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Somethimg great happened today
my friend Tas ~tas-poetry
I'm so happy she is fine, I missed her so much
Welcome back my sweet friend
Can't wait to know what you had been up to
First KissHow I have dreamed
For that first taste
Of our first kiss
That moment of grace
Where I stand tippy-toed
With my arms around your neck
My face moves closer to yours
I start off with a gentle peck
Then our lips glide on one anothers
As we sink deeper into each other
Mesmerised by this precious moment
For at last, we are truly together
Your fingers brush through my hair
I feel your tongue stroke against mine
We come as one, through this moist kiss
A kiss so pure, a kiss so divine
This kiss we have both wanted
This kiss, a pleasure never innocent
A kiss that will forever be remembered
As the beginning of our companionship
Dear Mister EgoDear Mister Ego
What gives you such pride?
I see you point your nose
Way too high up in the sky!
How did you earn your arrogance?
What gives you the right
To treat others as lesser mortals?
And for equality, I fight!
Your sense of grandiosity
A vision so artificial
Your narcissistic sense of humour
Your views, so superficial
What makes you have such an attitude?
What makes you so damn self-righteous?
Why are you so bitterly cynical?
Please take some modesty, and put it into practice!
What makes you so perfect, Mister Ego?
What makes you better than I?
What makes you so worthy, Mister Ego?
Or do you have something to hide?
My dear friend Mehdi ~dr7key
is a great writer
But lately he has been trying photography, and guess what , he is awesome at it
Something not many of my friends know, my sweet brother Imade ~mrimade
is a Deviant as well
I have never featured him
( bad sister
) A very talented photomanipulator. And girls , watch out he is a heatbreaker
Show these beautiful Deviants some love
Now, time for some new poets. Show them some love guys
When you fav a poem, great trhings happen
Enjoy, love you all
Where I am FromI am from not the land I live in and no silence.
I am from the blue house with a swing as my get-a-way.
I am from the tiger lilies, the forestry of birch trees.
I am from family Christmas's and dark eyes, from Grandpa Cheney and Katona's and William's.
I am from the hypocrisy and am-right-no-matter-what's.
From "I dare you" and "Why are you so quiet?"
I am from imagination, from no barrier to creativity.
I'm from Canada, from Scotland and egg-noodles and apple-snicker salad.
I am from the divorce of my parents at four, the times we had pets I likes, and the sisters who let me sleep in their beds when I had nightmares.
I am from the m
They aren't just people who I call family.
They are heroes.
Because without them
I wouldn't be who I am.
My family has saved me.
Saved me from every cruel punishment of this world.
Saved me from turning into a monster.
They are everything to me.
They are my life, who I want to be.
And I own my life to them,
for everything they have done for me.
They've helped me mend mistakes,
they catch me when I fall,
they piece me back together like a broken doll,
and they make me whole again.
I couldn't do anything without them.
And I wouldn't want to.
And so, when it all comes down to it
My family is th
Life Is No BurdenWasted potential,
Reminiscence of paths lost,
Doors thought forever open,
To bring life into the world.
Heart warming laughter,
Wide, innocent, eyes sparkling
Small hands eagerly grasping,
For life. For love. For Mother.
"Mommy, mom, mommy!"
Loss of self-identity,
Freedom? Independence? No.
Silence in the night,
Sweet cherubs sleeping snugly,
Life is no burden,
Eternal love whispering,
God loves all of His children.
five mysteries why.there was a butterfly with poisonous
wings that bounced on the
lining of my stomach,
and you ask
1. do your eyes glance off such
a patterned imperfection as mine?
you are a stained gorgeousness
that diminishes our world into a
dull place of undeniable
but incomparable beauty to one
such as yours:
oh, and it was beauty
that inspired the great tales of
delicate words woven in a subconscious but
lovingly foretold death.
2. has the moon spoken to you
of pity and ignorance as a mistaken
April 14, 2012....Body, Soul & Music
Every body is a shell,
every soul a deep well.
Your music creates a crack,
your words like thrown stones attack
my curtain walls.
A stone falls
down the well, hitting my heart
piercing, tearing me apart.
How did you know
I'd answer your call?
You destroy me, you recreate
me, give me a new shape
in which I can think
in which I can sink.
Without your words
I can't exist anymore.
I've gone too far
and this is how I am:
a broken shell
of a hungry well.
FYI, GoodbyeI'll be eighteen soon
I'll leave anywhere
possibly even the moon,
Am I coming back?
I've been in your cage
my whole life
saving this rage
for this new life
I'm giving danger a ring
He knows I'm calling
I'm no longer stalling,
the escape of this struggle,
not like your ordinary muggle
Not playing any games,
cause it's already getting late
I'll do what I've never done
I'll cut this leash with rusty shears
and then, I'll run.
Never turning back
empathy, you've lacked
You never understood,
That I did everything I could,
to not be the rebelious,
but to be a coward mouse
Yes I know, I
A Numb GoodbyeAll these people I don't know
Gathered for you today;
Your spitting image released from his cell
To mourn the one he failed.
The betrayal of one
And loss of two others -
Four more couldn't make up
For what you lost.
We file in one-by-one,
Sit up straight in our seats.
The collared man speaks
But all we hear is static.
The curtains open
And you roll back
On the conveyer belt
I'm Looking for my DaughterI'm looking for my daughter
I'm looking for my daughter
Grown up and gone away
with a ten foot high barbed wire electric fence around her heart
to keep her mother out
to keep her resentments in:
the Alcatraz of love.
I'm looking for a rose
that smells so sweet you swallow;
you close your eyes and thank God
for a moment of this flower.
I cup it in my hands and sip the thick liqueur
and reel back from its power.
thorns are nothing but blood;
it's the intoxicating nectar that kills.
I'm looking for a starling
forced into flight before
its feathers were sure.
Dashing and darting unpredictably,
bright eyed and sharp beaked,
Kleine Schwestershe was happily out of control
mad and high and ready to roll
he was neat and loved to lie
she was edgy and hated to cry
he would ditch her in the street
she'd beat him home with something to eat
she got in trouble
he loved to cause it
no magic remote or they would have paused it
she was his kleine schwester
he was her sworn protector
and then he left
(but always comes back)
ParentsMother is "mama"
Soft skin, warm smell
Laughing eyes and tired smile
Father is "daddy"
Rough hands, farmer's tan
Proud eyes and gentle smile
My parents are more than just "mother" and "father"
They are kind eyes and open arms
Stern lectures and raised brows
Hugs, kisses and a story before bed
Support, love and a shoulder to cry on
Laughter, generosity, and a source of strength
My parents are Richard and Rhonda
Daddy and mama
Forever and always
Reach UpA small hand reaches up
A larger hand grabs it
Without real effort
A small face goes
Very near to tears
The larger hand
wipes them away
And hands the
Item to the small
The Day After the FuneralHer Husky arises every few minutes,
in order to expose different parts of its mottled coat
to the flickering fire,
the dog turns in a lazy stop-start orbit
of fur and slurry-jawed yawns.
Beside the same dying flames,
a leather-bound Bible rests
on my Grandmothers lap,
an hour or so ago
the old rocking chair creak
now her head of silver hair
slouches to a side,
bifocals searching for escape
from the tip of her wrinkled nose,
the slow purr of her outward breath
makes a comforting sign
of late-evening life.
I should really venture out
to the dark dewy fields,
out to the open night stars,
to gather mo
Why do you do this?
You say you love me
If you love me so much,
You project your pains onto us
Like a knife to the heart.
You said you were better.
LIES, all lies.
Why do you put us through this?
These are your demons
And yet we must live with it
What gives you
To do this to us?
I hate you
For all that you've done
What you're doing now
What you will do
I shouldn't have to live
With your screwups
PleaseI call for help.
In this world of darkness.
Where are you?
When you cared.
Go back to that?
In this world of undoubtley hate.
Hatred that will always be denied.
I need you.
I can't stay standing in a pretend world of happiness.
I need to climb out.
Climb out into a light,
I just need your help to get there.
FinallyAfter searching and wandering
and hours of pondering,
I finally found it.
I found a source of motivation to bring me far
away from devastation.
A time and place I feel at ease,
I now know I have finally found peace.
nights in screamcellTheres nothing here called a fight
nor a victory.
its screaming bloody murder,
or making plans to flee.
Its war at highest level.
and danger at every battle.
One cannot sign a treaty.
AKA the divorce papers.
too scared between every song
that eats away at my ears.
too scared to open doors
for fear that it is near.
its too much for one to live this way,
but harder still to leave.
i just wish you could remember,
the lives you used to live.
Sonnet XXVOp. 21, no. 7
Two Roads Converged
Where I may not remove nor be removed
Is where the Savior calls my path to lead.
He guides me, for I find myself reproved
When from the straight and narrow off I tread.
My finite eyes and mind cannot discern
The end that seems so far away from sight,
And so with feet of flesh, away I turn
Before God blocks my way and guides me right.
For every step astray's a step away
From her whose road with mine shall intertwine.
But wait! For now is not the time to stay;
I would not lead, but merely gaze and pine.
Unlook'd for joy in that I honor most,
That is his will to grow, not mine to boast.
Drake's First LandingAll these gatherings, there's no heart in them.
They're just idle chatter.
Two by two, to feel one another
Or are my ideas stupid?
We always see in white
Always beg the sun,
To follow, to touch
To be always touched
With a word, with a look
Something unnoticeably serene.
Balancing the chemistry
A handshake with Sisyphus
Our Schadenfreude smiles
On cold-hearted intimacy,
All the love in world, there's no heart in it,
But still, I smile,
My body tells me.
Dreams of touched lips,
My ideals are biting my neck
Licking me tenderly,
Lying so I must believe
What I can't think to be true,
Nor ever hop
Lost WordsI have to shut my eyes,
to hold back words.
Darling don't you worry,
I'm just only scared.
Give me some time before you speak,
I'm still troubled, and my feelings are weak.
If these words could make two hearts one,
but it's hard when you're alone, could you be someone?
I clench my jaw,
to hold back words.
Hold out your hand and I'll take it,
even though it's easier for you to let go.
My empty whispers,
may never be heard.
I'll hold you tight and look into your eyes,
even though it's easier for you to let go.
If you could save the hearts of glass,
don't cut your fingers so fast.
If these wounds could heal to fear
Dear DracoYou are my salvation
You are my light
You are my guide, my protector
You whisper in my ear
And I can see the path ahead
You hold my hand and I move forward
I'm learning every day
From you, my teacher
I'm beginning to accept myself
And see myself as beautiful
Because of you, my lover
You mean more to me
Than this small thing can express
You are my One
And I see in you a chance to be truly happy
I believe in you
I trust you
I love you
And I want to be yours
Forever and a day
I am with you, for as long as you'll have me.
The journeyThe softest silver stars
Paint love light in thine eyes
Pure, enchanting beauty
For thee my heart doth fly
Moonbeams light perfection
Each sweet enchanting curve
Whispering of passion
Without the need of words
Love, our wine and nectar
A sacred river flows
Whence and where unwritten
Save to high plateaus
Then in rainbows falling
Through light and time and space
Our love divine shall journey
As I look on thy face...
The love you shared
Memories not forgotten by time but by coincidence.
Masked in a square of fragments, divided up into shadows.
what i'm accustomed toi am not used to being literal when i speak.
i have spoken in riddles since the day my sounds made sense.
often i lied
because i was never clear
and that is what i hid behind for eons
at a time.
i have spoken about past lives,
and meeting my soulmates
because they kept changing
so many goddamned times
way before i was born in this realm.
[as if all of it was actually true]
i am not used to love being ordinary.
blame the ones before you
it had always been forever with them
it had always been eternity,
and though it gave security
it was pressure on my dignity.
they didn't understand that i needed to live
before settling for s
No ordinary tripI'm not an anomaly
And this isn't Physiology
You just happened to walk in during my Break Down Analogy
My mind is like Wonderland, tripped up on acid
Flaccid, my brain unable to keep a hard on
Remembering your name is insane, the game
Memory, but Lost isnt just a show
I know you're thinking damn she smoked her brain cells
But this brain sells, memories at a discount
My amount is what you see on my price tag
What I'm priced as is not my value.
But I value the fact that you bothered looking at me
Waiting to see
What I could possibly be
Even though you've already stereotyped thee as
Yes, this price is a bargain in a t
The Art of WarBloody grounds, deafening sounds,
fear in everyone's eyes.
Adrenaline Rushes, weight that crushes,
under weeping skies.
Dodge to the right, never lose sight,
if you fall, always rise.
Thunder crashes, raining ashes,
scream your battle cries.
Crush their ranks, guard your flanks,
protect your comrades' lives.
Heave an exhausted sigh,
take a last look at the sky,
and pray to god,
that you don't die.
She's Leaving Home.The curtain's restless, the bed is cold.
An old man stares, tired and old.
He tries to think but can't quite see
the girl he loved and their memories.
His skin in wrinkled, his hands are dry
but strong in hers, when she holds on tight.
Her eyes are blue, he sees, sharp and coy,
just like his when he was a boy.
Blue like the sea, deep as the sky
but his now have clouds passing by.
Clouds, he remembers, there were clouds on the day
he gave his mother's ring away.
Away from the city, he married his love-
his soulmate; his lobster; his turtledove.
He's crying now, he knows the child.
"How could I forget, you have her smile."