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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

Who what when where why or how.You're just another faceless one, hidden in the crowd,
No one cares about you, or why you act so proud.
No one knows who you are, you're just another face,
You could just disappear without a trace.

The blood red sky in your mind's eye,
It's always there but you don't know why.
You're just a part of a bigger whole,
And your heart is as black as coal.

You play dress-up with your top hat and cane,
But you can take it off and disappear again.
You're never noticed no matter what you wear,
It's a source of their contempt and your despair.

You could just disappear right now,
No matter who what when where why or how.

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.

Skeleton/Vapor"Whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life?
It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away" (James 4:14)

You could trace each of your veins with permanent marker, a crossed out road map,
a black web missing its spider. You could trace your fingers on the wet ink and follow your blood
as it leaves your heart
and slides down your arm then through your fingertips
before it reaches the pointed edge of a yellowed finger, taking a second to appreciate the
scenery.
Make sure to color in the vena cava, the jugular, the knife
that bit into your finger one summer chopping
tomatoes (It's

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

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.

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.

No Longer Lost!Impossibly lost, where am I?
Panic sets in, tears in eye
Where is this place so full of fear?
Daylight is fading no people here.

Footsteps echo, shadows fall
Alone and lost not brave at all
Trembling limbs suddenly weak
Heart is thudding, rising beat.

What is that sound I think I hear?
Choir is singing somewhere near
Follow sound it will surely guide
To place of safety, no need to hide.

Wooden church appears in dark
Glorious voice sings like lark
Realization I am finally found
Music soothes, then surrounds.

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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.

It gets betterIt might not have been your day,
With the sky above turned all gray.
You might ask yourself why?
Sometimes it feels like you slightly die.

You carry this secret with you,
It might make you feel a bit blue.
You don't dare to tell another person,
Fearing your image might worsen.

Fearing of what they might think,
Fearing they might leave you in a blink
Thinking what you will say
When you will tell your parents you're gay

But the actual feeling when you tell,
Even if it might feel slightly like hell.
You know that you are now free,
And you know it will get better,
on that you can trust me.

It's This Life That's The ProblemI'm still so far from home
I don't know where to go
Where is your hand, I need
Have you abandoned me..?

I'm not always this blind
But you're so hard to find
I cannot answer for
The thoughts that cross my mind

I'm not always okay
Nothing can ease this pain
I've got to answered for
All the mistakes I've made

I guess I should have known
I'd end up on my own
I'm not encased in stone
My heart beats best alone

I'm not always alright
I lost my grip, so tight
I've got to make up for
All of this wasted time
I'm not always upset
I'd rather just forget
I cannot make up for
All that I regret...

EndlesslyEndlessly

I live in a moment
Trapped for so long
Endless time spent
When my hope's gone
Taunting reflections
Are scarring my mind
Endless rejections
Locked deep inside

You have broken me
Beyond all repair
This face you see
Hides that despair
But I don't blame you
The fault isn't yours
It's what I didn't do
I was the only cause

I'll ignore the sign
When you're turning away
The moment of decline
Is a place I'll stay
Paralysed, entranced
That one expression
In my mind it danced
A dance of depression

I trace those lines
Painted on your face
It eloquently defines
I'm the waste of space
Trespassing your sight
Where I d

Love finds HeartI loved before,
It's a sea without a shore,
A room without a door,
And an Apple without a core

I could love you if you let me,
I would sleep if you bed me,
But I can't fly when you chain me,
Or run when you maim me.

But you can't know I love you,
I wish I could go but I love you,
Shoot an arrow without a bow but I love you,
Leave you alone after a no but I love you.

One fine dayOnce when I was riddlin',
on a fair and temperate day,
I met a strange young lady,
a-skipping 'long the way.

When I asked her for her purpose,
she then looked askew at me,
and with a sandy sorta' chuckle,
she replied, "swimmin' in the sea!"

Much to my surprise I found,
upon considering her response,
a faint sea breeze upon the air,
and the squawks of seagull taunts!

Imagine my alarm, you see,
after glancing all around,
to find a throng of crowding tourists,
most clearly ocean-bound!

In the end, to my chagrin,
as I paddled both hard and fast,
I learned you shouldn't riddle,
until the temperate weather's passed!

The LibraryWelcome, strangers, to this shrine
Where scholars' quest begins
Come and feed your hungry minds
On the knowledge held within

Dissect the ancient histories
And from them know the past
Explore the mystic mysteries
Of worlds words have cast

Peer through time through ancient eyes
To times of wars and squalls
For whispers of the elders wise
Still echo through these halls

Wander wonders of fabled lands
That from the mind arose
Enact the deeds of foreign hands
In victories and woes

Give the knowledge you receive
Unto those yet to come
For bound you are here-by this creed
To pass this treasure on

And so now, strangers, fare you we

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We are now free.
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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,
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which is what my mantra is here and today.

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simple monochrome or vibrant rainbow
some of us bright others duller.
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Though we may only be mere insignificant crayons,
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Little girl, little girl
why are you crying?
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your heart is dying.

In the end you were meant to run
from the absolute start,
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and protect your fragile heart.

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Youth's Hiccup

by ~Extranzia, Aug 23, 2012, 8:48:24 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

The 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.

Youth's Hiccupby ~Extranzia

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

This was my homework for my English class. We were to write a elegy about something that is gone and we miss. I took a deeper tone and wrote about this.

I keep changing a word here and there, I am quite paranoid about my first English assignment.