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Part 1 - The fallen Angel Part 1 - The fallen Angel
I'll try, try and try,
till I'll finally fly,
Fly over those mountains
that up there seem so high.
Where a dreamful castle rests,
among the sea of cloud,
in front of a shiny moon sphere,
where the stars crowd.
I flew wrapped in those secure wings,
wings of an angel that held me through,
through the unspoken void, black and empty
contentment into me he brew.
He was all my hopes.
He was the one to make me re-born.
He was the only one I searched for.
He was that mighty angel that my life re-done.
He gave me Love,
He gave me pleasure,
and He gave me everything I wanted.
We where one happy couple together
Until that day came
The day heaven wanted back that fallen angel
They took him away from me
left me alone, empty handed
I cried and wept everyday,
''Why this? Why to me?''
I'd just always say
It was not easy to find my soul mate
Think we'd last forever
and be together
the bestest ever
Thinking I had found hope,
Only to see it be t
A Poet's Love PoemA little drop
is nothing alone
but with others
the ocean is can form
The moon alone
is not all the sky
to show you this
with me you'll have to fly
Take my hand
in a secure grip
as your world
I'll have to flip
Up in the sky
you'll fly with me
past the clouds
together will me a we
See the world?
All of it?
Without you its nothing
not even a bit
See the galaxy?
With all the planets?
Without the sun
its not worth any merits
Now, back down to earth
Past the stars and cloud
Safely land on ground
and walk with me through the crowd.
Still hold my hand
While I'll say one thing
Its the most valuable word
of all you can think.
You are that
that for me is all the ocean.
The one I'll crop.
You are my
moon that shines
through all the stars
and the zodiac signs
You are the sun
that blaze burns
through the galaxy
I love you in all terms.
I love you,
respect and admire.
My heart for you
is set on fire.
The Whole Wide World is made together
of You and Me.
I love you,
Will you love me?
No titled poemNeon lights, dancing around
The wood burning into fire
Little fairies , pixies , elves , brownies, goblins
It's all a magical admire
In the air , you can breath magic
You can see and feel pixie's dust
Like stars twinkling in the blue sky
It is for sure for all of us a must.
Ugly goblins hip-hopping
On one big, fat foot to another
They look so dirty and squatting
Dancing round the fire , looking so squinted eye at each other
Fairies , so delicate looking
Astonishingly beautiful I assure
They were dancing round the fire
Flittering their transparent wings to seduce
Pointed ears little creatures these elves were
Funny looking with the crumpled shoes
They had those lovely hats
Their face looked familiar but I couldn't remember to whose
Brownies looked very similar to elves
If I had to say they were a cross
Between a nice elf and a squatted goblin,
Though not like the others, they had a chief , the boss.
Well you may ask how I know this
I was there at midnight
hidden in a bush , liking to se
Saddness Caused by 'Friends'Saddness Caused by 'Friends' (Monsters)
I just want to
shout and SCREAM
break these windows
refreact this beam.
I want to pull down
these four walls,
rip them off , block by block,
no more cages , no more halls.
I want to pull up
a pair of black feather wings
and sadly glide into thin air
let me re-born and forget the past things.
So much tears
build in my eyes
as I sadly ask myself , ''What am I?''
and than.... nothing I realize.
I want to destroy
throw and cick
at everything in front of me
.... well no good kicking against the prick.
No way out
of this madhouse
under they happy faces
lie only drunken frowns
They (friends) should entitle me,
put me as their queen,
the saddest person
on has ever seen
Sitting their for the name
I put on my crown,
and try not to frown
I hate being in the shadow
not being even seen
not cared , not wanted
just a black shadow on the scene
I hate ALL those
so cruel and insane
they are my dream
The Blanked un-Flowered PoetThe Blanked un-Flowered Poet
Blank pages all I see,
empty unwritten lines,
as I turn pages of unspoken words,
in which lie crimes.
I haven't yet
found courage to fill
the empty space I left
on the unfinished , life account bill.
Its been a lifetime ,
since I have last written,
spilled over my emotions into words,
and sometimes got even biitten.
Bitten by the sting of relief,
As I see that I have managed,
to quote some lines and make them rhyme,
this never anyone had damaged.
But as soon as I start,
I realize I had ended,
as my pencil will write for me,
the solitude that have bended.
Bended over into arches of Age,
that seem eternity
till my guided pencil will fall
into a land with no fertility.
Where seeds of my words
can never flower
can never grow into a masterpiece
can never rain in words of a shower.
This is where,
the '' can never's '' happen,
take place , start and finsih,
into one un-rhymed verse
Gothic Window of my Dream...
Gothic Window of my Dream Castle
I have been waiting , hoping for you,
Through that window,
Days, weeks , months... even years
For a guide ; to love and follow.
A Guide to adore,
Make my idol,
I will rise the day just for you,
I'll be a puppet in your hands , your doll.
I would count all the stars,
Just for you , one by one,
I would pull down the moon,
If you'd promise to never be gone.
I'll be your
New black shadow,
Crawl beneath you,
I'll be nothing more, than your slavery echo.
I would just,
Cut open my veins,
To let you drink my blood,
Where all my deity for you reigns.
All this would
Just came true
If only my wishes you'd hear
And that aged window came through.
All the poem is (c) me xD
picy found on google , and thought it would somehow fit
The Monster The Monster
I am nothingness,
nothing that can live,
nothing that can die
no need to lie...
I may be made
of flesh and blood,
but still i find,
that I'm hollow inside
an empty shell
i echo the sound,
which seems hell hard
Everyone dispise's me
Everyone puts me aside
they escape me,
with fear away they do glide
I look lik
an innocent sheep
I'm a 'devil' that can get no sleep
I just cut out
from the rest
there is something different with me
I don't know if for me its the best
This shows the real face of the poet ... ahem , alas me.
Please no copying, and no touchy.
What Summer Brings What Summer Brings
Summer is near,
behind our doors,
I'll be anxiously waiting for it
on all of my fours.
I'll be waiting ,
for those hot never ending days,
the golden crowded beaches,
and the sun that will always blaze.
Ic cream and holidays,
will be every day's theme
as all of us enjoy,
the days of vacations that gleam.
Gleam like a diamond,
among the other days,
summer holidays are the best,
the best year's phase.
I can't wait for the fun,
to start and begin,
those three beloved months,
which we all finally win.
Win our freedoom,
away from that musty school,
where students no more we are,
its time everyone reigns , even the fool.
Now I'll pause writing,
cause I want my first dive,
down the fresh cold sea,
with my friends , all us five!
Yes , as th poem declares , I really cant wait for summer to begin. And yes I have four best friends , which makes us five , and all of it is YES!
anyhow , i'll only be saying one ''n
looking so delicate,
fragile and soft,
its so elaborate.
Those powerful hands of God,
created such an art,
for us humans to have,
to express the love in our heart.
But as in all beauties,
There is pain,
as down the flower,
When those little spikes,
your heart sting,
droplets of blood,
drip down in a red ring.
You will cry for a moment,
as tear drops fall,
in a pearly swirl,
in a pained growl.
But then your smile will emerge,
once more as you remember,
The beauty there was in the rose,
before you where hurt with anger.
that once used to be love,
long lust lost love,
which used to make you fly like a dove.
That sweet dove was you,
turned into a raven,
blackened and solitaire,
and with it shrunken your heart into a raisin.
So at last,
I will tear away those petals,
of a blackened rose , till no more than stinging thorns rest,
harder than metals.
If you want to get the other side of t
I AmI am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I wonder how people plan for the future for it looks like an empty void of luck and chance.
I hear the beat and the melodies of songs that never leave my head, songs I often daydream to.
I see the flutter of my drapes, the bounce in my friend's walk, the slope of my brother's back and question why I do.
I want nothing more than for someone to say I am theirs with nothing but sincerity and pride and passion and love.
I am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I pretend to see those that are only colors and lines in the hardest of times for I know they will always be there.
I feel more sympathy and love for characters who dance across my screen more than I feel for the real people around me.
I touch my friend's hand through the computer screen whenever we talk, even though we have never met.
I worry about my choices, what I did in the past; never shaking off the
A Poem Dedicated to Robin Williams.
A man of many different faces.
Whose joy and energy,
Always filled the hearts of many
Through out the entire, modern world.
The one who always made us laugh,
Even in our dark times,
Though none could have seen
The battle he fought, deep within.
He fooled us to the very end,
So full of life and light.
The actor who gave more
Then he ever took.
Robin Williams, forever gone.
But never forgotten.
Who he was made him
Stand out from the crowd.
And yet, hour laughter
Made him become stronger
And more wild in sight.
Robin Williams, a man
Who always wanted to
Help others more then
Himself. Kind of like me.
But who could tell
What he was fighting
Deep inside, a war with depression.
A war he long fought.
Who says a man can be weak?
All of his roles, and all of his fans
Each role seemed to represent
A Part of ourselves.
From the quirky Professor Phillip Brainard.
To kindly Mrs Doubtfire.
And the carefree genie from Aladdin.
From the crazy and kind alien
Who always said Nanu Nanu.
These were but a
Days that are no MoreIt conjures up old memories
nothing on earth could compare.
The words, in thirst of expression
of my heart
can at all times be found there...
Where cardinals rest
on snow covered branches
in trees, of winters' past...
I would peacefully watch
my warm breath before me
become a cloud of smoke
in the cold contrast.
...And they would take flight on occasion,
but always to return again.
Their red wings denoting
their comings and goings
always, without a question...
So suddenly, is the feeling
of what it is that I'm longing for...
A memory...With silver lining.
Days - that are no more.
By loveis-linda AKA LindArtz ©
The last to knowAfter your secret was revealed,
she didn´t know how she should feel.
You said you loved her,
paid for a ring,
she was foolish, so naive,
to trust in you
All the time behind her back,
you kept on going off the track.
Lying, cheating naturally,
hurting people easily.
But now she knows
what your friends knew,
you didn´t love her
were never true.
she´s so upset, what should she do
she loved you so, was good to you
How could you really be so cruel
making her just look a fool
One thing is frustrating though
How come she was the last to know?
By Suzanne Karbach August 2014
She is not a ModelShe is not a model.
She is only just fourteen.
You will not find her marketed
Upon the silver screen.
She is not a model,
She may be a size eighteen,
But does that really matter?
Not a model, but a Queen.
She is not a model,
Her long hair has been cut off.
And most don't even bother
To find the diamond in the rough.
She is not a model,
She may have some issues, too.
However, when she feels like it,
She can act, well, just like you.
She is not a model,
She trips over in heels,
But after the exterior,
Can you tell how she feels?
She is not a model,
And really, who should care?
Judging someone by their looks
Is really just unfair.
She is not a model,
She can dress just how she wants,
She doesn't need you for confidence
And her awesome style she flaunts.
She is not a model,
And this poem she will write,
Just because she's feeling mad
At 12:00 midnight.
God s wondrous work of artWe all come into this world the same way,
we´re just born on different days.
Everyone is so unique,
some are strong , some are weak.
Some do good, some do wrong,
some are touched by the devils prong.
Society and up bringing play a central part,
in how a person performs and acts
and if he has a heart.
Parental love can influence
the way a child behaves
and fill his life with happiness
throughout his childhood days.
we are all so very different
we must learn to get along
showing love in this world
to which we all belong
cos every man knows deep down
at the center of his heart,
we´re all great individuals,
Gods wondrous work of art.
by Suzanne Karbach 17th August 2014
Eagle and the BearBorn in the land of the eagle
unto the blood of the bear.
I learned early across horizons of time
that life, is never fair.
Yet I've found, through many failures
have come out of them more gain;
for born unto me of freedom, the wings of the eagle
and the fight of the bear in my veins.
For with grace I soar
and in strength I roar.
My spirit, ANGERS for justice!
Together, with the eagle's eye
and the bear's great, fighting size;
Opression - shall BOW
Time For Adventurous ProcrastinationTime is at my fingertips everyday
Yet I spend them on words and play
Instead of taking the time to work
I venture where the dust bunnies lurk
It's strange to spend my day away
To go off the beaten path and stray
It's not bad, not a crime of any sort
Discovery is worthy as a golden quartz
It's my mini adventure from home
Where I can fly, surf, and roam
I meet invisible, unreachable friends
They give me nice chats that rarely end
Wish, grant my wish to escape reality!
Give me something without normality!
Let me surf on the silky, silvery sea
And unlock many more happiness for me
And so I continue to use, not misuse
The precious time where I let loose
Death's Truth“I have never kept the truth from you,” Death said to me.
“I have never locked it away deep inside of me.
The truth I tell is for your own good, and I just want you to see
What will always be expected in the years you will live freely —
I took the happiness that kept you sane, which was luminously,
As it dwelled in the darkness that engulfed you so profoundly.
In all your youth years, you’ve claimed you were lonely,
And then I came along and took another from you not angrily
But caringly. Without me, you wouldn’t have been awakened and aimlessly,
Allowing Life to fool you into their game and carelessly
Lying to you about what shall come and what shall not continuously.
I am harsh and I know it very well, but I am not the villain many say clearly.
I assist players, who need the devastating pain to help them move onward bravely,
But then I’m considered the bad guy as the player does my job for me and does it abruptly.
The truth is, you don’
The Broken Wing of Hopes tha..The Broken Wing Of Hopes That Led To Fairytales
Once upon a time
There was a little girl.
Time washed over her
As she grew into a beautiful precious black pearl.
A fairytale it was
Enchanted the way she exsisted,
A tale it had been
and flushed her dream
down the drain.
It was brutal
To watch all her hopes
Be taken away from her
As to tears she mopes.
She was left
with a mere nothing
as that cruel someon came
and broke down her wing
Is all she dreams,
revenge for her it means.
But will she ever
Have what she wants?
Vengeance , pay back
the settling of scores?
The girl is me , yes and refered as a black pearl for one reason. As always I cur out from the others , but i still have my beauty . When the poem continoius to develop itself I imagine the 'black pearl' turning into a little fairy and her wing is broken.
Anyway , the Poem is (c) me
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What dialogue is
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