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InvincibleThe courageous gal had a fluttering heart
Locked up in her rather crackling ribs; a cage nonetheless
It was more like flapping wings than steady beats
It was more like birdsong than dull drumming
She was free

Her dark hair swept the sky in a tangled mess
And her thin chafed wrists were painful but
She had the world to herself
She was free

She was free and nobody can deny her freedom
She was the wind, she was the birds, she was all what is free
And she would shout to the whole world around her that
She was free
Forever after
Until her heart flutters out nothing would stop her

Mad WorldI see in those proud features of yours
A lifelong sadness
Etched between the scars of childhood
And beneath the greens of your eyes

We both understand.

To smile was never an option once more
We were both out of reach
And sometimes I shed a few tears and I can tell
You see it my eyes as I see it in yours
Tucked and hidden in the silence
Of our weary breaths

I am thankful as much as you that
We are still not mad. We are sane and
It's something I would celebrate
In my own mad world.

StoriesSomewhere between your dusty pages
I lost myself for what seemed like ages
Somewhere between those little black words
I found myself another world
And along the lines you've given me
I finally set myself free
I'm not me anymore
I'm a Hobbit, a fairy. I'm Superman, I'm Thor
I'm a dwarf, I'm an elf, and I'm even a mermaid
I'm a tin man, a dragon. I'm Rapunzel with a braid
I'm what you think I am and all that you never will
I'm an ocean, I'm a desert. I'm a mountain and a hill
I'm the hero that will save you, or the villain that won't
I'm everything you want to happen or something that you don't
And when I shut your leather binds

MaAre you waking her?
Are you waking her lifeless eyes?
Is this only the longest sleep she'd ever had?
And you'll shake her shoulders till you realize
That she'll wake up no more

I bet you never imagined that yesterday
Was the last chance you ever got to kiss her good night
That yesterday was your last chance to apologize
And yesterday will never come again
Except in your mind

In your mind, yesterday would be replaying itself
Over and over and over and over and over again
And until you believe that you've captured every detail of yesterday
You'll never stop replaying it

In your mind, you can still smell the fresh baked cakes that

If I go back in timeSometimes I try to think about my lonely years
For many nights I've buried my face into
Pillows that were soaked in tears
And cried until the sun would set
I followed them;
Those whom I called friends
But I was always left out
I tried to be nice, to make amends
But I was neither a third wheel nor a fourth
Nor was I a fifth, and nor was I a sixth
In fact I was none for all what I'm worth
Oh, if only I could go back in time
And change many years I've spent on this Earth
But perhaps if I do then my words wouldn't rhyme
And perhaps if I do then I won't be able to write
Perhaps if I do I'd wear skirts that are short
And shirts that are tight
He

SurvivorOn your left cheek bone, you had a long, dark scar
That you've earned when you fought their brutal war
And five broken bones in your slender hands
That you've cracked in a fight of a few damned lands
You deny but I've seen the light limp in your knee
Twisted in a ship at the heart of the sea
You pretend it was fine just to hide your pain
But I see your tears through the thickest rain
And in silent nights I can feel your cries
Just beneath my skin. They uncover your lies
The lies that you've told of how you're doing alright
Though the soldier in you is in constant fight
In silent nights, behind your shut door
You still see your fr

Lonsome WolfI never understood the words to your songs but I cried

At your pained expression

There was grace in the pitch of your voice, a melody

Like the cries of a lonesome wolf

Away from his pack when the moon is full

You were still singing when I came back

Never stopped though the tattered hat had no coins

You were a true singer, the truest

In a world where songs were as fake as plastic bucks

And though you never said so

Those strange words were your life

And your life was composed of words,

Foreign like your weary features

Tiny CreaturesListen to the silent whispers of the willow
And the wisdom in the secrets she tells
With the young lazy leaves on her slender branches, dancing
In the arms of their stiff dark lovers
Where a blue jay had once nursed four eggs, all told
And four fresh lives were brought to earth

The willow remembered you and your girl
In the deep lover's carvings of her skin
A heart with an arrow, an A and an M
There were days when you two cuddled beneath her shade
Away from the searing glare of the sun
And days when you danced to the sweet melodies
Of your rusty radio, as old as the willow
That's why she swayed to it, and her lazy leaves smiled for a change

Your cupid arrowsDear love,
I've recently come to think
That you're trying to kill me
Before my time comes

I've began to believe
That your cupid arrows
Bear suffering to their victims
Instead of hope

It seems to me that
Your invisible chords
Are lashing at me and sometimes
I can't get away

And I often wonder why
You've given me too much to love
All at once and then taken it
Away from me before
I got to say goodbye

But I want to tell you that
I will never let you cripple me
Because I've seen it enough for me
To understand the pain that it brings

I will fight your strange shadows
And I will get out of my bed
Every morning; I will dodg

The Dream GuardianA beauty- in her own world
Roaming… a blue jay between two skies
Freedom carved in the feathers of her wings
Her name was sung and played on strings

Country folks knit stories about her
The savior of dreamers upon clouds
Rainbow paths to get them laughing
Paints and brushes in her hands

Wonder is what her colors do
Creates new music in the air
Paints the sky a brilliant blue
Daisies seem a fresher white
Weaving dreams in brighter hues

Gaze around your vivid nights
Whispering her precious myths
Incandescent, intensely bright
One violet star –the nomad, through
…our fantasies

TitanicIn the harshest winds
And we're s
I
N
K
I
N
G
But we're still friends
F L o A ti n g, Dear
Because I swore that I'll find you
I will SURVIVE
And I'll B K your chains, dear
r a
e
While the ship is S
I

In My Own AshesIn the long forgotten sands at the end of the Worlds
By the sea where the long forgotten souls swirled
Beneath the long forgotten sky of long forgotten memories,
I saw my own face, staring back and shimmering.

Standing in my own ashes, long forgotten but existing
No longer fighting and no longer resisting;
I've long forgotten every reason to be
Lost in this oh-so long forgotten memory.

Remember to forget and forget to have forgotten
All things lost, every little thing rotten,
Frozen somewhere between logic and belief
Lost somewhere outside happiness or grief.

Standing in my own ashes, though never knowing why
Never knowing how I lived, nev

you're a foolYou may be wearing fancy shoes, designer outfits and lots of makeup but beneath your
plastic beauty lies your sorrow

You may be the owner of the most precious smiles but you sometimes wish you're death comes as quickly as tomorrow

I see you every single day, crowded by your many admirers, lovers, haters and all of those you pretend to be your friends

I'm sorry for you and I don't wish to be as loved and as hated as you are because I see the crazy things it makes you do

Like the time I found you screaming alone in a room, tearing at your hair, going mad, and I swear that I don't understand

I don't get why you'd give up life when you have

Great TormentMy torment has been great indeed. With beautiful words that cut wonderfully deep. My torment has been great, so extreme. With underlying sweetness, forever out of my reach.
And he whispers "Angel", like a sweet bitter melody. I sat on the pedestal and tried not to leap.
And my world has been a mystery, I can feel you in my dreams. Your presencewouldn't leave, it's engraved in my destiny.
You grab my hands and swirl me around, in a whirlpool of wild ache. Your hard grip says you are punishing me.
My torment has been great indeed, with those large eyes, your deep despondent gaze. My torment has seized me until I am rendered senseless b

Chocolate for the lazy soulChocolate for the filthy boy, running down the street
He'll be getting more chocolate, still, after he cleans his feet

Chocolate for the widow, who wept her tired heart
She'll be getting more chocolate, still, in a homemade cocoa tart

Chocolate for the hungry child, known around as Pete
He'll be getting more chocolate, still, if he finds a bar to eat

Chocolate for the old man, so lonely with no one
He'll be getting more chocolate, still, if he ever sees his son

Chocolate for the orphan, found after six years
She'll be getting more chocolate, still, if she never disappears

Chocolate for the soldier, who gets many scars and burns
He'

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I'm the strangerThe violets danced in a field of purple, to the eerie songs of the winds. The strange, familiar sun smirked at me. Yes, I wasn't the old me anymore. All my surroundings proved it. I was sure from the searing smirk of the sun. She thought I'm weird, and weird was funny. Even the tall buildings looked down upon me, making sure that I didn't feel welcome. They were chatting arrogantly with the cotton clouds; gossiping about me, I suppose.

Where were the short little houses of my childhood? And the luscious green that used to be my playground? Where was the little tree-house that I build with my father? And where was the swing that was tied to

To the child in WarYou've lost your home, and lost your people

You stand alone, in grim disaster

Your house destroyed, forever after

Your parents gone just like your laughter

Remember when you played there, my child?

Pretending as if you're a dancer?

Remember when your little friend came by?

And raced to see if he was faster?

And then you beat him at the race

And laughed at him and made a face

But now, my child there's no such place

For it was wrecked by airplanes

That rained explosives and grenades

I swear my child, I'll wipe those tears

Someday when I have lost my fears

The fears that you have never had

Your little heart, never learned to fear

TreasuredOceans were created

Out of lovers tears

Where they dwelled for days;

An endless lament,

Eating up their hearts like

Decay.

Calypso –

When you came upon

Her flowered islands and you left her

Like the millions who have deserted her

Before you.

Persephone –

Isolated in the cold where

No love would reach her. Her roses died

Between her pale fingers

To be a Queen of the Underworld.

And many others of your tragic stories

Where love was the monstrous sin of your

Sorry adventures.

Dear, when sailors rode the waves they knew

They always felt the need to be the lonesome crew

They drank your victim's tears like wine and

Poems in the windsMan.
He was born of dirt and there he will return
He is afraid to die; afraid to die in a land that isn't his land

Granny used to say that we're all born of earth so what does it matter where we die?
She's in her seventies and she wouldn't travel anymore
"There's no better place than where you've grown," she says

I watch the winds blow, north or south.
Every particle in this air might have been a human once
A few billion might have walked around this very place or might have walked around china

Are we all of one place?
Does it matter where we say our final word? or breathe our last breath?

i don't know where I'll die but-
I'll feel sorrow

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Golden dream

by ~TheLaughingDreamer, Jan 17, 2013, 11:50:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Between the crack of every dawn and between me
An oath, forgotten
There were lies, unsworn. Truths, unspoken
Across the horizon lies my brittle dream, carefree
And I'm left alone, to mend the broken
It might take long for me, but I will wait
For a golden moment
Somewhere beneath the crimson autumn leaves
And silver shafts of light, you've woken
A dream so long suppressed that I'm afraid
It might be swollen
My dread will bury you between
The fabric creases that I've woven
Or scatter you away to cypress trees and never
Bring you back misshapen

Golden dreamby ~TheLaughingDreamer

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the sort of dream that is very hard to get........

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~KittykatMWuster Jan 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Amazing

~TheLaughingDreamer Jan 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so much

=realARTIZT Jan 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

"There were lies, unsworn. Truths, unspoken
Across the horizon lies my brittle dream, carefree
And I'm left alone, to mend the broken"....<3

thanks for sharing this with #SayItHere

~TheLaughingDreamer Jan 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you very much and no problem.

*sApPH1repo3t Jan 18, 2013

I love the strong imagery, good job!

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Thank you very much

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Ur welcome!

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