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.
CAPTIVE IN YOUR IMAGEBlood tears a red rose on fireCAPTIVE IN YOUR IMAGE by RJBG
The hand of a magician
Steals your mind, captures your heart-
in a magic trick
Trapped behind the glass
Hidden in the mirror
Ghost in the picture
All That's LeftI carved a story in a placeAll That's Left by Insequence3137
It gave a voice, but no face
The tale grim, it broke a soul
It spoke of loss, of no control
It spoke of time, mentioned loss
It spoke of gains, and the cost
I would know, it’s about me
And everything that couldn’t be
The way the world turned away
How the sun would fade at day
The night that seemed that much longer
Only made me that much stronger
The splinter that sat in my heart
A wound, alive, at the start
The loneliness that latched inside
The pain I chose to never hide
I put my heart out on my sleeve
To watch the world make it seize
That taste, that need, for something more
And the will to lose belief
As steps are taken forward
The past pulls me to a place
A room of harsh reminder
The things I hate to face
The things that make me, me
Feel the pulse inside my chest
The fight to cherish what is left
I can’t lose much more
I’m all that’s left inside
StandI sew with fates in handStand by Insequence3137
A voice with need to take a stand
I am the frail inner voice
The shadow in the white of noise
I am the push inside
When everything has run to hide
I am retribution
When the blade is in the back
The pendulum of life’s pitfalls
Weighs you down until you crawl
Loss devours this inner power
Left as a shell that’s gone sour
These eyes foretell a living hell
The taste stained to my lips
The hopes inside stand withered
The stable things slowly slip
Broken to the rotten core
And I can’t stand to take much more
This smile, clearly so senile
Connected to my inner pain
While I smile, still insane
The world decays, dead and plain
Darkness wrapped around my heart
The poisoned ground for a fresh start
As the flower fades to black
A broken dream between the cracks
I will stand forever
As I watch you turn your back
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
The Chest RepublicThe Chest Republic by OddArchive
This Ribcage is a crumbling democracy
With Lungs of lead for a parliament building
Every exhale serving as a prayer for a friend
For somebody to share a boarder with
But who would want to walk a land
Consisting mainly of open mass graves
Toxic wasteland with a breath of war
Still hanging in the pernicious air
Nerve roads blocked by constant traffic
Whilst polluted Blood streams still flow
Some recall there being a Heart somewhere
Little sanctuary for peace and meditation
Now emptied by a wave of atheism
It is another obedient government facility
What a pitiful sight is the Chest Republic
That not even the Brain can adequately project it
This CityThis city is a magnificent clashThis City by OddArchive
Of glamour, clamour, shine, and crime against her cells
Many of which serve a burgeoning cancer
Invisible under gorgeous grey skin
Hidden like a beast in the sewers of unspoken dreams
This city has a pained, exhausted look
Visible behind whitened teeth bared in either a smile or a snarl
And breaths so awesomely awful
As she inhales daylight..
There is something that creates fear and guilt
About calling her 'home' sometimes
Land destroyed and built upon like a body of a sell-out model
With a past haunted by cold misery and starving nightmares
Now willingly exploited to parade fake beauty
Told she is progress, she is inspiration, she is art
And she is.
But she also is a lack. Lack of nature, lack of freedom, lack of air
She once housed a poet who has written that he needs no stars
As long as he can behold city lights
But what if the city lights dream to become stars
Distant, and mysterious, and divine, and grand stars
Not just this limi
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.
Sol and ManiHe is surrounded by the sun's warm embrace,Sol and Mani by Phoneix14
It blinds, burns and damages him,
Its heat is thick and humid,
And steals his breath and dampens his back.
When the moon comes with its heavenly song,
It seduces, betrays and destroys him,
But it refuses to leave him in the dark,
It glows a path for him,
That the sun would have scorched,
For the sun lacks delicacy,
But the moon lacks fire,
It is but a reflection.
Era of KingsWho is He to me?Era of Kings by QueenHatshepsut
Nothing,really! He is
Just a man I've grown so
very fond of.
The way He walks;
each step stronger than the next.
Showing superiority to
those around Him. He
never needed to speak of
words so foul...
For He moved along to
a symphony: one
only His heart
He is more than a
simple man; He is
whose words serenade
the women around
Now you ask again....
Who is He to me?
He is the drop of
rain on the
chapped, dry road of
the persons who dared call
He is a 'real' man:
one who respects,
one who cares,
one who loves.
The 'MEN' around Him could
never measure up:
He was the king of
a new era of men.....
one which had been greatly
An era of respectable kings.
JesusI know you onlyJesus by DylanSeto
for people like
I know I've hung
the phone up
a couple times,
but it's better than
my head --
ThirstyNothing quenches the thirst,Thirsty by Kinlines
Liquid turns thick.
I feel like I am cursed,
Try to drink it quick.
Water turns to ash,
unable to quench the drought,
satisfaction gone in a flash,
throat's to dry to shout.
I need just a little,
something to get through the day,
my tongue is brittle,
it feels like clay.
Can no one see I'm dying?
I just need a taste,
I'm thirsty and I'm crying,
my life is gone to waste.
Beloved Stranger Pt. 1As soon as the fever set in I knew I needed to begin writing. Ever since I was a child, fevers set off the most wonderful storms in me. My mind would become unhinged, darting from place to place, making connections unheard of by sober minds, synapses firing in random sequence and forming a treasure map to the untapped recesses of human consciousness. I think that was what inspired me to become a writer: waking up on days after I had been home sick from school to a notebook beside my bed filled with brilliant nonsense, either scribbling I had done in my delirium or recordings my mother made on my behalf of some of the stranger things I’d said before cooing me to sleep. I would muse over them during breakfast and then show them to my friends at recess later that day. I’d take their notes and bring satisfying order to beautiful chaos.Beloved Stranger Pt. 1 by Ghostpaint1
But today, twenty-three years later, the chaos declined to make an appearance. Having writers block in the midst of a fever is like having a wor
Steven Universe Fanfic - Chapter 1.2Where We Go From HereSteven Universe Fanfic - Chapter 1.2 by Ghostpaint1
“So that’s what happened.”
“Oh my gosh!” Connie exclaimed, immediately wrapping her arms around Steven’s neck in a hug. “That’s so horrible. Are you…?”
“A little sore, but I’ll live,” Steven said modestly. All he really wanted at this point was sleep, but there was too much to do right now.
“Where’s Ruby and Lapis now?” Steven shuddered at the question. He could still hear the cry Ruby let out when Peridot washed up on the beach. It was so primal; there was only rage in it, no Ruby. She had leapt out of Steven’s arms into the air and came straight down on Peridot, poofing her and bubbling away her gem. After that she marched back into the temple in a huff, and it was almost an hour before they heard from her again.
“Lapis is combing the beach for parts with my dad and Lion. Ruby says we need to repair one of the cells from the warship so we can questi
5 Things They Won't Tell You1. Not every rape is an episode of law and order SVU. It’s not always a stranger, a back alley way, or a night out gone wrong. Sometimes it’s a friend, someone you trust, even a lover. They won’t tell you it could happen to you. They will say that victims should speak up but they won’t tell you that no one will believe you. They won’t tell you that you will be silenced with death threats and “I love you's”. They will teach you about the laws and the statute of limitation. They won’t tell you that you might not ever come back from this. They won’t tell you that you will think it’s your fault, they won’t tell you about the nightmares. They won’t tell you there is more than one way to rape somebody, that blood might run down your legs in the shower, that your wrists will have marks from being tied to his bed post or that he will never apologize.5 Things They Won't Tell You by HecticHarmony
2. They will tell you that abuse happens to children and spouses. They wi
Our Eternal LoveWhen he kisses me under the moonlightOur Eternal Love by spongefan257
I remember how he promises
To take care of me day and night
When he meets me in the tiring town
I remember how he firmly takes my hand
So that I could always be found
Everyday I see his eyes, and when they glisten
I know that he cares about me; will always listen
Will always hold me close to him; never to let go
As we show the world how together we glow
Maybe one day, he’ll pop the question
Shake up our intertwined lives forever
And make me his eternal possession
And when the time comes, we’ll dive together
Into a new life of eternal, joyful, loving happiness
Where the old life were shared, we’ll always remember
Our Typical LoveWith his voice that makes me shiverOur Typical Love by spongefan257
My lips can’t help but quickly quiver
He’s bad, so bad, but oh, so good
His kisses soft, more than they should
He goes along my back, along my spine
The kisses starting to feel sublime
The mask, his mask, oh, how it covered
His face from me; so undiscovered
Sores, scars, blood, but do I care
Not seeing his face I just can’t bare
I rip it away, with gentle fingers
That rest on his face, and greatly linger
The beauty that is his damaged skin
Now it’s my turn to wear a grin
He’s caught off-guard, so now’s my chance!
I leap on him to try enhance
The marvellous moment we share right now
Upon the rooftops; it’s magic somehow
His warm radiance charms me so
Whether that be high or low
He loves it, his hand around my waist
We lean in close to get more taste
Of the love we share between us so
Makes me never want to go
Mercenary? Not that I care
He’ll protect me; just they dare
Do I dare go further in this?
So This Is LoveI ventured through the greenlandsSo This Is Love by spongefan257
And saw a house so grand
I went and knocked on your front door
And saw you, doing chores.
Your voice was fair, but hiding hurt
"What is that you need kind sir?"
But someone passed - make it three
Your face no longer showed such glee.
Those girls were vain, their mother insane
She asked why I was with you, her maid.
I didn't answer, my heart full of pity
Clearly this women was not very witty.
They stepped outside while you stayed put
They went to a ball, I've heard on foot
You let me in and closed the door
But kept cleaning the marble floor.
I hadn't noticed your ruined dress.
Looked torn apart, and ripped to shreds
You still looked grand; you pulled it off
But your eyes glanced on, at the mop.
You broke down with crystal tears
"They must be your biggest fear."
I then came closer, approached your lips
And blessed them, with a True Love's Kiss.
Blissful WatersBlissful Waters by spongefan257
I swam along the old shipwreck
With this new tail I made from tech
Grey in the moonlight, silver in the sunlight
I've never seen such a beautiful sight.
Nothing here; this ship is bare
I caught a glimpse of your red hair
Red as blood yet oh so fair
Good thing you didn't see me stare.
You swam away, right round the bend
Swimming in style, it was a trend
Grace and poise, you had I saw
And I left too, I wanted more.
I swam your way and watched you go
The currents following your flow
You swam so fast and I was slow
But caught you move a rock below.
You went inside, and so did I
And wondrous things had caught my eye
Looking at all these treasures untold
"How many wonders can one cavern hold?"
We startled each other, as we were in synch
We looked at each other, and saw that we clicked
You then grazed my lips with a platinum kiss
And so began our wondrous bliss.
That is an Octopus of enormous dimensionsIt was so special to me...That is an Octopus of enormous dimensions by missmagicgirl
Such a wonder, such a piece of art.
I wished I could have saved the miracle of it behind me eyelids
to look at whenever I´m sad.
But you did not feel the wonder I felt.
To you it was just a giant octopus of enormous dimensions.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Plague of PillowsPillows I throw to the floorPlague of Pillows by caerulex
with distaste; my friends
protest their treatment
"What do you have against pillows?"
they bulge beneath my back
and chafe my arms
they interrupt the smoothness
of upholstered furniture
and unleash garish pattern
When I replace them
I drag back dust and crumbs
from the unclean floor
and exasperatedly fling them
aside in disgust
The only place for pillows
is under my weary head
at days end,
when they cushion my mind
and cradle my neck
while I tend to stranger,
that lead to true unwaking rest
ExpectationsBe ready to eventually be disappointed even byExpectations by Mag889
the people you admire the most
unfortunately, they're not YOU
That MomentThat momentThat Moment by Mag889
when you're unwrapping a precious piece of cake
while sitting in your chair with already heavy ass*
because you're off diet today
and you forgot to take a spoon...
are you getting up with your heavy ass
or grab the cake in your hand and eat like a pig?
*because you've already ate so much sugar you feel like shit and high
This empty soulNo matter whatThis empty soul by QueenHatshepsut
no matter where
on my heart:
this empty soul!
FreezeIf only we could freezeFreeze by caerulex
every wilting moment
at peak of bloom
and settle into stillness
erase all mortal worries
and deny assured decline
Hold telomeres by fragile strands
and lock our bodies safe away
prevent the tongue of life
from chafing us to pus and blood
and swallowing our hearts whole
to accompany absent parenthood
Longboard BluesToo many feelings to write a haiku, I more than like youLongboard Blues by justakid93
I thought you’d turn my Pichu to a Raichu
I learnt angels were real the moment I saw you
But in the end I'm less than blessed, achoo
Build-a-BoyInvented demented, 1993 the heaven’s sent itBuild-a-Boy by justakid93
A rose tried to grow from concrete but they wouldn't let it
It just happened to wear horns and it’s pigment tinted
Labeled as a menace to society, a life cemented
Random_me Someone,Random_me by randomMeAndBob
Nobody Special Here.
Just a shadow in the darkness
033I had a drink with my demons033 by brownhairedmaiden
They fell in love with the way
I slurred about the curve of your neck.
If something as sinister as my demons
Can sober up at the mention of your name
—And the Angels haven't said anything—
My heart must have done something right.
PromisesLast night I dug deep inside myselfPromises by Lostequine
And wish for the waves of blood
to carry me away.
I've never seen a shooting star
But I'm sure if I came upon one
I'd wish for you to come back
and kiss my wrists
And hold my hand
and tell me it will be okay,
I promised never to take apart a pencil sharpener
But you promised never to kiss another girl.
I guess neither of us is good at keeping
So i sit here drowning in my own
Drowning in my own
And picture your arm
Wrapped around her waist
The same way you held my own
and wonder if you're making the same promise
Dreams of StarfishI will inhabit a dreaming starfishDreams of Starfish by caerulex
and without senses
conjure a world of spirit
I think a starfish best
would know where heaven stands
I will extend my pentacle arms
and feel like a compass
where the final magnet guides me:
to infinite metal gates and a core
of molten platinum
brighter than light
I think my spirit flies without
vision scent and sound
and only knows to drift
towards sun-like warmth
of bursting radiance
I will abandon my human
and drift in pulsing echoes
I think I've found my home
amidst waves that
Surge over me
in gentle nuzzles
and warm hugs,
that wrap me
like mother's blankets
and father's arms
Vulgtlagln Dagon.Our Gnaiih who art in Y'ha-nthlei,Vulgtlagln Dagon. by Nestharon
Thy 'fhalma nog.
Thy will be done
on shugg as it is in Y'ha-nthlei.
Give us this day our daily fish,
as we nnncuh'e against outsiders,
and lead us not into shogg,
but deliver corr'e from n'gha.
HopelessHopeless, I am hopeless;Hopeless by baileyalice222
cast into shadows.
I'm tired, I'm worn.
My emotions are stone;
cold and unfeeling.
My heart is heavy.
I can barely breathe;
all will to live is gone.
It's too much;
too much to keep on breathing.
I lower my face in shame;
I've made mistakes.
My hope has fled;
there is no light;
I've let my hope fail.
My soul feels crushed,
every thing is burying me,
by the weight of this world.
I know I need to lift up my eyes
Here at your side whenever you fall
But I'm too weak.
In the dead of night whenever you call.
Life just won't let up.
Please don't fight these hands that are holding you.
I know that you can give me rest.
My hands are holding you.
So I cry out with all that I have left.
Cause I, I love you.
Let me see redemption win.
I want you to know.
Let me know the struggle ends
I love you, and I'll never let you go.
Hopeful, I am hopeful;
for in the dead of night God
Theme 3, Light: Which to PursueI am running,Theme 3, Light: Which to Pursue by baileyalice222
running towards the light at the end,
at the end of the tunnel.
I can see it,
just out of my reach,
standing guard at the end of the tunnel.
At the end of a never-ending tunnel.
It beckons me forward to its warmth;
an escape from the cold of blackness.
I chase it evermore;
though the chase is futile,
still I run.
But I am running in the wrong direction.
The light of the world, is not lasting.
The world which is a never-ending tunnel.
It has a promise of happiness at the end,
but the tunnel never ends.
Where as the light of eternity,
And the path to eternity has an end.
So I stop.
And I look up,
finally noticing the warm glow of light,
coming from above.
Coming from the throne of God,
his soft glow enveloping me in his radiance
power of wordswords hold us togetherpower of words by wordturner
and keep us apart
skim the surface
touch deep the heart
open old wounds
heal the soul
grab for control
reach for the skies
extend more rope
close the door
give birth to hope
capture the moment
lose the fight
shine the light
ReturnI wind fingers into ribbonsReturn by caerulex
This room is dying
like a carcass in slow motion
all is well in snapshots
until it isn't
And pieces of rot creak
into perfect creases and corners
and soon the whole
is torn apart at secret seams
The globe is cranial
with tectonic plates of bone
thin and amorphous though
curving around, inward,
And we know what happens
when the plates collide
and break the lines of thought--
neurons die and the brain unweaves
its careful threads and their splayed
ends waft in exposure
(Except your skull doesn't need
to cave in
Some things change
I wound fingers into ribbons
To start the morning day
a hightail for summer,
lowtail for noon
and messy knot for evening
Finally a straight cascade
down a petite back, round
and unfinished like a classical sculpture
untapped potential and limitless
horizons years away,
at the end of the path by
the 12th grade gate when,
ushered out, you stumble
into nothing but crumbling towers
and a brokenness that freezes
De tu mirarCómo esos ojosDe tu mirar by Pleuvait
Llenos de recuerdos tortuosos
Pueden olvidar sus memorias
Cómo logran empañar la atrocidad
Será la simplicidad en lo que radica
Será esa manera de ver
O no ver nada
Dejar de lado esos tonos lúgubres
Apeándose de esta realidad
Para, solo con una mirada
Entibiar los sentimientos
Helados de injusticia y miedo
Contagiándolos de lo bizarro en ti
Tan insinuante y efímero
Como el parpadeo de tus orbes
Perdidas esperanzas fingidas
Que me incitan a pensar
Este sueño atrofiado
Este deseo desquiciado
De querer hacer la visión de uno la de todos
Arrancando de mi mente mis principios
Pero que dulce visión
e imposible realización
Así que solo queda observar
Como esa mirada se cansa de intentar
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)
Dichotomy of One (She)She was the only one in the world.Dichotomy of One (She) by Henly-Hill
She was lonely and afraid.
She hid from the world in shades of perfected harmony.
But always the pain would return.
More agonizing each time.
She was a frail thing, skin and bones wrapped up in a crumbling Façade.
She was the only one of the world.
She was always happy.
She was always melancholy.
She was always afraid.
She looked forward to the next day.
She dreaded the coming dawn.
She loved her dreams and her deceptions.
She valued life as little as death, not at all.
She was content.
She never stopped worrying.
She never cried.
She longed to sob every night.
Inside, her heart was broken.
Her mind was sharp as a razor's edge.
Her thoughts were disjointed as a maze.
She saw the true nature of the world.
She was lost in imagination.
She was alone.
She was never lonely.
She was numb except in imagination.
She was detached from the world around her.
She could feel the greatest pain.
She cut her arms to watch them bleed.
What is a lie...What is a lie if not another's truth?What is a lie... by Henly-Hill
What is truth but someone's perception?
The eyes of those that see clearly are often blind.
Yet the blind often see the answer plain.
Fault not the deaf for being deaf.
Rather shun those that pluck out their own eyes.
Silence the mouths of those that speak truth.
Delve not into secrets unbecoming.
Perception of others is always skewed.
The voices of one are always lies.
Plant not the seeds of hatred.
Look and and learn in due time.
The word of the shepherd is golden.
But inside the flock lurks a wolf.
And others don sheep's gilded clothing.
Still others stalk meat for their pies.
In victory you must find defeat.
In loss you must find triumph.
In pain find wisdom.
In sadness the heart's desire.
Creep ye now on silent pastures.
Moving through the paths of life.
Question not the things that matter.
Just live this world of love and strife.
Must one die to join the fold?
Or is the flock merely lost within the dark?
Thoughts of a Broken Man.Don't think about the whispers.Thoughts of a Broken Man. by Henly-Hill
Don't think about the whispers.
They hide inside your mind.
They raise up just like blisters.
Yet always hard to find.
I think sometimes of anger.
I think sometimes of pride.
But I have lost the battle.
On the inside I have cried.
What is lost is empty.
To find something is rare.
Yet we all just keep on searching.
Because the pain's too hard to bear.
Ask me not of solace.
Ask me not of peace.
For I cannot answer.
I am always the one to blame.
They see my face and smile wide.
Until they see my scarred up hide.
They ask me why I hide my skin.
I do not tell them where I've been.
Shame and hate and pain and fear.
Have drawn their lines so deep on here.
The skin is red and full of hurt.
It is not the last time I will feel like dirt.
Do not speak to me of hate.
Til' you have carved the word into your own skin.
You know nothing of self-loathing.
Until you court a razor's edge to feel alive.
And you have not truly felt pain
Pyre, Pyre Burning light.Gently trace the linesPyre, Pyre Burning light. by Henly-Hill
that Lie along your arms.
Patterns etched with steel
now pale, stretched and silver.
Think of all the times
you have almost lost your mind.
I am the voice of madness.
I am the voice of calm.
I am the voice of sadness.
But I am no healing balm.
I will drag you down to darkness.
Sink deep within your skin.
Plant the seeds of discord.
Watch them root within.
When you look into the mirror,
I am just a whisper.
The others cannot see me,
lest they look into your eye.
Dark and bruised and blistered,
you look worse every day.
But I will never leave you.
I am here to stay.
Drink away your sorrows.
Banish me from this place.
Slip into deep slumber.
I care not either way.
For when you wake in morning.
I will be with you yet.
For I am here forever.
Since the day that we had met.
Think about the whispers
That speak in
This is a group for all your poetry! I am the Founder and just wanted to say hello
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4-5-08 In my dreamsIn my dreams,4-5-08 In my dreams by Melody-Hikari
I find that I can
Do the impossible things.
Save the destruction of a world
Or worsen it by trying.
Love someone I've never met
Or cause them to ultimately hate me
Experience a first kiss, or
Find root of that deep-seated fear
In my dreams, I have no responsibility
A soul free to do as it wishes
Feeling unutterable bliss
As I have no control over these
Fears unknown by consciousness
Take control when rooted in a nightmare
It is because of this nirvana
That I gladly hasten my way to sleep
For no evil shall harm me,
And none good either
DenialHere we are,Denial by theshadow223
Amongst the shattered remains of our love,
It was so strong,
I thought it was...indestructible.
But there has to be a way...
No matter how much I try to connect the pieces,
They never seem to fit back together,
For when they fell,
It broke off the parts that kept them that way.
But there has to be a way...
I feel like a child again,
Putting the square block in the circular hole,
To those around me, to you, its pointless,
To me all I need to is turn it right.
But there has to be a way...
You are being counter productive to my cause,
Smashing whats left,
I thought you wanted this,
I thought you wanted...us.
But there has to be a way...
I'm tearing up,
Becoming the naive child,
Pleading for an answer for the simple question,
How did things get this far?
But there has to be a way...
"Don't you get it,
Love must be shared or it's not love,
Just infatuation and denial,
ImmortalMy empty soul has left its shellImmortal by chibichan998
But I'm still in this living hell
I should be dead, my life is done!
Though here I am again, it's not much fun
No matter how much I try
I can't find a way to die
A bullet through my broken heart
That's where I decided to start
The noose decided to give up and break
I attempted drowning in a lake
Tired of it, I felt like cutting my wrists
But it seemed like there was a better death than this
So, no matter how many times I've tried
I can't find a way to die