Sharlie
Sep 17, 2013

I've only stopped talking for half an hour.
Already relief from this sour
drone of noise.

The early morning hours are so quite
Kaila George

The early morning hours are so quite

As I look at the wonderful streaks of rays

Slowly glimmer from the dawn

Then one by one the birds start to chirp

A melody of delight as they greet the brand new day

The soft breeze caresses my cheeks as I great the morning light

The soft pastel pinks that mix with natures blissful greens

As the sun shines down upon my face

So peaceful and quite...its going to be a wonderful day

Hope yours is...smiles

Natalie Wood
Natalie Wood
Dec 16, 2012

The sound of silence can drive me insane?
Make my brain
forget my name?
The sound of nothing can make me mad
wish I had?
forgetting the sad
The sound of dark can make me despise
all the cries
the wounderings why?

2013 © Natalie Wood

I love the way you think you do no wrong
How you believe you are above the fray
Looking down your nose ready to stab, belittle, ridicule,
Always dressed to the tee, always perfect.
Perfect perfect perfect.
Perfect clothes perfect makeup perfect conversationalist and perfect
charm, if it suits you at that moment.
Yeah you
Perfect bitch!

A product of office rivalry and jealousy.
Quite empty, quite at rest,
Emily Dickinson

1606

Quite empty, quite at rest,
The Robin locks her Nest, and tries her Wings.
She does not know a Route
But puts her Craft about
For rumored Springs—
She does not ask for Noon—
She does not ask for Boon,
Crumbless and homeless, of but one request—
The Birds she lost—

Jess Brady
Jess Brady
Jun 3, 2013

If I count your scars
and hold you tight,
maybe your problems
will disappear for the night.

is quite meek
Louise
Louise
Oct 21, 2011

Tear drops on a dirty face
Mascara flowing down her cheek
Legs have gone weak

The element of surprise
is quite meek

*Well not quite*
Emily Pidduck
Emily Pidduck
Dec 25, 2013      Dec 26, 2013

Well not quite

I can say to anything
But there are still dreams
And sealed hope

Broken wings
Are only clipped
But...
They seem beautiful
As if they are holding onto the magic -
Mystery children know first,
And adults thirst for
At four
When the days isn't done
Or about to come

The moon is stuck in between
Holding the spell for freedom

Our wings struggle
Because we want more
Only,

Not quite sure
What that is yet

I struggled so hard to write this, and I hope it works, but it's supposed to be readable both forwards and backwards  the normal reading is supposed to be thoughtful, and the backwards on the side of hopeless
Is quite enough
Caroline Little
Jul 16, 2010

I fear my sense
Of right and wrong
Are skewed beyond
Repair.

For all I do
Is think of you
Regardless of if you're
There.

The way your body
Knows my own and
Matches it with
Heat.

Is quite enough
To make it tough
To focus or to
Speak.

Ezra Dahlgren
Ezra Dahlgren
Oct 2, 2013

I may have
found a new person

A new person
who may be my
gateway to

starting over

 
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