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MasqueradeShe glides into the room,
Her crimson dress flowing.
Body engulfed in a sweet perfume,
Only half of her face showing.
The candles flicker,
Bowing down as she passes.
Heartbeats become quicker,
Every man's affection she amasses.
Her discomfort begins to tell,
For she is not all that she seems.
To herself she has said farewell,
Haunted by the world of dreams.
Behind the mask lies the pain,
The sharp feeling of regret.
Her composure she must maintain,
Try to forgive and forget.
Portrait of my MindI lie here,
A river flowing in my eyes.
The Sun steps back to disappear,
As the moon unmasks its disguise.
The lonely stars are full of fears;
Trapped, never to be set free.
Droplets of rain their tears;
Silently they make their plea.
The sky is a pot of glitter,
Spilt over a pool of dark blue ink.
Between thoughts my mind flickers,
Into memories my mind sinks.
I watch the stars fade out,
As I lie thinking of you.
The breeze breathes life into my body
Fixing me together like glue.
Ice and FireYour eyes lock onto mine,
Icy blue, they freeze the space
between us, and fill it with tension
so intense it threatens
to cut me open and penetrate my heart,
pouring in it hatred and jealousy.
I break away from your gaze,
My heart beating out a warning
To my body; to run, to escape.
I am on fire,
Blood rushing through my veins,
Searching for a release.
Now, with my back turned
I can feel you watching me,
Your shadow replaces mine.
Every move I make,
Every sight I take in,
Whispers in the dark.
With me the act ends;
The mask rises off your face,
I can see right through you;
What lies beneath.
EarthThere are now over 7 billion people on Earth
For every 8 deaths there are 19 births
So many unique stories waiting to be told
So many lives waiting to unfold
But nowadays we are so busy
Everybody everywhere getting in a tizzy
That we do not stop to appreciate
Everything that makes our world so great
Around us are such wonders
From tropical birds to violent thunder
Yet we seem to have no sense of duty
To preserve it's natural beauty
So turn off your mobile phone
Leave your computer and the internet alone
And go outdoors and just take a minute
To look at the artistry so infinite
No matter during which season
You should always be able to find a reason
To take a look outside
And be filled with immeasurable pride.
Midnight DanceYour fingers slide in between mine,
Our hands perfectly entwined.
Your arm wraps tenderly around my waist,
As you whirl me around and we trace
imaginary patterns on the floor.
Everything about you I adore,
as my head lies gently on your shoulder,
And we dance a dance that is older
Than time itself.
Your scent engulfs my mind,
And brings with it memories so refined,
Filled with pure emotion,
To you I promise complete devotion.
My senses are drowned out,
So that there is no room for any doubt,
Past worries and fears I twirled
As I fell into another world.
Hope and love fill my heart
As we perfect this dying art.
My dreams fall into place,
Made real by the smile upon your face.
And as we dance,
Our minds filled with true romance,
I mirror your movements
As we step backwards and forwards
To the slow, steady rhythm inside our heads.
Love and LossIn these bright blue depths
Swimming with mystery
Memory upon memory
Rising to the surface
As I look into your eyes.
Deep in our history,
Each kiss bringing us closer
To the true definition of love.
Spiritual; our bodies and minds united
The morning light our only hindrance
The only shadow to our happiness.
But now as we stand face to face,
Our mutual presence
Sparking the same images to appear,
The same lines to be heard
In our pained minds
Old, forgotten words
Meaningless to others
But send us into a different world
A world devoid of happiness
A world filled with misery
Half of my heart aching in longing
Convincing my mind
That we were made for each other.
The other half crying out
Trying to be heard
Over the passion of the other.
Wary and cautious;
Urging me to step backwards
And seek out
What drew us apart
All those years ago.
The Old WellMy destiny calls from the depths of the well,
The sound of the water my own death knell.
Spirits pass upwards and through the stone,
Leaving behind pennies people have thrown.
The well is filled with the souls of others,
All of whom strayed from the same path.
Every fate as damned as another's,
Consumed by this ancient curse's wrath.
Mysteries surround this age-old dwelling,
I, a servant of this ancient foretelling.
My heart lies at its base,
My life removed without a trace.
CasualtiesAs the screaming bombs fly overhead,
Here we lie dying in these makeshift hospital beds.
Terrified of what will become of us,
It seems there is no one we can trust.
People at home whisper in the street,
As they travel to purchase their rationed meat,
That we must have been to Hell and back,
But that return journey we did lack.
As we sink further and further into despair,
Our bodies and minds now far beyond repair,
All around the world,
Children start to cry,
As one by one,
Their fathers die.
A Shot of LoveThe whistle echoes amongst the men,
Each of whom are stood with paper and pen.
Clutching their letters of final goodbyes;
farewell to their families and to all the lies.
Hearts stop dead upon hearing that sound,
Then blood in their ears begins to pound.
The world around them comes to a stop,
As they prepare to go over the top.
One man sits and covers his ears,
Closes his eyes and away fly his fears.
He sees his girl in a dress that flows,
Smiling with lips the colour of a rose.
For her he is fighting, for her they will win,
Though his mind is filled with fear and sin.
Her smile is what guides him towards the light,
When all he can think about is when next he will fight.
Her eyes are all in this world that is good,
When all that surrounds him are trenches made of mud.
And the freckles on her nose are what make him smile,
When he marches through France, mile after mile.
All this he thinks about as he stands upright,
Keeping himself together with all his might.
He looks up to the sky and
Please, don't give up.You’re not alone, even if you feel such sorrow
Please try to calm your mind and forget about tomorrow
I know that life can hurt, but from my happiness you can borrow
Please don't cry anymore, I will help you with the troublesome morrow
Even if the bad seem to be everywhere you go
Just keep in mind that you have to stay away from what’s below
And I know that you’ll learn from these bad experiences
So then you can help those who are inexperienced
Please don’t be sad, everyone has a reason for his or her existence
You can’t ever give up, push through and have resistance
The worst thing you could do is to lose all of your hope
Just promise me that you will try to never mope
Font.I want to be in black and white, words written on a page.
With a plot that thickens at every turn the reader cant look away.
Turn me into Mystery being solved by a gloomy, brooding victor.
Or maybe a great Romance with a "Happily Ever After"
Write me into Fantasy to transcend all your realities.
With a hero who is so bold, to test my fair formalities.
Compose a great Tragedy of star crossed lovers torn apart.
I will be the weeping widow who dies from a broken heart.
Create a suspenseful Horror and I will be your screaming victim.
Yet when the monster sets in for the kill, I find a way to outwit him.
I want to be in black and white, but this all seems to much to write.
The answer is not a novel, or poem, no its a quite bit more easy.
Grab a scrap of this or that and with your pen just quickly scratch,
"I Love You, Love Me."
Are you there?Doubt
I am real, you can see me can't you? she walks closer to your body.
you can feel me can't you? she runs her fingers over your left cheek.
I haven't hurt you have I? She smiles softly.
I haven't tricked you have I? She puts a few strands of hair behind her right ear.
She walks towards the window, the white meshed, short curtains flow in the night wind, and you notice parts of her appear translucent. You stare intently & say nothing.
I take care of you don't I? she grabs your white blanket and puts it over your shoulders.
I am always here for you aren't I? She sits beside you on the bed, her eyes piercing into you.
I am not ashamed of you am I? She has tears in her eyes and her voice is trembling.
I don't hide you do I? She puts her knees up to her chest and lowers her head into them.
You look at her, so beautiful, so fragile. You extend your hand slowly and go to t
Look Into the Lonely MindShe sits alone,
Her thoughts chasing one another
In an endless game of tag.
Things no one else can grasp.
Music and movies play,
Repeating themselves over and over.
Books have been written
Only to be forgotten.
Names with pictures,
Words with no voice,
Art that cannot be shown.
Communicating with words that make no sense
And trying to fit in,
Resulting in failure.
Admired by many,
Refused by them all.
Beautiful and she knows it
But doesn't believe it.
A touch to liven,
A word to kill.
Confused by the answers
To the questions she asks.
Then it all comes back to...
Friend Zone.Friend Zone.
I just can never seem to get it right.
How can she say that I am not her type?
After the constant phone calls and the facebook messages
And listening to you talk about all of your annoying relatives.
I thought that you and I could’ve been something.
I know now you think all guys are just after one thing.
Especially after the last guy and what he did to you
And I thought since I was the person you came running to.
That maybe, eventually there could be something between us
And you would believe me when I say I am not thinking of my penis.
When I say I long to hear your voice, even if it's only for a little while
And I love the way your delicate dimples develop whenever you smile.
I even love the way you chew your nails wildly whenever you’re nervous.
So when my suppressed feelings for you begin to pierce through the surface
And I confess all of the affection held captive in my chest.
You say that you love me but you can only see me as a best...
This where the mem
Love at First SightDid you ever wonder what made me love you?
Do you even care?
Well if you do it was your laughter,
They say opposites attract.
They did for me.
Did they for you?
Did you notice me?
With my silent voice,
My unshowing emotions,
My ability to almost disappear.
Was it the same for you as for me?
I guess no,
You never noticed me,
Not till the very end,
The end where I told you,
And you went.
You never answered,
You just went.
I guess it wasn't your fault,
Your parents moved,
You had to go,
And I left you no address to reply.
Did you even read it?
Where I opened up,
For the first time,
About my love for you,
And how it was love at first sight.
I hope you did.
Time turning...If days were sad,
I wish I could turn back time.
If days were happy,
I still wish I could turn back time.
So do I wish to turn time,
And if... it were possible,
to turn back time,
I wouldn't be the person,
I am today...
For HerSkin so pale and so innocent; yet warm and soft.
Bright is her eyes, always lit by day or by night.
Her warm embrace; like a maiden of the heavens taking the late life of a man.
The way I feel with her, is a way I have so little felt;
Tis love! The bittersweet fruit that drives an able bodied person;
To the very end of their sanity or to their discovery of true happiness!
Oh god who art in heaven, why must I love!
For she the vile woman that fate has bestowed upon my desires;
Feels not the same as I.
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
WordsYour words surround me;
Twist and twirl in front of my eyes.
Everywhere I look, everywhere I run,
Again and again I hear goodbyes.
Your voice rings out,
A mist only my mind can see.
My body rooted to the ground,
My heart never to be set free.
The memories bring pain to my heart,
Enemies I cannot hope to outrun.
Our story is a tragedy;
A history that life has undone.
I wish to see beyond you,
But to life I am blind.
Your shadow covers the light;
Only darkness in my mind.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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