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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

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

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

Golden dreamBetween 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

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

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.

Death of a RebelWe sleep in peace and little know
How fearsome is the world around
The darkness in the velvet nights
Is even darker than your thoughts
And right beneath this scheme is might
A power greater than we sought
Like living love or living fear
we’ll never leave or go so near
A brutal source of all our pain
A realm repulsed by every vein
Where scars were opened
Tears were shed and blood was bled
A tired widow is now sleeping in a bed
She never knew this bed before but it is where
Her life would leave for a lasting visit to the dead
She spoke to silence her forever lasting words
“I’ll never let them break me up”, she always sai

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

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

Music is throughSoft keys give way to your feather light fingers
Paper-thin cuts rock and ivory like half-molten butter
but you
(you and the barely-there tap of your nails, the eerie clicks that do not echo but nonetheless linger)
convince it to sound like
a voluntary death, a willing surrender,
instead of mere sweet murder

Perhaps you have put this same spell over me
You’d play; I’d listen,
Sitting enchanted and near enough to see how the light breaks on your hair the same way your fingers build and break,
Create and abandon
Cherish and spurn like overstrained lovers

Your favourite was the fresh twitter of staccato notes
Mine, t

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

Like a stormHad she never driven herself to leave her home she'd
Be awake, like the midst of a storm and her legs would
Help her move throughout the storm but she's lost them

She says that her life is not consumed by loss and sorrow
That her life is not a pit of darkness. Not the way a
Passerby would think it is. She says that she'd have to
Loose a lot more than her legs to lose her life
She'd have to lose her head for that, she said
She says it's true that life can give you lemons
But that never meant it can't give you roses

She sits in a wheelchair with a beautiful smile
And her legs don’t make her who she is
And her wheelchair doesn't mak

when writers cryAwake on strong, black coffee drinks
Words on paper, liquid ink
Dreams of pen tips, future lies
Tragic stories, quotes of the wise
Nights have carved their dark, deep valleys
In the hollows of my eyes

For you see, my friend, when writers cry
There are no tears, their cheeks are dry
But ink dipped fingers, worn out wrists
Chewed up nails and bloody fists

You see, it's strange when writers cry
Their hearts are true, their words don’t lie
They mourn in silence for a few days
Of paper cuts and tear-less haze

Of coffee mugs and smoky paper
Liquid spills, and water vapor
Sorry dreams and wasted hours
Putrid smells and dying flowers

(Torn

Gentle CannibalWithout a breeze to soothe my body,
or salvage a mind
from the dripping tide of cicadas,

the midnight of summer begins to
lift its mantle from where you crouch,
and comes to honor me.

My gentle cannibal,
with eyes of hemorrhaging iris,
the jaundice of your nakedness,

translucent from the moon rings
ghosting overhead,
your lips pulled as if in pain.

The fever of your touch traces
every rung of dappled trellis
from the faux shadings of a lunar day.

Give me my sweet plunder of ripe figs
as you bend me like a bow that will snap,
or have you already bitten me to the bone.

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When death is all around

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When death is all around
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I hear my mother's cries blurred in chaos
And I'm shaking with hope
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Wasn't she just there?

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by ~TheLaughingDreamer, Jan 13, 2013, 12:02:29 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Somewhere 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
I'll hide you where nobody finds
And dream about you in my sleep
I'll count your pages instead of sheep
And when I wake up I will write
All the memories in your light
A poem that will set you free
A secret just for you and me

Storiesby ~TheLaughingDreamer

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

this is a poem about what stories give us. i think that stories are beuatiful because they allow us to reach the extent of our imagination. they let us get out of our misery to reach for hope. i hope you like it and enjoy