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added by nikkiluvzu
posted by CMJCMJLG
I feel lost,
I feel so different,
I know everyone around me,
but I don't seem to know any of the faces I see,
I don't know if it's just my hallucinations o my daydreaming,
I just don't know and yet kind of don't care,
I'm different from everyone and they judge me,
I know I'm weird, strange, and crazy,
But that's one of the great things about me,
I'm different and I'll deal with that my own self,
I'm not a typical popular girl,
but I'm not a backstabber either,
I'm a special different than they say,
I'm my own self and I amor to be different,
Make fun of me cause know I don't care
I'm different and I amor that because I don't
wanna be the same, I don't want to go with the flow,
I'm not like that. It's okay to different and I am.
posted by Lovetreehill
ALONE

From childhood's hora I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same fuente I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My corazón to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, o the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the nube that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
posted by Nikkinaynay
Stuck
Alone in my prison
Tongue bitten to hold
my screams
Smile worn to conceal
my fear
Free me from
this deep abyss
Save me from
this Lunar Eclipse
Take my pale
shaking hand
Collapse my
bindings to this
petrifying land
Frantic
the walls are closing in
corazón beating slowly
so slowly
Pull me from this
cave of sorrows
Please I want to
see tomorrow
Take my pale
shaking hand
Collapse my
bindings to this
petrifying land
I can
pull at my hair
I can
claw at the ground
I can
yank on my chains
I can
cringe at the sound
of the crying souls
I don't wanna registrarse them
I need your help
Will tu take my pale shaking hand
and collapse my
bindings to this
petrifying land
-Nikki Fulfer
posted by juicyjossy9
a poem written
and sung by
Annie Lennox (2007)


fingernail moon
up in the sky
come out and see me
see me sometimes
'cause i'm here alone
stuck in the blue
no distance between us
between me and you
i've got nothing to hide
i've got nothing to lose
you'll be por my side
c'mon tell me the truth

elegant moon
you cut like a knife
it does me no favours
to stay out of my sight
suspended like glass
all ancient and new
all of el espacio lies between us
between me and you
there's no need to be shy
there's no need to be scared
i need tu tonight
come on out if tu dare

i'm just a girl with my feet on the ground
i'm just a girl with my...
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posted by Sasunaru120
tu never know what tu have until tu lose it, and once tu lose it, tu can never get it back.

My corazón was taken por you... broken por you... and now it is in pieces because of you.

Love is like falling down... in the end you're left hurt, scarred, and with a memory of it forever.

You're the one who broke my heart, you're the reason my world fell apart, you're the one who made me cry, yet I'm still in amor with tu and I don't know why.

A million words would not bring tu back, I know because I've tried, neither would a million tears, I know I've cried.

Wanting him is hard to forget, loving him...
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added by hurricane93
Source: AR
Your head, your bearing, your gestures
Are fair as a fair countryside;
Laughter plays on your face
Like a cool wind in a clear sky.

The gloomy passer-by tu meet
Is dazzled por the glow of health
Which radiates resplendently
From your arms and shoulders.

The touches of sonorous color
That tu scatter on your dresses
Cast into the minds of poets
The image of a flor dance.

Those crazy frocks are the emblem
Of your multi-colored nature;
Mad woman whom I'm mad about,
I hate and amor tu equally!

At times in a lovely garden
Where I dragged my atony,
I have felt the sun tear my breast,
As though it were in mockery;...
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added by Princess-Yvonne
The Grave dicho to the Rose,
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose dicho to the Grave.

The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
más strangely than the dew,
To God's own ángeles new,"
The Grave dicho to the Rose.

*****************************************************

LA TOMBE DIT A LA ROSE

La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"

La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"
posted by Lovetreehill
Be quiet and más discreet, O my Grief.
You cried out for the Evening; even now it falls:
A gloomy atmosphere envelops the city,
Bringing peace to some, anxiety to others.

While the vulgar herd of mortals, under the scourge
Of Pleasure, that merciless torturer,
Goes to gather remorse in the servile festival,
My Grief, give me your hand; come this way

Far from them. See the dead years in pasado de moda, antigua gowns
Lean over the balconies of heaven;
Smiling Regret rise from the depths of the waters;

The dying Sun fall asleep beneath an arch, and
Listen, darling, to the soft footfalls of the Night
That traits off...
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posted by EmilyMJFan910
I was listening to bird of death from nisemonogatari (found it in an OST compilation, haven’t seen the anime) and I suddenly did a thing

why did I write this I’m not even sad


Dead white skin litters my arms like snowflakes,
And beautiful red blood falls in sad drips,
Making a picture on the colorless ground
Breathing doesn’t feel so good, it just burns
If I go, I’ll be okay
So I let myself go, freezing
My wrists are numb, but I can feel the blood
Dripping, dripping
The tall leafless árbol is dying, too
How does it feel, to have death looming
Because I’m so happy, living felt wrong
I could’ve...
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posted by A-k
I joined this site just today, i fell into escritura like i dont even remember when. Over years i've written plenty but never had a group o a close friend, for one reason o the other, to read to o mostrar em' what i write. Though some ones peak on from time to time and see whats up! And now im here, i post this to see how it goes..




Running from running, running from loving. Despite we know we r golden, sometimes we win nothing, n pleased, ya we have high self-esteem.
Attempt to always siek solitude, living in a lucid dream, alone in a shining dark room, shining cuz ma soul is free, grinning as...
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por Nicole Levy
Chronicle

The lyrical stylings of nationally acclaimed poet Kevin Brian Wright of Glendale have romanced even British queen Elizabeth II herself. The poem Wright composed for the queen in 2008, entitled “O’ Blessed Nightingale,” is today displayed as a personal keepsake of her majesty in Balmoral Castle. lectura the lyric, I imagined that Elizabeth had cast her regal person as that blessed nightingale for whom “the thunder…trembles, / When she beat her majestic wings in flight / Composing that choral symphony that softly serenades / The tranquil night, with that melodious...
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added by animefreak7
Source: Me
added by irena83
posted by saracomet
The tiger phoned the zebra
and invited him to dine.
He dicho "If tu could registrarse me
that would simply be divine."
The cebra dicho "I thank you,
but respectfully decline.
I heard tu ate the antelope;
he was a friend of mine."

On hearing this the tiger cried
"I must admit it's true!
I also ate the buffalo,
the llama and the gnu.
And yes I ate the warthog,
the gacela and kangaroo,
but I could never eat a creature
beautiful as you.

"You see I have a secret
I'm embarrassed to confide:
I look on tu with envy
and a modicum of pride.
Of all the creatures ever known,"
the tiger gently sighed,
"It seems we are the only two...
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posted by saracomet
My nostril smells awesome inside of my nose,
a bit like the bloom of a newly-picked rose.
It started this morning--I couldn't say why--
and all día it's smelled like plátano cream pie.

It has the aroma of freshly-baked bread
with hot melted mantequilla and mora, blackberry spread,
and maybe the breeze of a warm afternoon,
that follows a thunderstorm early in June.

It smells like a pine forest, right por a lake,
and chocolate chip galletas my mom likes to bake,
like kettle maíz pop-popping over a fire,
and laundry, the moment it's out of the dryer.

My nostril smells awesome, so I have a plan
to sit and enjoy it as long as I can.
Don't ask how it happened; I really can't say.
Perhaps it's my finger that's smelling this way.