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Poem: Hold OnHold On

I heard you crying last night
Did you stop trying last night?
You scream there is nothing left
You say there is nothing inside

You used to fly up so high
But you fell to pieces in the sky
You let go of your faith
And threw away your dreams
Try and find something left for us

I'll turn the lights out
Sleep for tonight
I have to leave,
So goodbye
You have to face this alone
You need to build your strength
You lost faith in me
And gave up
You know there is nothing
Left of us

You say it's too late
And nothing hurts
The feelings will come
And some will burn
But some will heal
If you keep strong
You won't hurt anymo

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

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.

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.

Mask It With a SmileGrin.
No, not that big.
Show a few teeth...
There, that's more like it.
Go wash your face,
That's better.
Your cheeks are less flushed,
So rejoin your friends.
Someone just told a joke,
Laugh along.
Let the sparkle reach your eyes,
Now no one'll notice they're red and puffy.
"Hey, how are you?"
Tell them you're good
and re-direct the question to them.
You're too quiet,
and your mind is wandering...
Join the conversation.
Don't forget to
Smile,
Smile,
Don't forget to
Smile,
and they wont suspect a thing...

Why do you haunt me?Why does your memory haunt me so?
Causing me to relive that painful time.
That first moment when we weren't together.
It's like you taunt me at the best possible instances.
Bringing my "all time low" ever lower.
When my friends laugh and are having fun.
I am trying with all my might to hide my violent shutters,
and to steady my quivering lip as I can barely hold back the tears.

Why? Why do you want to cause me such pain?
I don't want to remember.
It's done and over.
But,
Somehow I see you among a sea of faces.
I can pick out your voice in a babble of billions.
Your scent somehow appears and I can't rid my nose of it.
I know you

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

DreamwalkerDreamwalker--
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.

Vanishing starI saw a star in the blackest night
And I reached for it, jumping high.
As jumps were not enough, I had to take flight
And venture in the dark, following the light.

Travelling in the dark was scary,
But the truth is that I never got weary.
Against all odds I fought with great bravery,
To reach for that star that was my fairy.

But when I thought that I could catch her,
Suddenly her light started to blur.
And as my hand reached for the last vanishing spark
There I was, left alone in the dark.

LostLost
in an empty world
without a meaning
that makes sense

Lost
in a filled world
that has a message
I don't understand

Lost
in a shadowed world
without any light
to guide me out

Lost
in a heartless world
where emotion is gone
since our farewell

Lost
in a cold world
where your heart
is beyond my reach

Lost
in a world
where I have to miss
the only one worth living for

Your HandShow's over, babe
you won't be getting any today
so kiss your lucky stars goodbye

Have fun with your hand tonight
it'll be your only entertainment
for the rest of the days to come

Sugar, I feel so bad for you
you thought you could just use me?

How foolish your will for desire became
now you just keep whispering my name,
hoping I'll come running back

A true beggar...found lost without his muse...
no longer the high mighty King...

I Don't Want A BabyMy hands are sticky stings
Leaving patchworks down your
Flustered cheeks patterned by
Fingertips sliding off your voice.

You leave my toes dancing in
Moonlights to rhythms of distance
Sorrowing their traces on broken locks
Clogged by your careless lust;

It was only a fantasy that entranced us
Feeding us pills of misshaped hopes
Your family bred too often and too soon.

Dead yet alivethInk about a soul lyinG dead
in thIs Vacant world, with eyEs
drained of excitement and life;
eyes trying to Understand the
imPurities of thIs world...

FantasiEs will continuE to exist
for the Lives of the iNnOcent and
as you Morph and blOom into a butteRfly,
you will understand my hatrEd for this
world.

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Soul to Save

by ~Extranzia, Nov 4, 2012, 7:25:43 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

People 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.

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Written: 10/16/12
This is about guarding one's heart. As of late I've noticed how quick people are to pursuing one another in the affairs of love, yet to scared at the same time. When the fear takes over it leads to pain and more issues. People rush it instead of waiting until the right time and guarding themselves, even those who say they're waiting end up rushing into it and don't guard themselves meaning not much logic is put into something that requires both heart and mind.

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~Kailani-e Nov 13, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Amazing, I love the way you wrote it : ) Such a deep meaning as well, good job!

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~Extranzia Nov 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much.

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~Kailani-e Nov 19, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

You're welcome!

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~Sayonarasolo Nov 12, 2012

love it

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~Extranzia Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much!

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~Sayonarasolo Nov 12, 2012

your welcome, is truly awesome

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~Extranzia Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you! I just submitted another poem if you wish to check it out.

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~YoshiofRedemption Nov 5, 2012 Student General Artist

So true and beautifully written. Wonderful.

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~Extranzia Nov 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much!

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~YoshiofRedemption Nov 12, 2012 Student General Artist

You're welcome!

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