Hello to all my dear friends.

Last week I suggested callerofcrows Lizzie's poem  for DD and she got it today. So happy for you dear. Congrats I think I will suggest more poems from now on.
Let Me Down GentlyI never said I was an angel,
rather,
I'm a feather on its wing,
so when you let me drift
on the next western current,
let me fall slowly down,
d
   r
     i
       f
         t
           i
             n
                g.
I promise I'll land softly,
though you will not find me
where you left me.

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The KeeperI am the keeper of a door
But it will open only for
the chosen ones, who are full of grace
Behind it, so I am told
Infinite hapiness does unfold
So nobody returns from that place
I myself have never seen past
The door I will guard until last
This is my purpose, this is my fate
The door's always closed for me
When I reach for it, it warps, you see
So since the dawn of time I wait
For the door to open a bit
Enough for me to see past it
So I get a hint of what's behind
But it'll only open, it's true,
For me when the last one has gone through
And when my eyes have become blind    Shooting StarsThe golden rain, coming down from the clouds,
this telescopic sight,
the excess happiness of the sky enshrouds
the inky black of night.
The trigger, the bullet – both lying in wait,
our slumber never real,
the world, afresh, anew, a trait
of powdery ordeal.
And so, with the click of my gun
I create my own golden rain.
The star falls with the midnight sun,
my dreams shattered without refrain.
My dreams, no longer behind bars,
arriving at earth, smashing on the ground,
the only thing left are shooting stars,
no longer so profound.
Shards of ideas, cutting my arms,
opening up my veins
in this sea of tinkling broken charms,
'till only the moon remains.
Just FriendsYou look at him,
He looks at you.
All you can do is look away
Because whenever you look at him
You realize he'll never be yours.
And one day you're going to lose him
To a girl who's better than you,
Prettier than you.
No matter how much you wish before going to sleep
No matter how much you dream of being his
He'll never be yours.
Every time you close your eyes
You see the same pair of green eyes,
And that same mysteriously shy smile.
That makes your heart skip a beat
He's perfect, you think.
"Maybe he doesn't deserve you." They say.
Maybe,
Or maybe they've got it all wrong.
Yes, it isn't that he doesn't deserve me, it's all because
I don't deserve a guy like him.
The thought hurts, makes you want to cry.
"We're just friends." He says.
And maybe that's what we're ever going to be.   Bones Of The Spider"Roses, sunflowers and grass,
Beautiful things that shall never pass.
A wide open field caught in my gaze,
Slight morning fog creating a daze.
My body drags against the long reeds,
Feet softly brushing along soft soil.
In this world, I no longer feel toil,
To the earth, everything finally recedes.
My eyes see through the thin, white blanket,
Gaze resting upon a tree sitting upon the emerald carpet.
It's size, great and ancient in stature,
It's branches spreading wide and high in its grandeur.
The tree, still a dark, rosy brown in color,
With it's leaves as a haggard gold from the Fall.
As I walk towards it, I try to remain tall.
Though it's size dominates me; it is my elder.
I raise my hands deprived of flesh,
The touch of wood to bone seems oddly fresh.
It raises the question of why I became this way,
Why have I died when all life has not faded away?
I lean forward to rest my lips to nature's arbiter,
Though the exposed teeth show only a ghostly embrace.
I tilt and rest my back to
Pursuit of HappinessPerhaps this boat contains a note.
A note that just might stay afloat.
If the note arrives some place.
It might just be his saving grace.
Perhaps a lady will find the note.
Inscribed within this paper boat.
She might be searching herself, you see.
To find her soul mate, just like he.
Perchance the boat should sink before,
It ever arrives upon her shore.
Their hopes of finding happiness
Might end in tragedy nonetheless.
Rather think of the love they'd know
Simply by which way the winds did blow.
Far fetched as it might seem to you
This paper boat could unite the two.
As lonely as this man was
His life changed forever just because,
He took the time to write a note
Contained within a paper boat.   SENSESSeeing into one another's
Eternal, love struck gazes
Nuzzling your love's neck, the
Scent of her perfume, the taste of her lips
Entrancing you to call to her with
Sensual, loving passion
Joseph Pierce
11/01/10
FootprintsOne lonely highway
One empty road
And a thousand footsteps away.
Seven years into the pavement
Seven years below the ground
But soaring above like the eagles.
The same aged prints
The same tales left there
Becoming something completely different.
My hands that pressed against my face
My hands that hid all my pain
Only to let the tears seep back in.
A bottle left on the sand
A bottle abandoned by time
To fall so far beneath the waves.
Drowned out by anger
Drowned out in hopelessness
Trying to find the answers yet to stumble.
Pools upon the grass
Pools shining in the moon
Clinging as they do everywhere.
Standing, surrounded by pain
Standing, covered in death
Fingers stained in red glaring back.
I fall finding nothing left
I fall losing all that had meaning
When all that is there is the blood.
One street full of sorrow
One dead road
And a thousand bloody footprints.   AloneBefore, I offered entrance without toll.
Yet still some thought they must pay,
Through the walls they tore holes.
There I still welcomed both brigand and lord, I may have deserved this I cannot say.
Long I sought their approval and attention,
But now I have rebuilt my walls from sterner stuff.
And to all: Friend or foe, you're under suspension.
Sadly now I see the flaw: I have not grown tough.
I thought stone walls could sum up my realm's strength.
Now I have cast all out and see my skull, as thick as my helm.
And now former friends stand against the gate demanding their due share.
But strangely now, I for once reject them, I simply do not care.
Even to those few true I have, the hidden postern gates, sealed.
My anger and pain stopped me and I could not yield.
Now I sit in my hall of reflection.
Now I see the extent of my rejections.
None came to aid me in my plight.
For honesty I see that their logic was right.
And as my punishment I sit in this aging husk of bone.
I cannot sleep, I l
Cicada Songs and Cinder Beds    
      My heart is swollen by cicadas' songs;
      A moment filled by agape persists
'It turns pearlescent, almost fantastical at the sight of moonrise'
I am uttering your famous words, beloved
How poetic of you, beloved-
Truly wondrous how you uncover hymns and find limericks even in my grief
      It speaks of us in volumes
If only the now barren tears I shed at every slivering of moonbeam
Could shudder the ground they fell upon with their might-
As if clashes of shield and sword
      I am quipped with no other battle gear
Maybe then I'd have your attention,
Perhaps then I could wake you, quaver you, and finally seize you out of the dulling mire
      Let me unearth your sullen solid symphony
Croon for me and pluck on my heart strings once more
      You a   Letters to ButterfliesMy dear, winged and crowned,
Draped in your threads of dew,
Eyelashes of golden pollen dust,
Wings, folder for prayer.
Fly to my forbidden name,
The soft harmony in every letter,
The gentle curls written in cursive,
The hidden message within.
I remember those summer days,
Alighting on falling rose petals,
Drifting in the gentle breeze,
The unrelenting current.
There were times we whispered,
Long stories told in myth,
Lavender blossoms,
The white roses left to thrive.
My dear, departing my palm,
Cupped, memories of flight,
Written onto my life line,
Floating away on newly opened wings.
Faux MoueMy smile is bright
but people don't look in my eyes
They don't
   won't
      shouldn't
   can't
      do it anymore
I'm not a little girl & I'm afraid
& scared to see truth
   aborted babies bathing in blood
   reaching
      STRETCHING
   seeking their mother (seeking
      me)
   in a corner
So people focus on my pout
the plasticity of my lips stretched to the max
They focus on the faux
Faux highs cover real lows.
the shame felt that day
when Mother Earth skipped that
(already unpleasant) monthly visit
(the day I realized I was carrying cargo)
Precious cargo invaded my system
   with one mistake
(or should I say several)
   of him
At the time
   I was pleased at my body
   (Getting rid of his dark deed)
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SublimeFierce strength in a delicate display....
Her smile betrays a secret she cannot hide
Of an inner beauty unmarred by pride
A heart so sweet and trusting...
Friendly like a child.
Her warmth is clearly evident
In how she treats her friends
And we relish every moment
In her presence spent.
Amidst a hectic schedule
She makes the time to say
"How are ya'll doing?
Have a wonderful day!"
Although a winner now
For all the world to see
The journey has been fraught
With tears and suffering
Many in her shoes
Would lie down in dismay
"No more! Too rough!  Stop!"
They'd say...
In the face of trials and trouble
We tend to keep inside
We lick our wounds for comfort
Trying desperately to hide
But she has found a way
A voice singing loud and clear
With her pen and infinite care
She treasures each sigh and tear
For with each word she writes
Every sentence, every line
She's looking the world in the face
Shouting, "Victory is mine!"
Her smile reveals a secret
She cannot keep inside    :thumb302732625:
The ListenerOur relationship was always one-way.  
When beckoned, you came
and told me you loved me.  
I was always the one
who was angry at life
because I wasn't
something more than myself
and you passionately spoke
to the demons in my heart
until at last they slept.  
You gave me much more love
than I ever tried to return
and for that I apologize,
though you never cared that
I was thankless and ungrateful.  
For all the times we spent,
mulling over philosophies
and ironing out my sophistry,
the unconditionality of your presence
is something I always sought,
but never found in others.  
You were the crutch
from which I pushed myself up,
the stone foundation in my storms,
and I think of you favorably
even if no one knows you at all.  
You are my dearest.  
My sweet.  
The love blooming inside of me.  
You were always the little voice in my head
telling me to keep going
when I wanted to quit trying,
the hand t   

Mature Content

StormsStorms
Lighting flashes
Thunder crashes
Rain falls
All around me
I fall to my knees
And cry out
I call for You to come
And save me
As the Lighting flashes
You appear
As the Thunder crashes
You walk towards me
As the Rain falls
You take me into Your arms
You dry the tears
That falls down my face
And mixes into the Rain
You hold me as I shake
From the fear of the Thunder
You carry me as my strength leaves me
From the fear of the Lighting
Even though the storm continues
You carry me
You give me peace
As I know You will always be there
You will give me strength
To stand against the Lighting
You will give me the courage
To stand up to the Thunder
You will give me peace
To dry my tears from the Rain Exist.Blood runs in circles, blue or red?
I'd bleed till it bled pink instead.
Stark against my slender wrist
The veins burn blue and I exist.
"Oxengenated" – sceptics say
That science is the only way,
'The colour's red to me and you'
But I wait to see my veins bleed blue.
CRESCENT MOON DAUGHTERShe is radiance. She is the crescent curve
within my soul that rises up from my Roaring
Raw Beauty, giving sway to my maiden's will
...I seek her cool nurturing yield, her New
Moon pulls free the tides within me until
a shimmer of strength expands my pliable
insides, filling me with her virgin's liberty
that crests the Night within, but it's only
in those inner secret spaces that I find
that momentary ease of sweet serenity, the
softness I need to embroider my strength
into a silver refinery, I gather the pulses
of possibilities spilling down on me from
her Crescent Moon, sensations of silver
I imbibe like minnows that dart about in
the unfathomable Silence, and I know that
she is everywhere-in this world and in me-
She is the crescent spirit filling me with
slender moments of new awareness, the seedlings
of consciousness slowly brightening inside me
with the feather-light fledglings of Faith and
Hope that perches on the barebreasted horizon,
and the lunar crystals that grow thirsty in    Tears and PerfectionShe collapses on the floor
Tears streaming down her face
Dark circles engraved below her golden eyes
Hundreds of sleepless nights
A lifetime of heartbreak and disappointment
Worn her down
What is left?
When worn through
But emptiness and pain
Always trying to be perfect
Leaves her with nothing but misery
And nothing perfect about her
Friendliness gone
Anger wide and aware
Screaming at the world
Beauty and style missing
Inside and out
Stress leaving her body in ruins
Creativity amiss
For she has no time and tries to hard
Nothing can she think of but a word, pain
True personality, lost
From trying to perfect the things
People said they hate
So what is her life left with?
She's only left to suffer for trying to be perfect
Sobbing on the ground
Pain encroaching in her chest
Eating her alive
Her tears coming so strong and so sad
No one should bear such pain
No one should cry such tears
No one needs to be perfect
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Threads of My Heart Like Violin StringsThese games my heart plays,
Uncertain as to whether
What is sought is real...
Or not.
Seeking the inevitable truth
That might not even exist,
Ripping, and tearing, and pulling, and tugging;
How much longer?
My aimless longing plays on the threads of my heart
Like violin strings
Crying a sorrowful song.
Déjà vu...
Replays,
My mind, my soul, my life replay,
In so a manor...
Einstein's insanity.
Snow falls; if not outside, within my mind,
Until the deep four winds blow it all away
And into my face,
Mimicking distant memories.
Yes...
I see it now.
The once serene place my heart could go to ache no longer,
Now barren and dead, pure only in tears,
And home to a ghost.
My hope wanes with each ache in my bones,
Heart, and soul.
And the higher my hopes towered,
The more tragically it crashed and burned.
So how can I love anymore?
Why would I?
But I will, I know,
For, if nothing else,
I'm a slave to Einsteinian insanity.    War (1)I feel I've started a war,
A war I cannot stop.
I fear I've started a war,
Between the light and the dark.
I feel I've started a war,
A war where victims rise.
I fear I've started a war,
With death and sacrifice.
…In every war,
there is sacrifice…
…In every battle,
there is a meaning. A cause…
"…Don't be a victim of this war.."
The PhotoThe photo enchants me, captivates me and beguiles me,
The photo shows the essence, though no longer of youth,
The photo assures us, here's a woman of spirit, all can see,
The photo shows us beauty soul deep; and gives us proof.
The photo connects me, holds me rock-like in life's storm,
The photo shows how love cares, embraces, that's the truth,
The photo is a beacon that shines bright, clear and warm,
The photo shows us beauty soul deep; and gives us proof.
The photo shows to us everything I know to be true,
The photo shows "real woman", yes it's a photo of you.    Let Me Down GentlyI never said I was an angel,
rather,
I'm a feather on its wing,
so when you let me drift
on the next western current,
let me fall slowly down,
d
   r
     i
       f
         t
           i
             n
                g.
I promise I'll land softly,
though you will not find me
where you left me.
:thumb303275804:    pebblesthe sifters discover
among other flaws
lack of imagery,
absence of flow,
and scatter of adjectives.
deciding my poems
are nothing but pebbles,
they confiscate
paper and pen;
send me packing underwater.
for the moment
i get by
using squid ink,
writing only
for myself.
though sometimes
i might imagine
seaweeds nod
approval -
or that a starfish
sees my work
worth publishing.
© 21.March.2012
Where are you mommy?Where are you
You've been gone for a while
Don't you think its time
Time to come home
Eventually you will
But to which one
You have two homes
Your home on earth
Or the one in heaven
You have two homes
Which will you choose
I wish I could choose for you
But I know I cant
The doctors are trying
But they can only do so much
If the big man upstairs
Says that your time is now
Then there's nothing I can do
Where are you
I'm standing right there
Right next to you
Your eyes are open
But you are not there
Your eyes have no light
The light I used to see
Wires and tubes
Surround your body
All are needed
To keep you alive
I hold your hand
But there is no point
Your body is there
Without a soul
Please come back
You cannot leave me
Not now
Where are you
I'm sitting by your bed
Where you used to lay
All alone here
In an empty room
Asking myself why
Why your not with me
This could've been prevented
I do believe
But now you are gone
And there is no going back
Why did you have to go
And leave me here
To    
SightI tear out my eyes and throw them to the sun
I hope they're still alive when the day is done...   EscapeCome with me,
take my hand,
forget your every woe
And tell me, dear,
where exactly  
would you like to go?
Let us go to Wonderland,
perhaps to Xanadu,
the Shire's nice,  
this time of year,  
and Narnia is, too.
To Lilliput!
To Brobdingnag!
We'll see such wonders grand!
Perhaps into the past, Or future,
Wherewhenever;
Take my hand.
IrisIf you are crying,
I will wipe your tears.
If you are down,
I will lift you up.
If it is dark,
I will shine a light.
If you are in pain,
I will kiss it better.
If you are afraid,
I will hold you close.
If it is dangerous,
I will make you safe.
If you are lost,
I will find you.
If you are abandoned,
I will take you home.
If it is scary,
I will make you laugh.
If you are in battle,
I will fight with you.
If you are alone,
I will stand by you.
If you are crying,
I will cry with you.   BeautyPerhaps we got beauty all wrong
Maybe it's the falling instead of standing
Maybe it's the crying instead of laughing
Maybe it's the frowning instead of smiling
Maybe it's the dying instead of living
Maybe it's the people not me
Maybe it's the emptiness not the sea
Maybe it's the mind not the heart
Maybe it's not the pieces of the pictures together
Maybe it's when the picture is torn apart
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New HopeEvery time,
Just when,
I'm over you!
New hope,
Pulls me down again!
Again 'n' again,
Over 'n' over,
The Cycle spins!
New hope,
The ride now begins!
Stop, just stop,
No more, no more,
This needs to end!
No hope,
Nauseousness has set in!
New hope,
Thr ride begins again!   :thumb296677220:
Robot LoveShe left
I am
lonely
Darkness
and silence
swallows
I am
in a
black hole
forever
falling
Time
stands still
She returns
with wires
gears
and
that shock
of electricity
that
brought me
to life
and she
works
on me
to
make me
better
She is
my mommy
and she
loves me
but
she leaves
me
in this
darkness
that
she calls
"basement"
I am
only accompanied
by
a symphony
of wirrs
clicks
clanks
and
the beeping
of my
artificial
heart
What
is
a heart?
I only
know
I am
lonely
Mommy came
she says
I must
go
to sleep
so
she could
add chemicals
hormones
and big
scary words
that
I'll understand
when
I'm older
But why
does she
need
to change
me?
Am I
broken?
I ask
No
she says
then
she explains
it's for
my own
good
But...
mommy...
How long was I asleep?
I feel weird.
Like I grew too fast
or maybe
I was asleep for too long.
Mom is smiling at me.
I am in a different room.
It is blindingly bright in here.
I wish I could close me eyes
like mom does
when she sleeps.
I know that would
shut the lights out.   Essence of DespairConcealed in a crown of azure flames,
Lies fester in the presence of bitter'd honey
While salty torrents of sorrow resonate
With an ominous whisper of pure despair…
A lantern pierces through the frigid shadows
With the light of a thousand strong,
But is quickly extinguished
By the tragedy of a thousand more.
The heavens are ablaze and forsaken
As the blood of angels soak the earth
While the mortals weep dry and desolate
For the collapse of their divine guardians.
The tales of old unravel before their eyes
As they succumb to their fears and follies,
Dyeing the streets in a wicked crimson
As the wind turns silent once more...
FireRed and orange
Yellow and blue.
Hands reaching higher
Touching the sky
Paying homage
To the bringer
Of their life.
Hunger, insatiable
Pain, excruciating
Reaching higher
Ever higher.
Food in the ground
Life in the air
Death in the water
That's sprayed in its face.
A roar of pain
Screaming, screeching
Withering body
Sky fading.
Blue diminished
Red faded to orange
Yellow darken to brown.
Orange sighs its last breath of air.
Black surrounds
What once was colour
Black remains
Of what once was fire.    
YouYou
Start of every morning
I think
Think about you
You with your bright brown eyes that sparkle within the morning sun
The smile that keeps my heart beating
You give a new life each time I see you
But especially today
The day that gave a chance for all this to happen
Your very existence
I cherish every moment I spent with you
Moment by moment
Hoping, loving, growing
From the day that we started dating, it seem that it was just fling or something
Because I didn't know how to show it, that I care about you
Being too strong was always my weakness but yet it turned into a strength for me
Yet I'd felt that I was going to lose you if I make one mistake
The impression you gave me was that
I had to be perfect for you because of your past
Impress you, showered you with short phrases of love
Then turned into poems of love
Just because I loved you, not because to impress you
Sometimes you don't know how much I want to write about you
I can write endless stories about you but though you just leave     Little Girl, Little GirlShe was like the moon,
part of her was hidden away.
That small yearning to swoon
overwhelmed by heat of the day.
Little girl, little girl
why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul
your heart is dying.
In the end you were meant to run
from the absolute start,
to find the truth behind the 'fun'
and protect your fragile heart.
I know how it is my dear,
to have that doubt making fear.
To see the infinite lies
and eventual demise.
To become enraptured in want of truth
making you an almost too accurate sleuth.
But something has already changed,
as your heart has became deranged.
Because you've always seen them run away,
instead of accepting the consequence
of losing their desired win today.
Merely adding to your pain's sequence.
Don't push yourself too hard,
the sky's not going anywhere.
Working for your dreams is a great thing,
though too much can cause you suffering.
She became like the moon,
part of her was hidden away.
That small yearning to swoon
overwhelmed by heat of the day.
Litt
   Never KnowHair like raven feathers draped over her face
Hiding a forced smile, her sorrow displaced
Eyes like a vast sea of darkness that sees through me
See how pathetic I am in my misery
Strong walls but weak insides
I always wonder what she hides
Behind that vacant stare
As she puts me in her prayers
I want to shield her from the world
But she's already a tough girl
In reality I'm the one who is weak
I can't even reveal my love when I speak
In my heart I know she will never return
The love I feel as my heart yearns
For my love with her to grow
I only pray she will never know…    
The Cost Of CensorsLooking back over my life, I see some of the times when I 've been exposed to censorship.
They are a little fuzzy in my mind; so while looking back, I try to find time to
Try to find and define those moments in my mind.
So I close my eyes to get a better picture.
When I open them I see before me a raging river of thought.
I step into the water. I look to the left and see myself sitting in class.
She, the teacher, had said something that sounded funny.
I raised my hand in an endeavor to inquire about it,
Asking "WHY?", "HOW COME?", "CAN IT BE DONE ANOTHER WAY?".
Simple questions from a child.
"NO!" "BECAUSE I SAID SO!" "YOU KNOW WHY!"
For the first time I am censored.
This thought is bitter, so I withdraw from it.
                                              &     Home AloneIts only me, on my own
in a barren wasteland i call home
there is no-one who loves me nor cares for who i may become
just the floorboards and the walls
who mock me for not being loved
i want to become free one day
but that is only a dream
so far away
i need to be able to be free
be able to breathe
all i ever wanted is an opening
but that is only but a dream
what i really need is someone,
another chance at life
but since my openings are non-existent
i can never be
so i stay here, dead
above the ones who mocked me
this is how i die and shall forever live on,
home alone
in this barren wasteland i call home
with no-one to love or care
so forever i shall be
Home Alone...
This DiseaseFalling into the depths of this disease
I search for a way out
This darkened path I've been down before
Every step I take, beats with doubt
And as I fight back these darkened thoughts
They scream like death in my ear
As the shrieking darkness of this soul dies
Its beauty becomes so clear
So now I sit, and wait,
For the next time it comes near
And I know it will come back again
Because it knows that I am here   A Piano Song Love gracefully grows in the meadows of our hearts,
showing us our gold is in reach.
So dance in the heavens of never giving in.
In the dawning sky, I see something more,
like a door to open,
but what lies inside?
Hopefully not anything that leads to a
broken mirror,
but something that will take me,
while I never look back,
to a place where I can open my eyes
and take a breath
knowing that finally that part of me I've been fighting is gone―
not temporarily―forever more.
And all my days I live as peaceful and pure
as rain,
and my heart a freshly watered garden.
I'll never take a step backwards again,
except for when it's time to go,
but there's something so beautiful
that I can't take my eyes off of it.
There are new flowers to behold,
inside of you;
their spring is your smile
Sadness blinds you,
of not only sunshine, but also of the truth.
We've all had it, or have it, or will have it,
but don't stop there.
We kill ourselves everyday
with problems we look at
:thumb296748386: Dark knightI feel a little broken hearted,
I feel a little blue,
I feel really lost,
And it's all because of you.
You said you'd come back,
You gave me your word,
I believed your promises,
Yet you kicked me to the curb.
I guess it's to be expected,
This is how you play your game,
But I will not cry,
Nor bow my head in shame.
I'm no fool,
I won't take your beating,
I wont kiss your stupid shoes,
You'll never see me pleading.
I have dreams of my own,
I will learn to stand and fight,
Just know no matter what,
I'll never need a dark knight.



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