for words are only words
and promises are simply
carefully plucked roses, left to wither and die
I used to narrow my eyes
reciting bittersweet lines even hours after
forgetting that my happiness
is apparently the ignition of another's
"Not like it matters now" is all I said
uprooting trees of ancient heart riddles
then bury hesitant seeds of closure
only for it to blossom into, yet another rose tinted hurt.
focuswe are the mapfocus by wordturner
of great promised treasure
catacombs of lost words
miracles in rhyme
unity of hearts
to heal the wounds of time
every breathless question
fogging the lens of history
focus on Love
Loners Happy PlaceAbsinthe green night sky, warm blue by dayLoners Happy Place by DirtyEbriety
Rich with rain clouds and static rainbows
Two moons ...though i have never seen the sun here
Two, one in mind
I created them as love, only one i trust
Guardians of soul, i keep it locked
Loners, my companions
...like whispers, sometimes just echoes of torment
Sometimes it feels soothing yet unpredictable and wild...
and in the end, never even there
Like water, sometimes ice, like a caress,
A loner, my companion
North holds the sea,
I sleep on the shore, in white sand while storms pass
Calmly, breathing in the chaos
And they are always by my side, if I call
We meet to be alone...
Calm time... the thunder gets it
Wild flower field with a single pine tree in the middle
Five swings hanging from its branches
They can laugh and the wind carries these happy wails
through out miles and miles...
This is a happy place
Thunder gets it.
just the horizon, just mountains, no walls
Rust coloured pure water falls...
Theme 14, Smile: AlwaysAlways will God be with you.Theme 14, Smile: Always by baileyalice222
Always will God protect you.
There is no doubt,
No doubt where there is God.
Because of him,
I will always have a reason,
A reason to smile.
Faith In YourselfFaith In Yourself by Mystic-Horns
Faith In Yourself
Live is a gift
Survival is an act of faith
Nothing comes easy in life
Everything is cyclical and open to various interpretations
Many of us do not know the value of just breathe
Many of us seeks problems where there is no
Our mind is our universe
Our body is our temple
We can do anything
If we believe we can
Live is a gift
Survival is an act of faith
Faith in victory
Faith in conquest
Faith in yourself
We never know
When death will knock at our door
We never know
When human evil will destroy our hearts
Our mind needs to be our universe
And our body needs to be our temple
Work your mind
Take care of your body
No matter where you are
Or what condition you are
We can do anything
If we believe we can
Everything is a mental work
Everything is energy in motion
And survival is an act of faith
Faith in yourself.
not a mistakeI should have known betternot a mistake by wordturner
my confidence is shaken
I am not a mistake
just simply mistaken
AgainFeet fall soft on concrete groundAgain by DanielleDestiny
Worn out shoes make no sound
Feel so trapped, but I’m not bound
I’m walking on my own again.
Midnight air cold on the chest
Muscles ache and beg for rest
For this life, I have no zest
I’m hiding from myself again.
People stare as I walk by
They laugh and joke, but I just sigh
Want to just break down and cry
I’m falling down that hole again.
Someone tell me why I’m here?
Please explain all that I fear?
Oh god who can make it clear?
Don’t want to walk alone again.
So many times I’ve walked this road
For my sins my youth was sold
This pavement has a stranglehold
I’m knocking myself down again.
The rain it comes and soaks my skin
Drowns the spirit that dwells within
I always lose, I just can’t win
I’m staring at the void again.
But with the dawn she’ll come to me
Reveal the truths I failed to see
The darkness becomes a memory
I’m heading back home again.
She tells me that she is here.
PerfectionI was once so petitePerfection by AngelicaVonAnarchy
That when I sat in my big wheel
My legs wouldn't reach
Seemed so normal but really an ordeal
In school I apparently didn't have the right shoes
Why did this girl get to decide
What footwear I choose
Such a simple choice that wasn't mine
One day my normal shirt wasn't okay
It didn't have sparkles
So I couldn't play
They wanted perfection every day
I had to act like all the rest
If I wanted to be in the group
Because of course what they think is the best
And I wanted to be in the loop
As I got older things only got worse
I felt alone and ashamed
My body itself had become a curse
And I was the one I blamed
My breasts grew faster than others
I got unwanted glances and attention
And girls in response gave me troubles
By claiming I might be selling my affection
I didn't wear designer jeans
All my clothes were from the Goodwill store
Because my family didn't have the means
And everyone wondered why I didn't do more
And then I was diagnosed with depression
Among many other
Wishful ThinkingI look with discreet jealousyWishful Thinking by AngelicaVonAnarchy
At you and your friends
Because when I come around
I'm just tying off loose ends.
I try to get to know you
Eventually you disappear
Don't you think to notice
How cold it is back here?
You only want to know me
If you can sit at the top
You want my praise and comments
But as a person i'm forgot...
You're not interested in me
Outside of this little place
I'd go to Hell and back for you
This "friendship" is a disgrace!
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)
CycleYou breathe the last breath of life.Cycle by Henly-Hill
Gently exhale or violently forced away.
In your sleep or at the end of a gun.
Death takes you in the end.
Then you wake.
Inside a room.
White walls and white doors.
Whiteness all around you.
There is nothing here.
Nothing around you.
Except for the empty.
In the center of the blank.
Infinity around you.
Absolute nothing at the center.
You walk forward.
You ask what this place is.
"There is no place" It replies.
"There is only your perception of the transition."
"You are simply because."
"No reason, no explanation."
You ask if this is the afterlife.
It tells you that there is no after.
Life is what you have become.
Death is what has transcended.
You lived your life.
You were good and evil.
Apathetic and loving.
Yet you still have not learned.
You ask what It is you should have learned.
"Everything" It replies.
You respond that you cannot learn everything.
"You are wrong."
"You were a banker at a prestigious bank."
"You lived alone."
"You never had a
Filaments and StringsThey see the scars upon the wrists.Filaments and Strings by Henly-Hill
The bulging bumps raised up to twist.
They do not hear the words that ring,
Hollow but true from out your lips.
Poetry is dark and bright.
It speaks of both the day and night.
But does is speak about the truth,
Or simply show in some false light.
For those that write of their own pain.
Some others think it is just for gain.
But how does that make much sense,
To enjoy works by telling blain?
I have cut and I have torn.
The shameful mask of grief I've worn.
But I can and will not tell,
Of days I wish I were not born.
So offer not some snide sympathy.
Or think to give some chide empathy.
I care not for what you choose to say,
About my own instability.
Offer care and offer love.
But offer not the silken glove.
The gentle lie that hides so well,
The hand outstretched but set the shove.
They see the scars upon the wrists.
The bulging bumps raised up to twist.
They do not hear the words that ring,
Hollow but true from out your lips.
I am YouLife spoke to the void.I am You by Henly-Hill
"Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."
Death spoke to the void.
"I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."
Joy spoke to the void.
"I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."
Hope asked the void:
"Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"
War spoke to the void.
"I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."
Peace spoke to the void.
"I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"
Innocence asked the void:
"Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"
Strife asked the void:
"Why am I the one that they hate to love? Yet they still do so love me."
Intellect said to the void:
"I lead them further toward salvation. Yet I also lead them toward destruction."
Madness asked the void:
"Why are those blessed by me the only ones to see the truth?"
Sanity asked the void:
"Why am I both the lense to see and the fog obscuring?"
Sleep said the the void:
"I am necessary to
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Three wild horsesFor the weary riderThree wild horses by wikirat
Three wild horses - cold, wind and rain.
Strange sensation is,
How calm is your hand,
Wrapped around my shoulders.
And in your eyes - only a shadow,
Sad as a November sky...
Day led nowhere,
The night is still waiting for someone.
Hour hand is trembling,
And everything moves swiftly - in the hazy-gray morning...
You’ll coldly put on ring,
Leaving from home in the morning.
Melting stars sing quietly,
Breaking the threshold of the cold.
And carrying my three horses
Along now a deserted road.
ReflectionI want to sprinkle a piece of meReflection by DylanSeto
Into bit-code hoping it sticks.
But no one cares about the truth
Unless it's funny.
And I've lost sight
Of what that is;
I've been taught that it's all relative.
We're all irrelevant in the end
And so, the fire that use to burn in my heart
Is all Charcoal. And I've been trying
To see with no eyes; to drive with
But now I know I want to melt
Together people's 90 degree angles,
Until the world knows everyone's rights.
I want to melt together the distance
That separates prose and poetry;
Fact and Fiction; light and darkness.
FireI never prayed,Fire by DylanSeto
that was Grandma's thing.
I never knew God,
My pops was the same.
The cross around his neck
Is catching dust and forgotten dreams.
Our campfire had a sweet scent to it,
A certain comfort that you couldn't explain.
I threw our photographs into it.
I let them hug each other and burn away like phoenixes.
I'm too damn afraid
Of our boat flipping again,
And gazing down to the heavens.
I could hide your reflection
Behind magic cloaks
But our face is the same.
It burns me,
But there's a certain beauty
In rising from the ashes.