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Memory's PainCut my chest open,
let me bleed.
Find my soul
and set it free.

Tears of red,
cries unheard.
Leave me be,
life's a blur.

Alone she treads
now forgotten,
mist in moonlight,
a mirror broken.

Find withered dreams
in torn up pages,
for death is gained
in memory's pain.

Delete NonetI like to delete parts of my life.
Memory here, an item there.
Fade them away to darkness.
Making room for the light.
The past can’t hold me.
I’m letting go.
Flying now.
Running
free.

CrayonsWe all have our own unique crayon colour
simple monochrome or vibrant rainbow
some of us bright others duller.
Though deep down inside we all glow.

We all have that potential
to achieve that deep down dream,
no matter how insignificant or essential,
To stand up strong and begin to gleam.

Though we may only be mere insignificant crayons,
made of paper like-clothes, simple dye and chunky wax,
easily showing how we aren't an eternally present canyon,
we can create beautiful art before we become bony sacks.

Though what of those who need different paper to show?
That white crayon who needs black paper to have purpose?
How can they ke

Fade into Written WordFade in lines of written word,
disappear betwixt prose and rhyme.
Summon stories of stardust's song
and find fables of forgotten times.

Disappear from harsh reality,
seeking lettered escape.
Twisting lines into melodies,
leaving the long lost agape.

Whispering wishes of wanderlust,
daring dreams of dancing,
gushes of grace's grandeur
with the beauty blushing brings.

Let's fade in lines of written word,
disappear betwixt prose and rhyme.
Summon stories of stardust's song
and find fables of forgotten times.

Obsession"I need rest," she murmurs under the copper dyed hues of sunset's leaves.
"Why don't you lie down for a while?" He looks down upon her, intentions of night in his dark eyes.
"I need rest," she whispers as the colour begins to steadily fade.
"Then nod your head, there's naught to fear," he smiles, stardust coating his cold breath.
"I need rest," she sighs as the last of sun's warmth departs her core.
"Take a seat, my love," he encircles as a panther would its prey.
"I need rest," a cry as soft as a dove flees her lips.
"Lift your feet, one shan't stand for too long," he becomes a shadow looming.
"I need rest," her eyes of summer look u

Hard WorkBe yourself they said.
Through truth you'll get anywhere.
You're perfect the way you are they said.
You're something beautiful to share.

I remember hearing this all the time,
recollecting those words as I write this rhyme.
There was one thing that they forgot to say
which is what my mantra is here and today.

Though you may be you and the best to believe
you still need to work to be beneficial
in the lives of others and yours to achieve
anything that will not be something superficial.

People forgot to say that work is needed.
Not the normal amount that keeps you in the gray,
but mind wrenching, sweat creating, limit exceeded.
To

Walls of AshWalls feel like ash,
tattered and torn.
Dead leaves drifting away,
leaving naught to morn.

Rain washes away broken shards
revealing hidden truths of lie.
Breathing life into dry death,
past torments becoming shy.

The tower blown over
by whispering winds,
giving sight to new life--
allowing the old to end.

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,
ins

Soul to SavePeople have greedy hands,
tearing at tender hearts.
Seeking a piece of soul,
wanting to belong in part.

In the end of innermost desire,
the yearning to contain --
something so pure yet fragile,
only to mistake and make pain.

Those of good and even evil
have dared to tread this road,
only to learn the reason why
people have this endeavor forbode.

Run far and fast my child,
depart from this affair.
Guard your hapless heart,
save your soul to someday share.

Where It Does Not ShineA parting glance in the room,
A flirtation down the hall,
A smirk dancing on lush lips,
A pair of wandering eyes align.

Unheard whispers ready to bloom,
Breaths lost in forbidden fall,
Sentences trailing down hips,
Hands seeking desire's sign.

Unless you can meet me
where it does not shine,
I doubt I will be thine.

Light MeadowsGoodbye, irate inhibitions.
Adieu, reckless recognitions.
Sayonara, rude restrictions.
Adios, pointless prohibitions.

It has become time to adamantly elude
the trepidation of negative attitude;
to parlay into beautiful spontaneity
and depart from monotonous animosity.

This chaotic thing called life
tends to bring habitual strife.
Through the endeavor of survival
often times come need of renewal.

Good day, prude premonitions.
Cheerio, tiresome traditions.
So long, absurd acquisitions.
Toodle-oo, dreary dispositions.

There is no need for this weight
that only mentally becomes innate,
All along in this present actuality
none o

Rainbow Series: RedWhen the leaves cascade in forgotten fall,
it is their colour on the pale cement.
The hue on children's cheeks
as the cold nips their noses.

It is what dyes the trees,
autumn reaching--
for crystal stars.

The colour of berries
that taint one's lips,
and fading evenings of light.

When the logs are burning,
it is the colour they glow
before disappearing forever.

The scarf lost,
an ornament on the tree
and shades of a smile.

Foliage resting in morning,
apples nestled in branches,
delicate pomegranates below.

It is the colour you see
listening to the forest's whispers
eyes closed
facing sunbeams.

Youth's HiccupThe days of youth have absconded
into the folds of forgotten memory.
Times when ignorance was bliss
Incompatible innocence - only temporary.

The chapters continue to write themselves,
never-ceasing in their progression.
Stars faded into broken shards
as age summoned its restriction.

Responsibility--
Tying down diamond-eyed children
into burdened and weary adults
where giggles with smiles are hidden.

The days of youth have long departed
where may have abused the tender-hearted.
The beauty of youth had a hiccup
when we believed we wanted to grow up.

Summer NightsThe stars above dazzling and whirling,
as we play our insignificant games
The summer nights where our memories
soon take form and create hidden names

The things we created became so near
We sought to grasp at the moonlight
Our shadows dancing along with us
Maybe we will find dreams tonight

Let's forget the past of winter's words
and find the radiant truth of summer's song
To discover hidden realms of our desire
as we get caught up in the swaying throng

This is merely the beginning of the end
Time to seek the beauty of fleeting moments
Like the shooting stars flashing before us
we surround each other in passionate descents

Purs

Tears NonetTears are streaming down my upward turned face,
as my heart once again starts to race.
This is what it's all about now,
the power of past's gone somehow.
Crying is renewal.
It's gone, the cruel.
We are now free.
To just be.
To cry
tears.

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to write about pain,
than joy.

To focus on
the negative,
than positive.

To stay down,
instead of
fighting back up.

To remain
on the ground,
than take a leap
of faith.

One of these days,
I'm going to defy
gravity.

WritingThe power of written word
changes a prince into a rotten curd,
a demented wicked witch,
into a beautiful, popular 'bitch.'

The wonder of written rhyme,
changes the simplicity of a dime
into a shimmering, forgotten cent
solitary in its anguished lament.

The mystery of a diary,
reveals the hidden vocabulary
from an unknown lover gone shy
with the innermost wants to die.

The power of things written down
can shatter a smile into a frown.
Replace a content, happy life
into self-consciousness and strife.

Watch not only what you say,
but as well as what you write.
For abusive and negative things today
later changes a rosy face int

PerceptionWhat do you see,
when you look at me?
A smile, a laugh
or a mask?

When I'm quiet,
what do you hear?
The wind,
or my thoughts a riot?

When you think of me,
what do you feel?
Friendship,
love...
or hate?

When you talk about us,
about me,
what do you say?
That what we have is and can be something
or that there always have and will be nothing?

How do you feel really?
Is what you say truth
or just a white lie?

Is your perception of me
just surface level
or does it go deeper than that?

Sail AwaySail away.
Across the oceans,
the seven seas.

Anywhere but here.
Take me away,
I'm sick of living in fear.
See me for me today.

I can't leave alone,
I can't fight the stormy seas
I need someone to steer
me away from this fear.

Sail away with me.
Across the oceans,
the seven seas.

I'll be your lookout,
and you be mine,
as we hoist the sails
amidst the water's brine.

Sail away with me,
and together
let's be free.

I LoveI love the rainstorm because in the end everything will be crisp and clean.
I love the lightning because it's a bright and fleeting flash of beauty.
I love the thunder because it's the sky's drumbeat that resonates in my heart.
I love the steady paradiddles of the raindrops on my roof, nature's music at its finest.
I love the cold sensation of raindrops on my skin, a reminder of how nature can touch you back.
I love how the clouds block the sun, changing the light, making everything look different and changing my perspective.
I love this weather because it's different from the norm.
I love how everything gets cold, giving me

MusicA song is poetry set to music,
as love is friendship set to music.
Music makes things better, stronger.
It expresses things we cannot say,
and even brighten your day.
There's still a choice;
to listen to it,
or to be a part of it,
to make it your voice.
It can be a risk,
but life is nothing
without that risk.

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Dreamwalker

by ~Extranzia, Dec 14, 2012, 6:35:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Dreamwalker--
lurking at the seams
watching her eyes flicker,
sleep making reality blur.

He creeps along,
weaving his song
exposing subconscious secrets
sewn in her hidden regrets.

Dreamwalker--
his eyes meet with hers,
only to slowly fade away.
For she wakes to light of day.

Dreamwalkerby ~Extranzia

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Written: 12/13/12
I apologize for how absentee I've been! Finals, well preparing for them has been quite meddlesome.

This was scratched together rather quickly in my history class. Based off of a dream where I locked eyes with someone of my past only to watch him fade away as I woke up. The dream left a lasting impression, sending chills down my spine. I, of course, had to write about such an occurrence in my poetry.

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*Sapphire-X-Dreams Dec 24, 2012

This is seriously awesome and beautiful~! I especially love the title name. <3 I hope you won't mind if I use it for a work of my own someday.

GOD BLESS~!

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