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Endless stream of wordsI talk and talk.
Please, come for a walk

I speak and speak.
Please, help the weak.

I scream and scream.
Please, listen to my dream.

I chatter and chatter.
Before my thoughts shatter.

Please, listen to the things that I don't say.

Please, listen to some parts of my twisted mind.

Please...... listen to the silence beneath my words.

I missI miss
the feeling of
your soft skin
against mine

I miss
the sore in
my paining heart
when you're away

I miss
the kiss
you gave me
every night

I miss
my love
always and ever
returned to me

I miss
you my love
as I stand here
before your fresh grave

Second Fiddle

Your lacklustre eyes
Lose their focus
As you listen solemnly
The organ's C-natural melody
The end of past things and desires

Your small bouquet
Of red roses
Are held delicately
Between your hands
Your fingertips
Lightly graze the thin petals

You stand there
Staring at the groom
Trying to smile
When all you can do is cry

A silvery tear
Follows the curved plane
Of your stone face
As you try to internalize
All of your emotions

You watch the groom
With a forced smile
As he stares forward
Genuinely happy

You try to come to terms
With the role that you will always play
That void that will never be filled
How you are alway

SurviveWhispers in my ear
Compel me to surrender.
But I will not hear;
I defy my contender.

Defeat is not an option;
There is no other way:
Survive against all odds
To die another day.

'Tis the oldest battlecry;
The only ultimatum.
Fight until you die—
Rather plain verbatim.

To be classified as "alive,"
Survive, survive, survive.

The Super Hero DreamThe Super Hero Dream.

Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.

As immature and juvenile at it may seem.

I'd have this one fantasy…

That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.

We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.

But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.

I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.

And attempt to…

Move objects with just will of my mind.

Completely alter my anatomical design.

Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.

Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.

Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.

Chimera"Chimera"

When you close your eyes at night can your eyes conceive

A vivid world crammed with imagination and imagery?

Under your covers where you sleep safe and sound

Innocence and beauty can last all year around

Have you seen the underwater kingdom where angler fish glow?

Or the castles in the sky covered in candy and snow?

Before you visit the marketplace where peasants and knights gather

Run past the volcanoes where lava has the ground slathered

Make sure you breathe in though so you know you're alive

I wouldn't want you to miss the land where pirates thrive

They crossed the wretched sea to find gems and treasure

Sword battles

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.

DesertA mercyless sea
of deep and salty water
Died eons ago
A mercyless sea of sand
is its corpse, still whispering:

Weary wanderer,
Rest and die with me.
What else can you do?

I Love You

It may to late
But if you had a chance
What would you say?
Would you say
"I love you?"

I don't know
What happened
And how I got so far away
I'm so lost
The only place I can see
Is the wall of your heart
As you hold me close
Though the distance is long

I don't know most things
Though I act as if I do
And it may be to late
But if you had the chance
What would you say?

You see,
I don't know you
I cannot tell
I can only hope you'd answer
What I hope for

But I think it may be too late
And it is too bad, tragic even
Because although I'm far away
A spec on the horizon
If I had a chance
To see you again
I know what I woul

Nothing's Wrong With MeRain pulverizes the disk
Scorching it with its acidic base
A hand franticly reaches out,
Trying to grasp it but failing

The disk dives away
Lost forever in the rushing waters of the river
Murky water sloshed the shores,
Mocking the people stuck hidden on the muddy turf

The hand recedes
Only for the person to escape the tall grass
Vanishing into the turbulent waters
Resurfacing only to catch the undertow

Frantic yells echo
Shock intertwined in their pleas
Rebounding off the high walls of the cliff,
Unnoticed to the slowly drowning figure

Time passes at a snail's pace
Eyes searching the water
Trying to find a hint of a person,

GardenIn my head there is a garden
All flowers are in full bloom
Filled with warm beauty of all kinds
Never withering in the light
Thousands of mellow scents so softly
The wind carries along
Floating like balmy breezes
They tell of flower's glory

I my head there is a garden
Which drinks the light of the night
In which many kinds of flowers bloom
After the sun went down to sleep
Blossoms with imaginary glows
Unfold in deep silence
They are of a spectral kind
And as fragile as thin ice

My mind is one single garden
Where flowers of every kind grow
It's even filled with such unique kinds
Which grow and glow only at night
But what ha

Souls Of SilenceSilence echoes in that shade I call a soul,
Festering on a feast of sin with lips so foul.
Tears drop as snowflakes spiral and sparkle all around,
While lightning licks the canvas of the celestial,
And thunder roars against that tide of sound.

Serene corruption of my spirit I know as sanity,
Choking on a madness of belief in eyes of calamity.
Voices die as winds bellow and blast the skies,
While mists shroud the dais of the divine,
And air breathes out their forgotten mortal cries.

ScarsYou see the scars across his face.
A knife pulled across his cheek.

You see the scars all over her body.
Flames raged, her body ablaze.

You see the scars on his arm.
Where he slid over the tarmac.

You see the scars which are her knees.
With which she fell upon the floor.

You see the scars over his eye.
The knife took it away.

You see the scars on her legs.
Which she has cut so many times.

You don't see the scars in their minds.
Of all the words they heard.

The Bells Of DeathHear those cherubic cries of the bells of death,
Haunting the neglected night with echoing breath.
Ravens black and dour as the shade flock all around,
Atop spiral sunshine towers shrouded in sound,
As grisly ghouls awake in graves underground.

Hear those seraphic screams of the bells of despair,
Silencing the darkening dawn with punishing care.
Demons pale and vacant as the shadows climb up again,
To plague mortality with poison and pain,
As burly beasts sense the bullets of burning rain.

Hear that angelic audience of the bells of doom,
Corrupting the diminished day with lingering gloom.
Wolves white and cruel as the starlight st

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

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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.

Butterflies and People NonetPeople are similar to butterflies,
beautiful but having fragile wings.
Their hearts are very quick to fly,
but easy to rip in two.
Unlike people, when torn
butterflies still live.
They try to fly.
They heal and
once done
fly.

Why don't we do the same?

Seashells and Memories NonetMemories are like seashells at the beach.
Hidden, waiting to be discovered.
When unearthed they're handled with care.
Beauty, smiles made, delicate.
They're taken home and saved.
Close to heart's vision.
One day they break.
Changed, hidden.
Forgot.
Lost.

Memories Into TrashCleaning the room, time for change as always.
Piece by small piece things are sorted out,
Tokens and memories unearthed
Some you wish could be erased.
Needles they prick your heart.
Until memories,
Turn to items,
Meaningless,
Into
Trash.

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Summer Nights

by ~Extranzia, Jul 7, 2012, 11:35:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

The 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

Pursue the spectre of blinking fireflies
As we lay down together and begin to sleep
Praying that one day our neverland will come
So summer's song will remember our love to keep

Summer Nightsby ~Extranzia

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

The inspiration from this poem came from my experiences with friends as of late as well as the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls [link] .

This writing style is a little different for me, being somewhat metaphorical as well as deeply romantic with some sensuality. I enjoyed writing this poem for it expresses lately how I feel, though I do not have someone special in my life at this time, but somehow it feels like I do.

"I don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.
I just want you to know who I am."
-Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls

~Mr-Black-Bird Aug 8, 2012

Very nice. Good descriptors, imagery. I do think it has impact, though I have to agree with Forgotten-Reaper when I say it isn't an original idea. Though I'd disagree from the rest of his critique and say I personally didnt find it to be rushed or jarring.

~Extranzia Aug 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much for your opinion

I asked Reaper specifically since a lot, if not all, his poems are set in stone and I wished to attempt a poem that was relatively set in stone, since the rest of my poems tend to vary in form. I can see where he meant what he did as well as with your input.

The idea is very wide spread but I have never attempted the topic so I thought I would give it a shot for the first time. I did focus on the imagery/descriptors a lot more than I tend to do in this poem, so glad that you considered them to be good as well as having impact.

I take it all into account and I am very appreciative, again!

*WordOfChen Jul 22, 2012 Professional Writer

I love the Goo Goo dolls and I can sing that song in the author's comment by heart. That said, this poem was exquisite; simply because it brought to light the joy of the memories we form in the company of friends. I have not had much of that warmth given my old personality and prickly nature, but somewhere in the past, I was happy and it keeps me moving through the darker days

-Chen

~Extranzia Jul 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I am glad that it stirred that thought in you. Though you may have darker days, however, remember that night is only temporary and the sun will rise again.

*WordOfChen Jul 23, 2012 Professional Writer

Definitely ^^ and that too is something that keeps me well and truly alive ^^

-Chen

~Extranzia Jul 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

That's brilliant, I'm glad.

!Michaelestra Jul 9, 2012

Wonderfully romantic.

~Extranzia Jul 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much!

*lantern-rose Jul 8, 2012 Professional Writer

I really love how livening this is.

Splendid job!

~Extranzia Jul 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much!

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