I take my time to read your poems,
I value the work you put:
I do this without sentiment,
I only value what is cute;

i might never meet you in person
But i have met you here:
Every moment i read your work
Is a beautiful moment we share;

I have learnt from you
Through your write-ups here:
To make out time for us,
Has proven that you care;

Thank you for your efforts
In making this place run:
Your write-ups here
Have really kept us going on;

To those of you who have encouraged me -
I remain sincerely grateful to you:
Your comments, critism, likes and reposts,
Have helped in seeing me through;

I come online always
To be sure there is nothing to miss,
And it always proved worthwhile,
And gives me an emotional bliss;

And if you are new to this place,
I was once like you:
Just continue to contribute
And let your efforts see you through;

So to all of you i mean everyone
So many to mention in one day,
May you always find rest,
Love, peace and prosperity everyday.

"We stand on the ground, to
Me it's a shelf.
We are all walking books of
Knowledge just waiting for
A new day so we can Turn The Page."

You've got the biggest smile on your face but no light in your eyes.
Your ******* are over-exposed, and you're slightly less than flesh but much more than bone.
Nobody remembers you now except in black and white,
In headlines and articles; your existence summed up in a single sobriquet.
You're the Mona Lisa of tragedy, a painting created with camera flashes,
And your nakedness is clothed in speculation and mystery.
The scandal of an era; defamation and declarations of promiscuity,
Ripping away your personality, tearing off your integrity.
Left even less than the mess your artist carved you into
After the insatiable appetites of the vultures picked your image dry.
A mere carcass where once there was a body of hopes and dreams,
Posed to perfection; you're the model everyone imagines you to be.
Beauty personified, everyone is an admirer,
Everyone wants to take credit for creating a masterpiece,
Yet there is only one person that can take credit.
Only one person responsible for transforming you
From the ordinary beauty to the extraordinary artwork.
You were transcended into eternity.
Only your artist and his methods remain secret;
A sculptor, a painter with an eye for an eye-catcher.
You're the flower that was destined for fame,
Even if your petals had to be cut up first.

Only so much
For so long.
You can only last for so long
Before it all bleeds together.

I've never been fond of
Love triangles in literature,
To me love is more of a tangled thread.
There's not much choice to it, really.

You cannot fight your heart on who you love,
You can only choose whether or not to act on it.

And sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night,
And you, laying there, resting peacefully comes into my vision.
And even when I can't feel my lungs
Because I'm breathing too quickly from the nightmares,
You being beside me is like a wave of calm
Washing over me.

And I know none of this makes sense,
I don't have enough coherent thoughts
To really write today.

Ah, the result of trying my hand
At a novel.

"There is only one way that your
Prayers can be heard.
They need to be spoken."

"Your valley's are rich with your soil, i
stand in them.
Your wind flows so freely, i breath
it in.
Your waters are wild, and cool, they
refresh, and cleans me in body, and thoughts.
You surround me with your mighty mountains, i
see them.
My eyes are now yours. I see what you imagined.
You gave me a soul, for now
i know you.
You created my knees, to allow me
to bow before you."