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posted by Lovetreehill
Votive Offering in the Spanish Style

I want to build for you, Madonna, my mistress,
An underground altar in the depths of my grief
And carve out in the darkest corner of my heart,
Far from worldly desires and mocking looks,
A niche, all enameled with azure and with gold,
Where tu shall stand, amazed Statue,
With my polished Verses as a trellis of pure metal
Studded cunningly with rhymes of crystal,
I shall make for your head an immense Crown,
And from my Jealousy, O mortal Madonna,
I shall know how to cut a capa in a fashion,
Barbaric, heavy, and stiff, lined with suspicion,
Which, like a sentry-box,...
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posted by sawfan13
A beautiful bride awaits for her groom
Doesn't mind if he's a tad late
They did plan too early though
Made everything go faster.
Hours and hours went by
Making the bride nervous and nervous
But seeing her fiance's new beau
Made this woman go madder and madder.
The church a block away
The bride stomped and stomped as she walked
Looking through the sacred glass windows
Of seeing the devil she once loved.
She stalked them to their honeymoon
As the new couple found out to be their last
In her beautiful white wedding dress
Turned red por 1:00am that night.
The siguiente día the neighbors of the hotel room were worried...
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posted by irena83
In the tremors of despair
tu see your life's fading away.


Now it seems like you've always known
that life tu have will always be the path of thorns,
You've seen it, oh, tu have seen it long ago
In the depths of your eyes.


Dark has never been so silent,
While the steps of death are too loud,
So dreadful for the hope that expira slowly.


These moments of sorrow extinguished you,
Harrowing your mind, only the dark were there,
Misery and lonely death were calling your name.


Why is death so painful for others,
Yours has always been present,
In your thoughts, In your absence,
In this sadnees, in despair.


Your being is wrapped por blackness,
into the depths of your tainted mind
it took roots, crawling inside,
feeding with the fears that are buried
into nothingness ( the depth of your eyes).
posted by irena83
In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
amargo, amargos and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this música of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written por the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.
posted by ThornedRose
life has won over death
you arrive
a joyuss look in your eyes
you were laughing
you were smiling
you were crawling
when tu took your first steps
you were mesmirized
you were running
you were jumping
you were making mud pies
clinging onto me
soon tu were older
to old for grownups
you played with your friends
you played sports
but tu still called me mommy
you were chasing after girls
you were failing your classes
you were making a mess of your world
soon tu betrayed me
you lied and tu cheated
you estola from me
you disapeared for days
you dropped out of school
you swore at me
you snuck into...
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posted by sawfan13
Raised por wild animals
People just never quite understand
He maybe different
But he saved me from a lion.
He is not a savage
He's sweet and curious about the human world
As I wonder,"Does he amor me? Does he know what amor is?"
My friends and ex-fiance' just can't see
What a wonderful man he is.
Brave, strong, and kind
Also, very attractive!
The jungle so beautiful and free
As he swings on vines, holding me
His loud, victorious yell
As he yells after fighting a mean animal
o just proud of his jungle.
His muscular, warm, tan skin
Feels so smooth and beautiful
Against my head, as I listen to his heartbeat.
His amber eyes stare into mine
As I touch his shaggy, shoulder length black hair
If he ever gets hurt
I help him doctor his wounds.
We dream of each other, as we both fall into a slumber, as the sun starts to set slowly.
posted by Aquade
She Doesn't Know

por Cody Herman


Through the window I stare siguiente door

When is she coming out

She's the only one I adore

But then why do I doubt

Her hair is golden like the sun

Shining bright and strong for all to see

She looks at me and I'm undone

I didn't foresee that she was the one for me

Why do I hesitate

It wasn't too long ago

My corazón beats at a faster rate

But she doesn't know

The power she has over me

I putty in her hands

She just couldn't leave me be

Her wish is my command

When will I find the courage

To tell her how I feel

Am I able to break this bridge

Will I stand o I kneel

I can't do it

I'm afraid she'll say no

I need to get a grip

She still doesn't know
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added by Lovetreehill
How beautiful the Sun is when newly risen
He hurls his morning greetings like an explosion!
— Fortunate the one who can lovingly salute
His setting, más glorious than a dream!

I remember!... I have seen all, flower, stream, furrow,
Swoon under his gaze like a palpitating heart...
— Let us run to the horizon, it's late,
Let us run fast, to catch at least a slanting ray!

But I pursue in vain the sinking god;
Irresistible Night, black, damp, deadly,
Full of shudders, establishes his reign;

The odor of the tomb swims in the shadows
And at the marsh's edge my timid foot
Treads upon slimy snails and unexpected...
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posted by saracomet
My senses all are backwards
and it really makes me wonder
if on the día that I was born
somebody made a blunder.

For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.

I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I amor the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.

I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.

I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little bebés crying.

I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.

I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.

So let me tell tu one más thing
before I have to go:
I think tu are the most attractive
person that I know.
THE DANCE OF DEATH

by: Charles Baudelaire

ARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,
Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves
With all the careless and high-stepping grace,
And the extravagant courtesan's thin face.

Was slimmer waist e'er in a ball-room wooed?
Her floating robe, in royal amplitude,
Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod
With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.

The swarms that hum about her collar-bones
As the lascivious streams caress the stones,
Conceal from every scornful jest that flies,
Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyes

Are made of...
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added by Ayaka
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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That man tu called ugly for his face warped with scars
He fought for his country in the Vietnam War.
That girl tu called fat and laughed at will
She’s overdosing on diet pills.
That guy tu called lame for not owning a license
He has to support his family por building fences.
That girl tu felt tu had to trip in the hallway
Is being abused at inicial all night and all day.
That guy tu called stupid for not making his grades
Has a learning disability and has to take meds.
That fifteen-year-old girl with a child that tu called a slut
Was raped two years hace and left in a rut.
You think tu know these...
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