emerald - Hello Poetry

Tossed my own good fortune To a lady dressed in gems She gave me a melody Filling my heart again I went to the park next spring Found a boy in blue He swore to his life he'd have me Days changed it's hue I dance with him through the wet streets Our Footsteps echoing out to the moon We giggle in covers till sunrise Raveling our manmade cocoon The World was spinning through axels Ours never moved We felt like a ship in a bottle Silently , displayed in a child's room I went to the park next spring Found my boy in blue The life he swore for me Was given to someone new I tossed my own good fortune To a lady dressed in gems She tossed it back to me Saying , "Alone. love will love again"

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Jun 27, 2016

Jun 27, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC

Lady dressed in gems

Tossed my own good fortune To a lady dressed in gems She gave me a melody Filling my heart again I went to the park next spring Found a boy in blue He swore to his life he'd have me Days changed it's hue I dance with him through the wet streets Our Footsteps echoing out to the moon We giggle in covers till sunrise Raveling our manmade cocoon The World was spinning through axels Ours never moved We felt like a ship in a bottle Silently , displayed in a child's room I went to the park next spring Found my boy in blue The life he swore for me Was given to someone new I tossed my own good fortune To a lady dressed in gems She tossed it back to me Saying , "Alone. love will love again"

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tell me my dear darkness where does the light touch my eyes? have the leaves fallen before you leaving silence in my mind i ask you with heated thunder reading riddles in the sky where did all my yellow dreams fly you sang to me my darling with words so healthy in each stride stirring up the fog with your feathers smooth as tides i hung for you on branches while my leaves grew crisp and dry where did all my yellow dreams fly i would questioned every wind that stroked the ghost of our days when we laid in yellow fields our hair tangled together like hay now i whisper to those fields the ones that shimmered with us, like gold Where did all my yellow dreams fly i called you my lover for that's what was said you promised me no sunrise could feel brighter then your light in my head but now we wait across lakes till dawn kissed our eyes i asked you my friend where do all our yellow dreams fly

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Sep 2, 2013

Sep 2, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC

yellow dreams

tell me my dear darkness where does the light touch my eyes? have the leaves fallen before you leaving silence in my mind i ask you with heated thunder reading riddles in the sky where did all my yellow dreams fly you sang to me my darling with words so healthy in each stride stirring up the fog with your feathers smooth as tides i hung for you on branches while my leaves grew crisp and dry where did all my yellow dreams fly i would questioned every wind that stroked the ghost of our days when we laid in yellow fields our hair tangled together like hay now i whisper to those fields the ones that shimmered with us, like gold Where did all my yellow dreams fly i called you my lover for that's what was said you promised me no sunrise could feel brighter then your light in my head but now we wait across lakes till dawn kissed our eyes i asked you my friend where do all our yellow dreams fly

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stubbed knees and school yard loyalty when a cardboard box was a castle, under trees we played all day till the stars sung our names i looked to you through the cut out doors traced in blue you said we can run away in suede suitcases filled with tubes if you knew the game why did you push those needles through i always could of loved you more but how did you run alone through our castle door hopped those speeding trains fled to abandoned planes and you filled those strangers beds just to feel that lift i was your younger self i believed in nothing more leave the artists alone with their dreams all those hurtful days will become their masterpiece but I'm a single wing a monarchs arm that rests on the peek of our castles farm you left me alone out here with big shoes to fill wearing my daisy dress bleached with our mothers tears i always thought you had it good you where the silhouette of my shadows dream but in the end of this threaded world i sit on a bench filled with city birds and i look past the cracks of our castle doors to see my loneliness apart from your beaten war.

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Jul 21, 2013

Jul 21, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC

cardboard castle

stubbed knees and school yard loyalty when a cardboard box was a castle, under trees we played all day till the stars sung our names i looked to you through the cut out doors traced in blue you said we can run away in suede suitcases filled with tubes if you knew the game why did you push those needles through i always could of loved you more but how did you run alone through our castle door hopped those speeding trains fled to abandoned planes and you filled those strangers beds just to feel that lift i was your younger self i believed in nothing more leave the artists alone with their dreams all those hurtful days will become their masterpiece but I'm a single wing a monarchs arm that rests on the peek of our castles farm you left me alone out here with big shoes to fill wearing my daisy dress bleached with our mothers tears i always thought you had it good you where the silhouette of my shadows dream but in the end of this threaded world i sit on a bench filled with city birds and i look past the cracks of our castle doors to see my loneliness apart from your beaten war.

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Light shines off rivers flowing through, every space I had That was filled with you Soft and simple crys make a stain, Or find a dream. If I was the one, maybe I could know the game And the silence boils while the night is on fire. I patiently wait like a bird on a wire. our dreams are made of fear while sleep surrounds us. Tunnels changing lanes Summarize a kid’s pain inside a school bus. Summer fall, October ends, Shadows, odds and ends, Winter won't pretend. I know I'll see all again The wind blows you over me, Catching teardrops in the leaves. still every night I feel you breathe. And the tension boils like sailors close to home, Time is black, but you’ll want to be alone. Fate does tempt itself a game of cat and mouse, It soon will find us. And anything we need, God knows the devil could precede In denying us.

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May 28, 2013

May 28, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC

school bus

Light shines off rivers flowing through, every space I had That was filled with you Soft and simple crys make a stain, Or find a dream. If I was the one, maybe I could know the game And the silence boils while the night is on fire. I patiently wait like a bird on a wire. our dreams are made of fear while sleep surrounds us. Tunnels changing lanes Summarize a kid’s pain inside a school bus. Summer fall, October ends, Shadows, odds and ends, Winter won't pretend. I know I'll see all again The wind blows you over me, Catching teardrops in the leaves. still every night I feel you breathe. And the tension boils like sailors close to home, Time is black, but you’ll want to be alone. Fate does tempt itself a game of cat and mouse, It soon will find us. And anything we need, God knows the devil could precede In denying us.

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Dreamer dreamer on the wall Give me dreams that will make me crawl ones that hold all of the night one filled with delighten fright Dreamer dreamer on the wall Give me your thoughts Big or small I want to dwell in dusted drawers The ones that have been opened once, now no more Dreamer dreamer on the wall Give me my lover whom stood by me so tall Help me collect our ashes that flew let us leave our rotten memories for the fresh morning dew Dreamer dreamer on the wall Tell us your ways not to fall Whisper the grooves on paths we must bend Will our minds find galaxies we can comprehend? Dreamer dreamer on the wall Can evil be a portrait for anyones hall do we learn darkness by loosing the light Or does it come from the lonesomes bitter fight? Dreamer dreamer on the wall Oh my dreamer are you there at all?

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Apr 22, 2013

Apr 22, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC

To: Dreamer dreamer

Dreamer dreamer on the wall Give me dreams that will make me crawl ones that hold all of the night one filled with delighten fright Dreamer dreamer on the wall Give me your thoughts Big or small I want to dwell in dusted drawers The ones that have been opened once, now no more Dreamer dreamer on the wall Give me my lover whom stood by me so tall Help me collect our ashes that flew let us leave our rotten memories for the fresh morning dew Dreamer dreamer on the wall Tell us your ways not to fall Whisper the grooves on paths we must bend Will our minds find galaxies we can comprehend? Dreamer dreamer on the wall Can evil be a portrait for anyones hall do we learn darkness by loosing the light Or does it come from the lonesomes bitter fight? Dreamer dreamer on the wall Oh my dreamer are you there at all?

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they fall into slumbers under mossy lumber as we walk with the sun when the moon bounces on hills and the wheels slow down on mills that's when they stretch their limbs on cobble stone roads and homes owned by groaning toads they paint the fresh prints of tomorrows so when we rise in misty morning tides we will have a new place to go but who are these things the ones with paper mache' wings that glide for us in the night? could they be malice the one who pushes Alice down into the wonderlands of our mind or are they that saints marching with golden shaded paints to color our paths of divine no one will know for they mingle with just the crows to us they are simply the silent ones.

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Mar 26, 2013

Mar 26, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC

Simply The Silent Ones

they fall into slumbers under mossy lumber as we walk with the sun when the moon bounces on hills and the wheels slow down on mills that's when they stretch their limbs on cobble stone roads and homes owned by groaning toads they paint the fresh prints of tomorrows so when we rise in misty morning tides we will have a new place to go but who are these things the ones with paper mache' wings that glide for us in the night? could they be malice the one who pushes Alice down into the wonderlands of our mind or are they that saints marching with golden shaded paints to color our paths of divine no one will know for they mingle with just the crows to us they are simply the silent ones.

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trees frowned on both sides of the waterway aimlessly i float with the river bends drifting farther from the name i owned yesterday closer i am to the red lands leaving behind the comfort of grass replacing my scent with dry sand a place for no buildings or cars to the red lands vaster then forests and countrysides combine where foot prints of exiles have been blown away to the majestically terrible,heated winds. i sing only to the red lands a place where i can put away my desires and the constant searching for truth for all that lies here are abstract dunes and endless horizons to the red lands i come here to escape the history of man let my loved ones find me if they can they can not buy my respect with porcelain plates to the red lands i can run bare screaming to nothing, but leaving something in the air i am free i am dancing with reality to the red lands

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Mar 20, 2013

Mar 20, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC

To The Red Lands

trees frowned on both sides of the waterway aimlessly i float with the river bends drifting farther from the name i owned yesterday closer i am to the red lands leaving behind the comfort of grass replacing my scent with dry sand a place for no buildings or cars to the red lands vaster then forests and countrysides combine where foot prints of exiles have been blown away to the majestically terrible,heated winds. i sing only to the red lands a place where i can put away my desires and the constant searching for truth for all that lies here are abstract dunes and endless horizons to the red lands i come here to escape the history of man let my loved ones find me if they can they can not buy my respect with porcelain plates to the red lands i can run bare screaming to nothing, but leaving something in the air i am free i am dancing with reality to the red lands

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i met a man who answer "i dont know" when watching rerun tapes of his love kissing under mistletoe surrogate the times being drunk at home petrified as if he became a ghost cause these days find us when we track down truth not the processed kind capitalized behind a golden tooth i mean the genuine taste of something real Things untouched, kissed and sealed oh in this world its too pure to find one who holds such a beautiful mind with schizophrenic intellect words, colors and space combined all would then been seen clearly When i met this man who answered "i don't know" He was suiting up for his daily show staring at the screen wishing it was real pressing play whispering "We meet again my needle in a hey" But as the tape rolls to an end Reality never seems to bend So instead of searching for somthing real He waits till his love rewinds backwards on a wheel.

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Feb 14, 2013

Feb 14, 2013 at 9:31 AM UTC

Needle in the hey

i met a man who answer "i dont know" when watching rerun tapes of his love kissing under mistletoe surrogate the times being drunk at home petrified as if he became a ghost cause these days find us when we track down truth not the processed kind capitalized behind a golden tooth i mean the genuine taste of something real Things untouched, kissed and sealed oh in this world its too pure to find one who holds such a beautiful mind with schizophrenic intellect words, colors and space combined all would then been seen clearly When i met this man who answered "i don't know" He was suiting up for his daily show staring at the screen wishing it was real pressing play whispering "We meet again my needle in a hey" But as the tape rolls to an end Reality never seems to bend So instead of searching for somthing real He waits till his love rewinds backwards on a wheel.

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mornings ice feels fresh from nights grubby paws walking through a place where i don't feel lost leaves sowed on humble branches brushes through my hair apples float in the simplest form we take our breaks from the depth of others eyes as they stare with pandemic ideas so frightening makes the ground swallow you past your knees second breath you take a sticky melody collection of black-lights guides a taxidermist towards your heart only can you write yourself out with occult-ed stories about space and time but still its all hieroglyphics to that diamond cut monster his malice screams make your ears reach for fairest of volumes crawling for that exit the one you painted as a child scenery of leaves and apple trees you shut your eyes and all has stopped your nerves start to float your mind cradles sanity but still that voice lingers the voice of complexity

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Feb 11, 2013

Feb 11, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC

voice of complexity

mornings ice feels fresh from nights grubby paws walking through a place where i don't feel lost leaves sowed on humble branches brushes through my hair apples float in the simplest form we take our breaks from the depth of others eyes as they stare with pandemic ideas so frightening makes the ground swallow you past your knees second breath you take a sticky melody collection of black-lights guides a taxidermist towards your heart only can you write yourself out with occult-ed stories about space and time but still its all hieroglyphics to that diamond cut monster his malice screams make your ears reach for fairest of volumes crawling for that exit the one you painted as a child scenery of leaves and apple trees you shut your eyes and all has stopped your nerves start to float your mind cradles sanity but still that voice lingers the voice of complexity

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manufactured walls Crafted by power tripped minds isolate earthly gardens any life to feel like an outsider vehicles fit for five clutter a neighborhoods gutter yet streets stay soundproof. Its filled by the nights air while i sit under freckled sky's Gazing the Old stars They consulates living proof of how loneliness must be an illusion, for we have more then enough hands to hold. its a snake eyes roll to keep warm without a friends smile its a mine of fools gold to bury all collected connections. remedy your mistakes by listening to the wise presching under hair white as doves they've felt the loud trembles of the earth. But still i walk through beaten battlefields some say angels help us fly through double-decor destruction i just think there's no where else to go. do we just sit to watch all the colors, grooves and shapes collide? constantly we fight for a righteous breath just to end up in the same place We are awarded by victorious lies but still i look upon all the trees sprouting from the earths core branches of solitude idea-less leaves and ask myself how can the simplest thing grant life to the dieing eyes.

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Dec 26, 2012

Dec 26, 2012 at 2:15 PM UTC

Fools Gold

manufactured walls Crafted by power tripped minds isolate earthly gardens any life to feel like an outsider vehicles fit for five clutter a neighborhoods gutter yet streets stay soundproof. Its filled by the nights air while i sit under freckled sky's Gazing the Old stars They consulates living proof of how loneliness must be an illusion, for we have more then enough hands to hold. its a snake eyes roll to keep warm without a friends smile its a mine of fools gold to bury all collected connections. remedy your mistakes by listening to the wise presching under hair white as doves they've felt the loud trembles of the earth. But still i walk through beaten battlefields some say angels help us fly through double-decor destruction i just think there's no where else to go. do we just sit to watch all the colors, grooves and shapes collide? constantly we fight for a righteous breath just to end up in the same place We are awarded by victorious lies but still i look upon all the trees sprouting from the earths core branches of solitude idea-less leaves and ask myself how can the simplest thing grant life to the dieing eyes.

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