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Strainbreaking face
rolling around with misery
listening voices
tears bleed
flowing hearts
blocked dreams
locked screams
what is seems
who believes
count the weeks
lonely
songs brings
heartless things
thoughtless mean
Crying me
Focus please
Catch means
Death
Swallowing breath
Shallow help
look in the well
Zero tale
Zero tell
Burning hell
Fail
Abandon shell
All of us are here

It's War!It's War!

It's war, when the father gets up in his holidays by 5 clock.
When he enters his service for the family like everyone else.
When he just attacks the pool-landscape of the Normadie.
When he raised his flag to mark his capture area.
He and 500 others.

It's war, when she attacks the discounts.
When she search for the armed conflict between her girlfriends.
When she capture ressources, she didn't need.
When she also brings scarped knees with her new summer skirt home.
She and 500 others.

It's war, when the whole humans loose their heads.
We and

persona unica¿¿ única??
¿una persona única?
uhm es interesante aquella palabra,
la cual dice muchas cosas,
¿porque digo interesante?
pues lastimosamente esta
palabra es muy poco común,
en esta sociedad de hipocresía, falsedad y superficialidad.

la persona que se atreva a ser única, aquella persona, es muy valiente
¿porque?,pues,no se como decirlo,en pocas palabras.

una persona única es aquella que
tiene un diferente pensamiento que los demás, aquella persona
puedes ser mejor que los demás.

todos alguna vez fuimos únicos, pero la triste realidad es que
gracias a que todos, estoy diciendo todos, alguna vez tuvimos el deseo
de que esta sociedad nos aceptara

Ta osobaTo osoba kochana
i powszechnie szanowana.
Wiek jej... Się nie liczy.
Serce ma jakby wyrwane z Zawiszy.
Nigdy Cię nie zawiedzie, ale doradzi.
Niebawem jej święto, więc prezencik mamy.
To ten skromny wierszyk i kilka drobiazgów.
Bo Twe serce jest pełne drobiazgów, Mamo. c:

Snow Queen

She's not reacting to anyone's love,
She always stays cold,
She loves to be in snow,
And no one knows what she's capable of,
She's always alone,
She's a master of her snow world.

She's called Snow Queen,
She's always so mean,
Happiness makes her sick,
It makes her weak,
But the Queen holds on,
With the power of snow.

The Queen rules the Kingdom,
She knows the meaning of freedom,
A lot of people tried to change her,
But they became frozen,
She wants to stay away,
She don't want anyone to get in her way.

Esas madrugadas llenas de pensEsas madrugadas llenas de pensamientos rodeando mi cabeza como enredaderas unidas unas con otras, donde pienso real y no emocional, donde tu me cegaste y me tiraste a mi suerte, donde ahora me levanto solo, donde ahora tu te encuentras en el cielo, pero pronto caerás, recuerda las nubes no son de hierro.

Hey guys...You want to know a secret?hey...when people ask hows it going? or whats up? or how ya been? do they actually care how you've been?

I don't think even 50% of them care.

they have their own problems. As do I. However, I'm part of the fifty percent that would rather listen to other peoples issues instead of mine. Instead of doing homework or listen to teachers in school or do something people "Believe" is important to graduate high school. I would rather help someone. Do something more important.

Honestly... I think high school is a waste of time. Why can't high school be classes that would actually teach you what you "need" to know? cause honestly if I want to become

.:Vent-Drown:.I feel like I can't breathe,
Making me become a monster I can't see.
Down I continue to sink,
Really feeling useless dying the water in my tears of ink,
Overly emotional,
Well I've lost my sanity, I've lost it all;
Never will I be able to swim back up,
I can't see the sun,
Never will I get to see it anymore, because I'm....
Gone

1Tienes el mismo repertorio y las mismas actitudes para cada persona que se topa en tu camino?, sera acaso el mismo inesperado final para cada amorío estúpido?

Juegas con fuego,
deja de tocar las puertas del infierno,
algún día abrirán, y seras devorada por tu misma boca.

Horario muertoEsas manecillas de reloj que tornan lentas en tus horas de agonía, como una tortura para tu cráneo, yo no entiendo.

Tienes todo no eres feliz,

tienes poco no eres feliz.

Entonces escarbe dentro de mi, y encontré algo llamado;
"detalles".

Sean efímeros, sean perpetuos..

No se como pueden damas desperNo se como pueden damas desperdiciar a un hombre que viste de galas, escribe en sus días adversos pero hace el amor como si no hubiera universo.

Possibly Not.I lied to you, or Possibly Not
I really missed you so
I let myself become afraid -
Afraid you might let go

I've thought of you so many times
You've crept into my dreams
My eyes were lit, a little bit
When your name showed on my screen

You've talked me into things before
Awakened my "logical" thoughts
Convinced me like no one ever could
Not a word you've said, I forgot

You made your way into my life
A good friend from the very start
I can't believe you still remain
Tied securely to my heart

Is Tomorrow, Today?Is Tomorrow, Today?

Sometimes I wonder whether I am moving forward,
Or maybe I was where I was in the beginning.
I do stupid stuff and look it afterwards,
Realising I had made this mistake before.
I receive comments willing me onwards,
I ignore them politely. As I know how this ends.

Braving it out,
Keeping it in.
Twisting thoughts in my head,
Holding me in sin.
I toss in my bed,
Trying to keep the monsters away,
not sleeping a wink with this weighing me down as if I was lead.

I do not accept change,
forgiveness,
Sympathy.
All I want to know is if Tomorrow will be another today.

~AkasunaDanna

Mereces.Resultaste ser en carne propia lo que odiabas de las anteriores mentes mediocres que cruzaron mi camino, ahora no te queda mas que atarte una cuerda al cuello, recuerda esas personas te enferman, ahora pruebas lo que odias y ahora eres tu la persona enferma, así que deja las excusas deja las mentiras, deja toda esa estúpida saliva gastada en vano, solo muere, sin metáforas ni nada no mereces ni la tinta con la que escribo para mi placer de odio, sin embargo lo hago por que mejor medicina que esta para mi no hay.

They destroyed the moonThey destroyed the moon

The moon used to be my Novocaine.
It brought the tide to cover up my pain.
I'd wait for it to come.
When the tide came I was numb,
It'd wash over me,
And I'd feel free,
But in reality,
The pain was still inside of me.
It was never gone, just hidden from view,
Like cosmetics to a bruise, hiding the black and blue,
The truth is that my tide,
Was a place for me to hide,
The pain was still there every day,
I've never actually been okay,
And now I wait again for the tide to come,
For my chance to be completely numb.
But the moon is destroyed,
My membership is void,
I'm exposed,
There's nowhere to repose,
The tide is gone.

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LotusYou must be a lotus,

unfolding it's petals,

when the sun rises in the sky,

uneffected by the slush,

where our rivers may sway,

and soft tree songs whisper,

with heart felt beauty,

when all that is
- will not weep and dry.

To sleep as Autumn comes.When autumn comes
Let me discover my roots as a blade of grass
In the wild grass - as a converse.
In woods when trees start shedding their leaves;
In prairies when horses lose their taste for grazing;
On the roadside when men stop mowing:
We shall be free, wild in the open air.
As grassroots we enjoy our common ground.
Together we lie down on the earth to look out.
Our soul is soil.
In the sound of waves from distant mountains
The sight of moonbeams from deep oceans
The smell of violent winds from empty skies
We recall our journey as a blade of grass.
As a raindrop, a cloud, and morning mist;

A tree, a flower, moss or a rock
A

Wind and earth.There was a clear, loud cry in the sky.
Trees remained in silence and solitude unperturbed.

Trees inform sentient beings of changing signs of each season.
- viewing flowers in spring
I feel reassured of renewal and continuity of life
And to know summer will be upon us soon.

I site and watch, in meditation with-in my patron trees.
-to learn to stand and breathe as one of them.
Standing as one of them is standing free from body-mind.
Standing free from body-mind is being at home with the wind and clouds.

I trust the work of invisible root and visible trunk.
With earthlink of the root and skylink of the trunk.

I will always be foreve

My Fellow Friend.

Feb 24th, 2012

There was a cold breeze in the air that day.

The breeze in the wind reminded me of Mother Nature, and her natural ways of working.

The coil breeze and clear twirling gusts - all which played a never ending song.

I felt the love ascending to a new beginning that day.
__________________

When I saw you, you were very little. Jumping all over your buddies like you we're the king in the crowd.

Your heart swarmed of love and happiness and at that point, I couldn't help but fall in love with you.

Your happiness touched my heart, from the moment you looked up at me, and when I was able to hold you so preciously in the palm of

FriendYou are a hero in abstract design,

Alive with a pinch of purple haze,

Sweet nothings I notice, you whisper divine,

Red roses and remedies - I see your place..

HospitalizationI only see one door,
Inside I see it facilitates
Four beds that scream bloody sores
This room has no doctors or nurses.

Two Curtains.. too close
Or am I locked inside where no one knows?

No more room for independence
These rights are taken with my will
3am is no time for bed sentence!
Mornings awake I'm not ready for my pills.

On Sunday I'm not only leaving my charm
...Perhaps
But Monday will I be available to harm?

We'll see in Subsequent gravity,
Visitor's hours can take me to the Sea.
Or am I silent in my forbidden levity,
I know one day my soul will reprieve.

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by ~SunkistTar, Oct 21, 2011, 12:15:15 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

The white sheets are covered in blood.
No one knows how it got here.
It's just a pointless history,
that we have come to bare.

The moon shines so cold,
the sun gasses so hot.
Just ask yourself how it could not?

The shoe was left on the road.
So empty and so bold.
The pointless mind has been shot.
And blood is just falling through his soul.

No soul there is left to be.
Just the sprit itself, has now wondered off, now becoming individual.

The stars have fallen,
The Sea has sunk.
The earth has become invaded,
just from a single bomb.

The butterfly does not know,
the peace and freedom has been taken so harsh.
The horses are somewhat un-none,
though humans are just as still as bones..

The eye blinks,
the smile frowns.
The blood drops,
from the mindless sink.

What has happened?
Where did time go?
It's you, yourself.
That has just made this stone cold.

Pointlessby ~SunkistTar

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

This peice I wrote when very young. I was very naive and had lots of self pitty.
I remember writing this at my cottage. Where my grandmother and grandfather built there home. It was our cottage that they built with there own bare hands. After the 1950's from refuge.

Sadly, one of there daughters, my aunt. Was going to delmolish the home.
With only a few weeks left. My last stay I had I felt the need to write and express the anger I could not express in person.
As I knew, the ownership of this home was given to my aunt and my grandmother had no say in the matter.

~Kotovii Dec 27, 2011

As far as I can tell, it's a wonderful bit. The language speaks in a way that tells the reader that you were young when you wrote it and the cruelty of life back then shines through. Although in future work I personally would stay away from that degree of flow of consciousness as it takes away from the overall feel.

~SunkistTar Dec 27, 2011

Thank you very much! Great advice. I'll keep that in mind. I've started writing again recently and most of my poems still have the same kind of flow but with more maturity. I will work on making them less dramatic. I think you are right, I do over do sometimes and it does take away from the overall feel.
Thanks again for your advice.

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