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posted by irena83
Silent night
in riots of my pure love,
longing
grows in me.
Blaze of passion
burns intensively,
sleepy eyes crave for sleep
filled with the deepest
secrets of my body.


Your lips so close
to mine
make me feel so
silly
and confused,
my turbulent heart
wants you
like it never wanted
someone before.


Soft fingers
glide on my burning skin,
make me feel so
sleepy.
Desires are no longer locked,
so I know that I'm already
yours.


Can't stop
baciare you,
can't imagine
my life without you.
Your hands in
my hair calm my soul
entirely,
make me feel
so happy
in this pure love.


And while I'm dreaming
of you,
I don't know,
I can't see
that the storm is coming.
The storm
of your feelings,
those feelings that
don't belong to me.


And I'm sad,
oh I'm so lost
in memories of our love.
But it fades,
oh it all fades in your heart,
while it still burns in mine,
the storm is still strong.


I don't even see the betrayal,
I still dream of you,
oh I still want you,
I long to melt in your
embrace,
I want to feel you
just this once,
oh how bad I miss you.


You've been giving me
nothing but
the dream,
te have taken away everything
from me,
the stone-cold eyes
now I see.
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Source: S. Ritchie (montage)
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posted by irena83
Nameless fear
Penetrates
At the core
Of my wounded heart,
Swallowing
These tears
Of my amaro decline.
I reach to touch
Your atrocity
Once again,
Feeding this nameless fear
That pervade my weakened body;
Elaborating agitation
As intense as
Masochistic orgasm;
Pulling me down
Into my deepest despair,
With those eyes of pure lust
te make me kneel
Before ominous desires of thine,
Lurking this prey
Before your very eyes,
Penetrating
As gentle as
Incoming dawn;
Burning at my torrid skin,
te would Amore to
Tear me open,
Leaving me down
With my bleeding heart,
te walk away
For aye vile.
posted by oth_is_love
This is a poem that i wrote. I was bored and tired of being treated different just 'cause i like being myself and not someone else. Anyways heres it is:


just because i look away,
doesn't mean i don't care
just because te don't see me crying,
doesn't mean i'm heartless.
just because i'm usual alone
doesn't mean i'm lonely.

i look away when something i see bothers me.
i cry when i'm alone,its not a weakness but what makes me strong
i'm alone when i don't want to be like you.

just because i dress different
doesn't mean i'm completely different from you
just because i act strange sometimes
doesn't mean i crave attention

i dress different to be unique,
i act strange to not fit in.

just because i dress different, sit and cry alone, and acts strange
does it mean im not like you?
no it just means i don't want to be perfect,
i don't want to be, what te call 'normal'
it means that i'd rather be an individual.
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posted by r260897
No più ques 4 u my lips would be sealed forever
Sooner o later I’ll die n leave u alone
I never thought m nt ur frnd m jst a trash
A material 4 u 2 play n throw away
M just a pet whm u kick bt still it licks
i never knew m jst a doll 2 play wid emotions
u promised 2 protect me bt now m afraid of u
my hands shiver whn I type 2 text u
coz m afraid of ur rply
m afraid my hrt woud brk again coz I knw its fragile
I feel sry 4 those tears wich cme 4m my pierced hrt whn u spoke harsh
They fell 4 wrong thing
Thx for nt being cls 2 me o else I’d hv cried hard
Lyk whn lastri died n whn jerelyn died
I didn’ want 2 b ms attitude 2 u
Wasn’ it lyk taming of shru
I promise u lastri I promise u jer successivo tym I won’t cry
Jst cumin 2 ya guyzno longer I wish 2 lv I jst wanna die
Tc, hope we’ll meet again o else gud bye..:( 
posted by bookworm103
I walk along the sidewalk and look about my self

across the rushing strada, via I see her

THE GIRL WITH THE YELLOW SCARF

she wraps her scarf around her face to shut out the world

she thinks that the world will take her and break her to pieces if she does not hide

so every giorno she hides behind her yellow scarf to keep out the evil

and the good that she does not dare hope to see

weeks pass and months too

and still she cowers behind her yellow scarf

not daring to see good fearing to see evil

until one giorno as I walk along the sidewalk again

and I see it that sick yellow scarf refusing to see evil blind to good...
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posted by juicyjossy9
Given
and
denied


Which way to the fontana of my youth I wonder
Which way to the years I've let go by
Let a thirsty man drink in its memories
while the water still flows sweet and crystal clear
For yesteryear

Oh to see the sun's eclipse
on the horizon like ships
sailing way away from here
Oh just one più time my dear
Before I'll go hear me out
Cos of this there ain't no doubt
When it's time for curtain call
Just before the shadows...

Fall like a leaf in the wind on the ocean
Of blue like your eyes in the twilight theater
With symphonies playing in the world without sound
We're dato and denied

Give me back my...
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posted by Lovetreehill
When Friendship o Love
Our sympathies move,
When Truth, in a glance, should appear,
The lips may beguile,
With a dimple o smile,
But the test of affection's a Tear

Too oft is a smile
But the hypocrite's wile,
To mask detestation, o fear,
Give me the soft sigh,
Whilst the soultelling eye
Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear

Mild Charity's glow,
To us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear,
Compassion will melt,
Where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear

The man, doom'd to sail
With the blast of the gale,
Through billows Atlantic to steer,
As he bends o'er the wave
Which may soon be...
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posted by juicyjossy9
John Keats

(1795–1821)


A THING of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting...
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posted by Persephone16
te go through life
Trying to succeed
Trying to fit in
Trying to be happy
Trying with all your cuore to get someone to Amore you
But this mostra you’re putting up
This façade you’re keeping
It’s all a game

When I look at the world
I see the hunger, the poverty
The war, and the violence
Within it all
It’s hard to find the good
All what brings us joy

But then I look at the people
Who spend they’re lives
Attempting to change the world
Make it better
See all the things that life has to offer
A stella, star in the middle of a black whole

It’s at that time that I think
Maybe life is worth living
If te stay true to yourself
And all te believe in

Sure it can be hell
But you’ve got to push through
Maybe happiness isn’t all it’s told to be
But te need to keep moving forward

So didn’t give up
And neither will I
And maybe, just maybe
We’ll all see our lives
As a life worth living
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