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posted by mehakxangel
dedicated to special people in our life called "FRIENDS"

When my world seems to whorl,troll, curl
I don't have to worry,
because my Friends put in it pearls.

Whenever I get whirl,nerve ,curve
Those silly buddies, simply smirk
and all my problems get diverged.


What should I say about te guys?
te all rock my life.
Yes,of course, I was in a right path already,
But te all came and made me steady.

I swear , no need of tears
Let's be clear,
te all are My Dear.
te never let me go speechless,breathless,hopeless
No and never, we would never be apart
as something fascinating , would eventually start.

When the light goes down,
te all come and shout.
I Amore the way te are,
te are the ones i once loved,
and I will Amore u till
the stars are still
no matter its light o dark
Because I know, te would be there for spark!!

By
Mehakdeep Kaur
posted by arcticflake
Slowly they creep up
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer

The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer

An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge

Never letting things die
untill we die!


Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?

Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?

Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders

Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and Amore and Laugh

Is this really life?
The Core Of What It Means To Be A Writer da Adam Skelter via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Spottedtail139
\\What makes us human?//

【War】

War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile 
But we beg

War is the scientist 
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan

War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so

War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon da all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world

~ Written da a Poet for the Wandering Souls
posted by mountainlion
How I Really Feel About You


I hate putting up with this act.

I can't stand it anymore.

I have to tell te how I really feel.

I don't know if te will like it

but here it goes:

I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see te again.

I hate that te think I will do anything for you

because te still think I like you.

I like someone new and I know that they

will treat me better than te ever did.

That is how I really feel about you, and I

knew that te wouldn't like it, but te know what

I DON'T CARE!
posted by Lovetreehill
On my school notebooks
On my scrivania, reception and on the trees
On the sands of snow
I write your name

On the pages I have read
On all the white pages
Stone, blood, paper o ash
I write your name

On the immagini of gold
On the weapons of the warriors
On the crown of the king
I write your name

On the jungle and the desert
On the nest and on the brier
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name

On all my scarves of blue
On the moist sunlit swamps
On the living lake of moonlight
I write your name

On the fields, on the horizon
On the birds’ wings
And on the mill of shadows
I write your name

On each whiff of daybreak
On the sea, on...
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added by laceenichole
posted by tayandkris4evr
Now now. Don't be offended. Don't take this seriouslly. If te don't like this poem just sposta on. :) Enjoy.
__________________________________________________

Stupid girls


I don’t understand you.

Why do te constantly check the mirror?

Why do te constantly flaunt your body?

Why do te constantly throw your future away?


I don’t understand you.

Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down

Is that appealing?

Stuffing, smacking, bending.

What a life.


te live for attention. te live to view. te live to be viewed.


Now I know why the guys go for you.

You’re easy.

You’re trashy.

te can be thrown away.


Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…

I don’t understand…
posted by arcticflake
Humanity
Disturbed, warped, some would say insane

Rotting fading some would say dying

Where is humanity? People killing friends
Suicide, homicide, murder: First digree, secondo digree, Third digree

What does it all mean?

Painfull death: Shooting Stabbing hanging

Where has all the Amore gone

Living to be killed: Hitmen, dealers, thieves

Your roommate's a killer? te went camping on Friday the 13th?
These meaningless lies & rumors pass da undetected, Yet have the most profound affect on our lives

We live in a human world filled with savage beast

Violent beatings, drunken fights as we struggle with humanity gone astray

Being sucked into the endlesss black abyse

Screaming into deaf ears
Begging for risposte from the silent

Slowly fading dying losing all humanity

Now I stand here asking, pleading for answers, what happened?
posted by juicyjossy9
John Keats

(1795–1821)


Soon the assembly, in a cerchio rang’d,
Stood silent round the shrine: each look was chang’d
To sudden veneration: women meek
Beckon’d their sons to silence; while each cheek
Of virgin bloom paled gently for slight fear.
Endymion too, without a forest peer,
Stood, wan, and pale, and with an awed face,
Among his brothers of the mountain chase.
In midst of all, the venerable priest
Eyed them with joy from greatest to the least,
And, after lifting up his aged hands,
Thus spake he: “Men of Latmos! shepherd bands!
Whose care it is to guard a thousand flocks:
Whether descended from...
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posted by juicyjossy9
Le Printemps doucement avait poussé la porte
D'une saison nouvelle ouverte au grand bonheur
Dans le creux d'un rocher, toute frêle mais forte
Sous la tiédeur du vent naquit une fleur

Dans l'air pur du matin balayé par la brise
Sa tige gracieuse et ses pétales d'or
S'élevèrent gaiement comme une belle frise
Nous offrant avec éclat les charmes d'un trésor

Et puis elle grandit, de jour en jour plus belle
Exhalant sa beauté que seules dans le grand vent
Mouettes et alouettes, passant à tire d'aile
Cueillaient du coin de l'oeil comme un beau diamant

Un jour, je verrai la fleur, symbole de tendresse
La corolle penchée au souffle du printemps
Je voudrai la cueillir et goûter encore sa caresse
Mais le vent l'emportera sur les ailes du temps


jj9/1983
added by Lovetreehill
Source: Sylvie
added by irena83
posted by Me_is_awsome
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it.

Everybody was sure Somebody would do it.

Anybody could have done it but Nobody did.

Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.

Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realized that Everybody would not do it.

It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when actually Nobody asked Anybody

-- Confused? te should be, Now I want te to read this again But Read this first: "There were four people - Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody."
*reading it out loud makes it all the più fun :)
posted by irena83
This whisper is silent,
and yet, so loud to your ears.


In the imagination of your thoughts
te feel the magic as if it's real,
and yet it's part of your life.


People shall judge.
People shall remember.
These mistakes you've made
shall label te for the rest of your life.
People shall judge.


And this whisper is too loud,
it never goes away.
The whipping body can not
be repaired,
'cause people always judge.


Hypocrisy of the society
shall always be present,
thus their sight shall never see
the failures they made.
But people shall judge.
People shall laugh.


Forgive your past,
forgive yourself,
forgive me
and I shall forgive you.
I'll find te on the sanctuary
of our own,
forgive your past,
although people shall judge.
posted by LaDispute
TW: self-harm

The Irish Dancer

Her arms are as still as her feet are alive

As she dances across the stage in her pale rosa costume.

For all the times she swears she wants to die

And tells me that The Virgin Suicides is her preferito film

When she dances I know she forgets

About the scars on her stomach. I think it’s funny

How the sequins mask their meaning –

Hiding darkness with reflected stage lights

And fooling her parents into believing

She’s always as happy as she is right now –

Even though the night before Worlds last March

She called me crying in the middle of the night

Because she couldn't...
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posted by irena83
Sitting in her room,
listening her preferito song
over and over again...

Her head is full of thoughts.
She won't share with anybody but paper...

She's alone,
no matter if
there's somebody around.
She's alone
with her thoughts,
trying to get away,
to suppress the dark side
of her soul,
to kill every dark thought
that travels through her mind...

And remember,
dream is just a fantasy,
te won't escape from your fear,
te won't find your cure
dreaming of better days...

And she cries
only when she's alone,
so nobody can hear,
and she prays for the giorno
when the Sun will shine again,
the giorno when
she will feel the joy of life,
the purpose will be bright...
posted by SRitchieable
Here is a beautiful poem that age doth not weary:

(by P.B Shelley)

I weep for Adonais - he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,
And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me
"Died Adonais; till the Future dares
"Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be
"An echo and a light unto eternity..!"

Thy spirit's sister, the lorn nightingale
Mourns not her mate with such melodious pain:
Not so the eagle, who like thee could scale
Heaven, and could nourish in the...
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posted by irena83
In memories of your life
you've died so many times.
Memories of distant days
memories of unseen dreams.

You've died
you've died inside.

Inside of your silence,
your voice screams with
painful sorrow.
Memories of your distant life
and you'll fade inside.

In cerca of light,
your eyes see nothing
but the agony of your screaming
tone that never stops bitting you.

You're all alone
in this fog,
living of the memories
of the life that is distant
to your sight.

Crashed and bitter
te die along with
dreams that are never going
to be seen.
posted by zutaradragon
hope, for me, is a place uncharted
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
Frozen my very soul.

my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.

the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my cuore is numb.

and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my cuore can not ache,
nor can it brake.

the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?

why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?

so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope te understand...
posted by pinkmayhem6
Hole In My Soul
by
Jeremy Gould



The sun rose up with me today
and I can't help feeling this way
but every giorno brings me down
and there's stillness all around
I've got to get away from the pain
so I try a stroll down memory lane

Yep, I still remember you
How could I forget?
te thought I'd Lost you, I bet

But te were the first
The first to hold me tight
The first to baciare me goodnight

Now there's nothing left
but this hole in my soul
that reminds me of what I've lost
Somehow I've got to replace
the emptiness that once was full
But what price do I pay, what cost?

The loneliness surrounding me
leaves me feeling less valuable
da the hour, da the minute
my livelihood slowly slips
As I watch it float away
I don't even try to stop it

I can't replace what you've done
so there's one solution, only one
I have to let te go
But there's one thing te should know

No matter where te are
No matter what te do
I'll always have this hole in my soul
to help remind me of you