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GoodnightClose your eyes
And say goonight
I say goodbye
For the very last time

I close the door
Say nothing more
Don't realize it'll be
My last goodbye.

You dream away
All your worries
All your demons
Lay down to rest

I don't pay attention
Don't notice your cry
For help
Take advantage of you
As you dream awayy.

I let you slip from my hands
Turned my back on you
Let you disappear

Now you're gone
I can't help but mourn
The death of my beloved.

You should sleep in your bed
Unconscious only in your head
Not asleep in the clouds
Where we can't be proud

They too
Shoved you away
But at least they would say
"I love you"

The l

Foreign EyesA plane arrives
hauling foreign eyes
whose confusion,
makes them seem unwise.
They aren't.

The different signs,
trick these foreign eyes,
that have never seen letters
drawn with crossing lines.

The new language puzzles the foreign ears
putting the brain in a constant shame.
Making the face look less than sane.

The foreign hands,
don't know how to exchange
a currency that's alien,
hungered mouth still yearning.

A foreign body now in shock,
questions hosts who are but cogs.
Sense of humor all but lost,
fear for safety, all forethought.

The PrisonWelcome to The prison
Your thoughts mock you through the bars
we left you in the sector of misery
and we took away all the guards.
You are here to learn a lesson
A lesson you do not deserve
But scream all you might
you will never be heard.
We will feed you Depression
Breakfast lunch and dinner
Than 1 hour of pleasure
Than back to reality.
Other inmates will talk
And threaten your very life
They will fill your heart with fear
and fill your head with lies
Your lawyer fights your case
because he thinks he knows the truth
but no matter what he tries
we all know that he will lose
Your doomed for an eternity
in this house of i

BrokenHave you eaten, child?

No my love, it's too soon.

Have you water?

No my love, I drank it all
in the night.

I would keep near while you
refill your cup.

I can wait. I don't want the
water while you are here.

I should leave so you
will get your rest.

I will not rest if you go, for
I am broken with desire.

I will stop loving you.

I will go on loving you,
and
I always have.

Send me awaySend me away
To a place not tracked my miles
I know you don't want me to stay
So maybe now you can finally smile

Send me away
Like everyone else has before you
I'll find a new place to lay
For what else is a broken man to do

Send me away
Yet again I will play as the fool
Tear up my heart just to play
Then toss me like a useless tool

Send me away
What more can you want from me
Your leaving my heart to decay
So just let go and leave me be

Send me away
Away so I can go back to being alone
Go back to being cast astray
And go back to a world without a home.

Paper Hearts A clean sheet is how it starts,
An innocent life, with an unblemished heart
Pure bliss of a smile, happy affairs
A laugh, a giggle,
A world with no cares

But each day the paper ages
On it's surface, is found a new stain,
And each day the pencil moves,
All the paper feels is pain

The writer is not always the owner,
For the paper can be stolen from time, to time
And if you take the heart,
It will not come back unscarred

But the words can lie,
The heart can die
Rewrite the story,
Create a new life

Mommy DearestMommy Dearest,
Mommy Dearest,
What did I do?
You hate me,
And I hate you.
Mommy Dearest,
Mommy Dearest,
What don't you know?
There's blood, so much blood,
From my wrists it flows.
Mommy Dearest,
Mommy Dearest,
What didn't you hear?
I was screaming in pain,
But all you did was leer.
Mommy Dearest,
Mommy Dearest,
Why can't you see?
I'm dead and dying,
With a heart full of misery.
Mommy Dearest,
Mommy Dearest,
I know you can tell.
I'm waiting for you,
In the deepest part of Hell.

She will smoke herself to deathThe girl is smoking
She tastes the silence
She doesn't care
She drinks the darkness
And I can't help it
I keep watching her
She smokes the sorrow
Consuming pain
I can't recall it
If she has a name
The girl is drinking
She drinks her guilt
She's slowly drowning
Drowning in her sleep

Blue eyes, blue veins
She can't stop crying
She can't stop rain
She's filled with sorrow
She's filled with pain
But there is tomorrow
A brand new day
She's sleeping soundly
Letting go her soul
And I keep watch her
I simply can't let go

I want to keep you
I want to save you from yourself
I need to hold you
And give you all I can
My clo

I Worship Her: A Ghazal I cannot help but bow before her for I worship her
My world is darkness without her, my sun. I worship her

Should I wake up to empty arms, my heart would drop with fear
I run to the lovely form by my stove. I worship her

I have found my refuge from raging wars and storms in her
Like a peaceful lotus bloom in my pond, I worship her

Let omega begin, we'll spend the last hours holding hands
I will take her all over til the end. I worship her

She is my every smile. She sows her heart unto my scarf
Her very hands profess to me her love. I worship her

One can conquer men with words but women heed

IFIf I spoke correctly the Shakespeare language

I would say

Thou are the light that guides my steps on the path of love
Thou are the flower that brightens my heart by its mere presence
Thou are the spark that warms my soul

But I only know the language of Molière

And

Darkness surrounds us
The flowers fade
The rain keeps falling

You walk away beautiful stranger and you do not understand what my tears want to tell you...

Si

Si je parlais correctement la langue de Shakespeare

Je dirais

Tu es la lumière qui guide mes pas sur le chemin de l'amour
Tu es la fleur qui égaie mon coeur par sa seule présence
Tu es l'étincelle qui réchauffe

She /She is violin.
A graceful flourish of fingers,
One hypnotising movement,
And I sing, for her.
The mournful, aching, sound,
Of hearts in love.

She is flute.
A cool breeze across my neck,
One mesmerising whisper,
And I long for her.
The whimpering, broken, sound,
Of men in love.

She is guitar.
Fumbling with notes and chords,
One revitalising gesture,
And I play, for her.
The quickened, heartbeat, sound,
Of fools in love.

She is harp,
I caress tense heart strings,
One tantalising murmur,
And I love for her,
The silent, beautiful, sound,
Of falling in love.

L OISEAU SOLITAIREL'OISEAU SOLITAIRE

Je suis oiseau solitaire

Parcourant les cimes d'un regard acéré
Survolant les hommes avec mansuétude
Je glisse au vent du dernier été
Enfin perdu dans ma solitude

Mes plumes bruissent doucement
Elles se colorent d'or et d'argent
Lorsque je m'égare sous l'astre écarlate
Ou que je goûte le silence du firmament

Je plonge vers ces eaux glacées
Sans me méfier de leurs méandres
Défiant les torrents tourmentés
Conquérant le monde tel Alexandre

Je m'enfuis vers ce mont inviolé
Criant au monde la rage que je porte
Libre, la tête vide, enfin apaisé
Ultime survivant de ma race morte

Je suis oiseau solitaire

20 novem

Notice MeLook up from your desk.
Look up from your book.
Look up from your laptop
or cellphone
or iPod and songs.

Why can't you see me?
Why don't you care?
Why won't you answer my letters?
wishes?
calls?

Do you even know my name?
Do you even recognize my face?
Do you even think of my eyes?
my nose?
my smile?

How long must I wait for you to see me?
How long till you know the love in my heart?
How long till I can call you my own?
my love?
my d

Bleak BeautyLong locks black but glimmered,
Temper never lost but simmered,
Lady in black,
Sat,
Spread across the floor.

Pale cheeks as snowy as winter,
Lips as red as the hellfire within her,
Lady with full pout,
Gazing out,
Searching over the moor.

Always observing.
Always lurking.
Never engaging.
Never confiding.
As ensnaring as any fairer ladies,
Your beauty still fully luring,
Despite your chronic melancholia,
And eternal brooding.
Glossy raven-esque lady.
Bleak beauty.

Body svelte and sleekly limber,
Brimming in warmth by the flaming timber,
Lady devout,
Feeling forever without,
Wistfully longing for more.

Breath blushing window panes,
Her stil

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The lick of the Flame

by ~LauraS45, Dec 29, 2012, 7:28:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Most people fear the wild flame.

Not I.

I long for the flame to lick my skin.

To warm my ever cold heart

and to give back the passion I once owned.

I long for the smoke to suffocate my misery

I long for the smoke to fill my lungs

For it is thicker and sweeter than what air ever could be to me.

I long for the smoke to intoxicate my mind.

For the crackle of the flame to whisper sweetness to me.

As the flame takes over my heart.

I long for the burning lick of the flame.

To give back feeling.

To give back life.

In this hallow state,

I crave

To feel the bliss of the fervently flame.

To feel the pulsing of my heart once more.

I am alive.

Once more in this hallow state

I crave for the wild flame to lick my heart and burn my soul

to give me life and passion once more

Make my heart pulse again.

The lick of the Flameby ~LauraS45

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Just something that came to me.

tried something new. so...

Please tell me what you think of it. good, bad, ugly? Was the flow of it easy to understand? especially the last part of the poem
Please critique on this peace.

Hoped you enjoyed.

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~SculptorOfDreams Apr 6, 2013 Student Writer

The flow was nice to me. The ideas put forth are striking and great. Good job!

*dwkeiko Jan 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I thought it flowed fine; however, I was distracted that some of the beginning lines started out capitalized, while others were lower cased. I've noticed that it was because it was due to what type of words...
Still, just so everything appeals to the eye, perhaps make every line start out with capital letters.

Also, maybe split the third stanza after, I am alive. It was far longer than the others, and didn't really match the already established structure.

~LauraS45 Jan 5, 2013

thank you for your comment I do see your point on how the third stanza was a bit long. thank you.

*dwkeiko Jan 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Oh, you're welcome!
Anytime ^^

!Kratofski Jan 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Reading this I sympathised with the voice, a voice devoid of desire. It's as though the voice is tired of their life, in a world that lacks colour; The voice seeks passion, excitement, some colour in life.

Your stanzas are arranged in such a way that, much like a flame being fed, the stanzas grow in length. I personally feel this augments the work, though perhaps revise the use of 'burn' and it's variants in that third stanza (blaze, kindle, scald, torch, toast - many wonderful fire-related verbs).

You should be proud of this it's a very enjoyable read.

~LauraS45 Jan 2, 2013

Thank you very much! I like your suggestions

*nightshade-keyblade Jan 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

1. It was definitely good

2. Little typo here: "To warm my ever cold heart

and to give back the passion I once own." Should be "owned".

3. The last stanza is a bit repetitive, but I don't know if that's your intention.
Example:

"I long for the burning lick of the flame. " "I crave for the wild flame to lick my heart and burn my soul"

"I crave

To feel the bliss of the burning flame.

To feel the pulsing of my heart once more."

as well as

"I crave for the wild flame to lick my heart and burn my soul

to give me life and passion once more

Make my heart pulse again."

Feel free to change or not change this as you see fit. Just thought you might be able to use a different word or phrase it differently a bit.

Other than that, I enjoyed it very much. Choice use of imagery and symbolism and I can relate to it very much.

~LauraS45 Jan 2, 2013

Thank you very much! I did change the repetition of the word burning if that makes it better. Thank you for you insight.

*nightshade-keyblade Jan 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome, happy to help!

~Trampandwolf Jan 1, 2013

Well this is bloody awesome mate! the way in which you have written it makes it really easy to read and to produce a flow with, the emotive stance behind it is so powerful aswell it sucks you straight in! what a wicked piece of writing, probably one of the best i have seen you come out with so far, it is certainly obvious how far you have grown as a writer, at any rate

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