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UntitledSomewhere in the forest
A wolf cries to the moon
So I begin to ponder
Alone here in my room
As to what the wolf is after
When it calls out to the moon
I think I thought of something
But I fell asleep too soon.

it only lasts a little whileat the bottom
there is
love
little hands
dissolving themselves

in the desperate
sunlight & waves
cut by ships
and continents

open
suspended
trembling as the water
passes through

hollow bodies restless
& agile
waiting for the sun

We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the broken
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.

We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.

We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.

We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.

We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.

Divided Against A Blackened SkyDivided against a blackened sky,
No idea where my loyalties lie;
I've been outcast by the people I knew:
I can't find anyone who will stand true.
I fought beside them for so long
I don't know where I went wrong
Now I'm left here alone
Never have I been so far from home.
Walking by myself in the dark
My soul is tearing apart.
Feeling longing for what I lack
But I know I can never go back
Even as the darkness closes in,
This is where I'm supposed to begin
I cannot live, yet I will not die
For I'm divided against a blackened Sky.

Sonnet 3This smile has not been real for quite some time,
But this shroud of sadness has been lifted.
The breaking of one's heart should be a crime.
The reason behind my smile has shifted.

The pain a person can cause is shocking,
I used to think mine was unbearable.
Others' happiness seemed to be mocking
no previous pain was comparable

Time seemed to be my only remedy
Days, weeks, months, and years have all passed me by.
I met a friend, you, that all do envy.
That day I was healed, the day you said "hi"

I am feeling better, it must be true,
the happiness I have is thanks to you.

Story of My Life (abridged)One tall mountain, no easy climb.

If only You'd say yes.You want to know how i feel,
but im in fear of what you would say.
Telling you plainly "i love you",
Is not enough to make you stay

So the reasons that i love you...
is it your smile? Is it your laugh?
is it the fact that i can tell you anything,
and know that you'll always have my back?

Is it because you're like one of the guys?
Never afraid to make fun of us back.
But still showing that you are a lady
that is gentle and with feelings intact.

Just the feeling of seeing you next to me,
is enough to make my heart race.
It would stop at the sound of your voice,
but wont settle for less than first place.

You tell me that you aren't perfect,

1.I was born a tree.
I understand, I say.
This is not at issue.
But it is. A tree,
long-limbed and twisted,
but a tree, yes.
I remember:
I was ripped from bark to leaf;
I cut off my own roots.
I am not the first to do so.
There was need of it,

Trickle DownUnknown amidst the chasm,
Obscure over the gorge,
Life is a phantasm
Which early mind did forge.

Old eyes see what is fading,
Young limbs see what is lame;
What wealth is wisdom trading?
One's days are all the same.

Trickle down O little one,
Trickle down O Lord!
The drop, the wave, the surging sea
From eternity to eternity!

It begins, it begins ending;
The journey across the vale,
All are born merely spending
The chapters of this tale.

He looks ahead in despair,
She leers abaft in sorrow;
Absent the second's airy lair
Between bygones and tomorrow.

Trickle down O little one,
Trickle down O Lord!
The drop, the wave, the surging sea
From

Rear View MirrorThinking back, I imagine all my friends
Each going off to their own means or their ends
It makes me wonder where everyone goes
Because through the rearview mirror, it never shows

I sit here alone, trying to see
What I can make out through this melancholic reverie
Although this rain is too heavy and this fog is too thick
I will make the past stay; it will finally stick

To remember the past is all I’ll allow
And a light in a mirror is all I can see now
In the reflection, there stands a solemn silhouette
I know that in introspection, this is all we will really get

As I watch the lonely outline as it starts to wave goodbye
The strength

EmilyI've read words about you
I have read your creations
A little blood red book, your inspiration
I only wish to be isolated like you
And see the way you did
You shine white with no eyes

MehI need to try so hard just to have fun.
Faults and embarrassment weigh a ton.
What will I leave when I am done?
Is life really worth it, in the long run?

~Shiny

ScarsStanding in the shower
Skin turning redder

I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins

Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight

The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me

I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?

Letter to a TigerAmur Tiger, wild majesty,
Savage beast of the northern frost,
Dweller of Siberian ice,
Of woodlands blanketed with snow,
A hunter in the deepest of night,
My weakness is as clear to you
As the cold to a naked man.
There is no mask that I could wear
That would hide my face from your sight
Or shield my pain from your knowledge.
Each ounce of strength you display,
Whether in the midst of the hunt
Or defending your dominion,
Makes the sting of my helplessness
Ever more baneful to my heart.
As I watch your stripes vanish
Into the Siberian night
All that lingers in this cold place
Is the weakness yet to behealed
And the envy I feel for you.

Through an Absent Set of EyesThey perturb me now; night and day.
Pushing and pulling their endless tide
Made of light and shadow, they are no longer,
At least to me. Through my eyes, I see only not
What is there. Infinitely finite in a quiet summation
Of nothing. Purely nothing. It horrifies me.
It fascinates me.

My sleep breeds terrifying colors, even though
My sight is gone. Images and memories of a land,
A sight, a suffering man who was there all but a week ago.
A sufferer who was fighting against a demon that
Was destined to consume all. A monster that was none
Other than himself. The thought that he was what was destroying
Everything he knew, he couldn’t ha

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A single rain dropAs lightning strikes before my eye
I cannot bring myself to cry
But I am given one last drop
Before I tell myself to stop.
This one last drop became so dear
I can’t forsake it as a tear;
Instead, I’ll keep it near my heart
And maybe shed it when we part.
Perhaps not even then will do
For this one tear might become two
Or three or tenfold if let loose
So I will not put this tear to use.

A single rain drop would suffice
To quench this need and quench it twice.
If this one rain drop could withstand
The weight I’d bring forth as I planned,
Then maybe I could let the rain
Wash the tears I’d shed in vain;
A single rain drop

BonesBeneath the willow I did stand
for hours and hours
Until my hand
fell numb upon the withered flowers.

I felt it burning though I knew
that on cold stones
The warmth withdrew
and the cold sank deep within my bones.

These bones could shatter now or freeze,
my heart can but ignore
The wailing of these sulking trees
that I shall hear no more.

I felt the cold flow through my bones
for hours and hours
Until my groans
grew mute upon the withered flowers.

Lament of the cowardI gave up on luck, it left too much to chance;
I gave up on dreams for I dreamed of romance.
I tossed aside worries, they annoyed me too much;
I tossed aside anger for I needed no such.
I left behind feelings, they brought needless pain;
I left behind beauty, I was no longer vain.
I abandoned my hope, it brought frail security;
I abandoned my light, now I dwell in obscurity.
I forsook even empathy for it made me seem weak,
I forsook my humanity for my future was bleak.

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Wake up now, my dear old friend

by ~GatesOfMidnight, Feb 10, 2013, 11:06:28 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Wake up now, my dear old friend,
Your daily sleep has reached its end.
Embrace your worldly cares once more
And take one step outside your door;
You’ll find there, waiting for you still,
The tasks and deeds you’ve to fulfill
So do not waste another ray,
Get up, get up and start your day.
You’ll have your sleep again tonight
And when you do, you will sleep tight
But until such times are near,
Get up, wake up, today is here.

Wake up now, my dear old friendby ~GatesOfMidnight

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

I thought I'd try writing something less complicated. I had a lot of fun writing this even though it only lasted a few minutes

It could be interpreted to find some deeper meaning but it sounds just fine on its own

~ReaderOEllenW Feb 10, 2013

This makes me think of one's oun Sisu telling ones oun self that yes they can face the day they have it with in thair self to do so and depression does rule them.

~GatesOfMidnight Feb 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

That's the general idea. No matter how hard things may seem, you have to muster some strength and face your problems so you can move on

~tommyboywood Feb 10, 2013 Professional Writer

nice

~GatesOfMidnight Feb 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you

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