Moon that rests in a sky so dim,
Take my soul and wipe my teary rim.
Pull me up, to a hight so far.
That when I reach, I can touch a star,
Keep me safe, when I fear abyss;
All it takes is a loving kiss.
Let me stay, till the world is lost.
I'll leave my heart, if its the only cost.
Then when I may stand on my own two feet,
Send me off, so the next world I can meet.

Though the stars seem dim
And the sun seems cool
I will still walk with pride
And speak from my stool

I shall raise my voice
I shall speak for all
To fight for something great
For us to all stand tall

If your moon has wilted
If your eyes have dried
Stand with me
And you can say you tried

Together we will live
Together we will provide
For we will help another
And never leave ones side

This is not about
Ones pain and grief
This is about all
To support every belief

So if your stars seem dim
And your sun seems cool
Take a walk with pride
And raise your voice from your stool

In silence I weep
You bring hope and love to me
I now rest with you

Love that is seen in the smallest of moments, is what makes life livable

'and I say your beautiful, with imperfections, flaws and all'*

Was 2:32 when sun was still asleep
And the stars played with the light of the moon
It was silent withing these walls
Only the breeze outside could be heard
The only light that reached my eyes
Was that of my old phone screen
Its setting to the dimmest it could go
Your words appeared and the world the left
You and me was all that remained
It just a message with truth told from your heart and soul
But it was more then that
I read just words
But felt such embrace
Because i couldn't remebthat last time I had heard such love
That I read from you before the sun had shown..

And it was those words I heard again
Before we both said *I do

A drop of life rolls down my cheek
Towards the earth where the soil waits
A manga of hope left in its wake
Faster, faster, it's almost time
Find some love. Some shelter and hide

Through the wars, through the death
A filed of hatred, hurt and regret
Another drop down my cheek
It's music I can now hear
And yet I run but do not fear

Safety in my distant vision of smoke and dust
Over mounds that come up from the ground
Over mounds that are made not of earth...
Another drop now on my chin
Another drop to wash the sin

Within my grasp I hold a flag
It's colour brighter then the snow
Hanging from a branch I found long ago
Stuck in fear and lost death
I still hold it down when I take my breath

Booms and roars of the skies now sing
In safety of shelter I now remain
As the rain now pours from the heavens above
A drop of life I felt on my cheek
Was the first thing i remember when war ended that week

Guilt has rapped me whole
How do I explain my heart
When you hold it safe

Lay your angel rose on me
Lay it soft
Lay it free
Let all love surround both we
Let it go
Let it be
Remember all the words we shared
Remember it all
Remember it cared
Grasp all hope I gave your heart
Grasp it tight
Grasp it's art
Release all the hate that began to win
Release it now
Release it's sin
Lay your Angel rose for we
Lay it soft
Lay with me

Stand for something
Rise for love
Speak for silence
Live for people
Forgive for yourself
Dream for happiness
Laugh for desire
Believe for us

Its come again
For the clock to sound
For the voices to cheer
As a new year, comes around

i'm sorry for the way i am
for the way i speak
for the way i act
for the way i shut you out
for the way i dream of a different life
for the way i held my bag at the front door and almost ran last night
for the way i cover my mouth in the shower and late at night
for the way i scream at myself when you think i'm smiling
for the way i disappointing you
for the way i cant do a thing right
for the way i want to die
for the way i want to leave
for the way i walk
talk
breath
speak
listen
touch
feel
sound
live...

im sorry for being me...

In the night of birds silence, and in the winds that forget to show.
I enter into my chamber, awaiting for blood snow.
I breathe with not of life, but stagnate broken love.
And plead for the path to end, to take me straight above.

You see I am a bullet; a bullet within a gun.
And I'm silently waiting for the world to have some fun.
Fully loaded I am; and sadly I've become unstable.
For when the trigger is released, my shan't be enabled.

Under stress of lost life, but the weight is soon to leave.
I ask you once, to run away... Please.
Don't be caught within the firing line; don't be trapped within my fury.
Leave, stay safe; be the one to stand next to the jury.

I'm a bullet within a gun; awaiting for my release.
Waiting for the trigger to be pulled, and for the pin to **** peace.
I can not be saved my love, so run run before it's too late.
I can not be saved my love, so please don't let me become your fate...

Silent on the dusty carpet, holding my head in my hands that shake.
Twisted limbs on the floor; uncomfortable of course, but feeling like I don't deserve the luxury of comfort.
I listen to the sounds of my music merging with all my violent thoughts...
All singing along to the evil that pulses through my veins that have stained my past for to long.
The mistakes I made when innocent and young; forgotten they should be, but vivid they are.
The future a buried thought, as I try to process the words that I fling from my mind.
Alone and finally afraid...
'Why did it take me so long to feel the fear of my thoughts...?'
Its cold outside, and its cold in my heart.
Yet the world is burning, a glimpses at my fate...
I breath in deeply, trying to understand why I cry with never any tears.
'Am I broken inside...?'
Well I guess we all are a little within this world...
Final after spilling my heart into words that you are now reading, I slowly shift my back straight.
And untangle my limbs to stretch.
I still feel numb...
'I suppose it just make me appreciate the joys in life more...?'
I'm not okay I say to your eyes that read this now.
But say that I hope I will be soon.
I dust my pants and stand again.
Put my smile on, and continue on with my day...

*'I will one day be okay...'

You were stolen from this cruel world in a flash.
And I was left standing there for years.
I never took a step,
I never took a breath.
I never moved, waiting for your return.
Everyday, was like drowning; as you were my air.
I said no words, as thoughts swarmed my broken mind.
Day become night, as I waited for you.
Till I finally realised you were gone.
Ready to give up, and leave to the other world.
About to take that step through the light.
Stopped by a hand.
Stopped by a voice.
Stopped by you.
As I saw your eyes in the stars of night.
And heard your whispers in the breeze.

'Never have I left, never have you gone. Never shall the world feel wrong.'

Then I opened my eyes....
And looked up to your face...

Nothing more then a dream....

The wind was hollowing, as I passed your heart.
For the night was dim, and we were lost in the dark.

I screamed for a savoir, for your souls to remain.
But you took a final breath; letting go of all pain.

Small smile on your cracked lips; ranting once about forgotten love.
Well now your lost, and I remember you above.

I can't remember what the time was, when the moon feel to catch your shell.
I can only remember how I violently fell.

The colour that was once your ambiance glow.
Now buried under six feet of rotting snow.

Every night when the wind screams.
I wake in fear, wishing for it to all be a tortuous dream...

But never dose the haze of your blood, lift from my sight.
Never do I seem to find the clarity of the ending light.

I lost you so long ago, when we were merely just drowning in each other's love.
And not a day has gone by, when I've pleaded to meet you again, high above....

It's getting late; the sun is about to set.
The sky indicates with an explosion of orange, white, yellow within a framework of blue.
I have many thoughts that swim in the hollowness of my mind.
The things of past, present and soon to be known future.
I have been a silent petal within a meadow of flowers during the only known part of my life.
My voice, only just heard in the form of soft and violent verses.
Till now I had yet to find my tongue that held a million words.
Till now I have only understood that it shall take the years to come.
Till my concluding breath is to discover all million words.

It's getting late, and I have much to learn.
The world remains in harmonious rotation with the sun.
One single memory, to be memorialised in my brain.
The sun has almost completely sunk to the earth that I am yet to see.
As I watch its last drops of life embrace at the wax coated leaf’s.
Night is near - and along will follow day.

It's getting late, with the glow-worms of the streets awakening.
Casting an ambient light on the wings of silver moths.
Swarming for guidance that shall never lead them to a home of unity.

It's getting late, with the wheels of the bus turning beneath my aching feet.
And the rush of blinding headlights cutting the dark abyss that threatens to consume humanity.
My eyes search beyond cooling glass, for a familiar sight to be seen.
For the cluster of buildings and vines and slow moving roads to once more engrossed in my vision.
And for the scent of mud dirtied water to stimulate my nostrils once more.

It’s getting late, with the hurt for home setting in.
The barrenness of family spoiling my independency.

It’s getting late; the sun has finally set behind the foreign place I leave.
Taking its art from the wall; now vacant for an artist of the night to clam.
With my heart in motion to feel the touch of family that is situated in the small of a town far from here.
My brain sorting through many things I have locked away for long enough.

It's getting late; my life from now shall never be the same.
The present now past; the once future now present.
All the while the time of life never missing a tick nor tock.

It's getting late; and I have finally accepted the person I am.
As I travel back to my home from a short time away; to prepare for the unknown.
To try and understand the future that has been approaching for the length of my life’s thread.

It’s getting late; an artist of night has now claimed the wall, arranging stars so effortlessly to shine upon all.
And I have finally gathered an understanding about the life that is seen as myself...

The violent whispering steps of the girl that walks the moon, and swims among the stars.
Shall forever be the lullaby that sings me to my curtain closing sleep.
Before I hear my own steps echo through the abyss of the unknown universe...

This is not a poem, in sorry for that. I just wish to ask if anyone that is still on poetfreak, what has happened with it being closed as of today? Poems can be saved but it seems it's life has been taken early.

Like a mosaic window; made from discarded coloured bottles, that once held your liquor.
I am a speechless beauty; that shines in the presence of the violent sun.
I am a broken masterpiece; a unique wonder.
No one can compare to my fused edges, and incomplete complexion.
I smell of the past life, different vapors of your spirits.
But they muse together; they aspire from what used to be.
Now a sent, that blinds the hearts of all that dare to love.
For my own personality has been hand crafted from my mistakes.
Transparent I seem; with the world behind seen in colour through me.
To help realise, that there's more to life then present hues.
I have been place withing my eyes, for the world is truly to see, that I have accepted me.
And for my heart to understand; I can inspire my own mind.
Because I'm a mosaic window; something that's made with time.
For to become something wondrous, you must learn from the past.
And realise.... that your situation that seems hopeless, will not forever last...

And I sleep atop a mattress of fallen stars; dreaming of each and everyone of their failed wishes.
For I shall adamantly aspire to complete each one; before I become nothing more then a failed wish myself...

Wondrous trees fly through the doors of my dreams.
The sun is that of shining black, and the moon that of dim blue.
Birds that dive to the depths of my eyes; fishing for cast away smiles.
Boulders that walk from ear to ear; releasing a sent of sweet, pouched apricots.
Grass that grows as ****** hair for the man that is the moon.
And flowers that bloom as coral in the oceans, coloured a violet hue.
Jumping clouds, and blissful sounds.
A lonely stool; untouchable to the madness.
Gray and bland; cold and stern.
The last state of sanity found within a single stool.
This is the torrent of my mind; the chaos of my thoughts.
And this lonely stool is the last hope of finding a place to blend with society.
But it colour of gray and it's form of sternness.
Is slowly fading to the abyss I have lost.
No worries I shall fear of, once all sanity has disappeared.
For a life with individuality is the reason why we life in a world that's full of rules...

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
To feel the water vapors cleanse our skin.
Watch the world beyond the scope of rainbows, and accept that we all live in a world of sin.

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
With your hand firmly within mine.
See the moon dance with the sun; trying to understand each other's life line.

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
Become lingering memories in the minds of broken hearts.
Shedding a silent tear for your soul, falling to the ocean, creating rippling art.

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
Reaching for the stars that sing with aspiration.
Listening to their songs till the universe dissolves.
Feeling that small forgotten spark that's known as inspiration.

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
Forever to be at rest with the hate.
To watch the rain fall to those that can understand.
As we glide to our long fought for fate.

**Will you join me upon the rain clouds?...

Nothing personal my dear; I'm just a walking shadow that is lost in the light.
I wonder your soul, hoping to find what I lost a lifetime ago.
Searching for that glimmering love I once homed in my eyes.
Trying to recover that tension that used to grip the corner of my lips.

Nothing personal my dear; I'm just a leaf riding a forgotten breeze in the calm night.
Waiting for the moon to rise, casting it's love into every wound I bare.
Wondering if I could again stand with strength my own heart held.
Trying to understand the importance of a water droplet, hugging my skin.

Nothing personal my dear; I'm just an abyss found in the unknown universe.
Touching all that have recently been diagnosed with a wish.
Cleansing the souls that have become dim from my unforgiving presence.
Trying to replace all that I had once stole from the world of honesty.

Nothing personal my dear; I am hopelessly enslaved to your heart.
Serving you again and again, showing you my undying affection.
Conducting acts of romance that would melt the moon in your eyes.
Trying to showcase the importance of your breath that lingers in the clouds you sleep on.

Nothing personal my dear; I'm just trying to prevent your unearthly sprirt to stay as pure as the angel you are.
Which is why I must save your lips from fading the hue that is the sky.
Preventing a dove to collect your smile from your glowing face.
Trying to save the only thing left that is right in this world.

Nothing personal my dear; I am going to close my eyes tonight...
So you may opens yours tomorrow...
To ensure your heart rhythmically echos in the night...
Because I value your life more then my own...

Nothing personal my dear...
But I have surrendered my heart to you...
So your can open your eyes tomorrow...
When I close mone tonight....

Nothing personal my dear...
But I can't see you leave this world...
Because I love you...

Flawless wonder that roams my clouded hallway.
Visits in every second the moon has been victor of the starless skies.
Just allowing its specifically developed love to seep into each soul that sleeps.
A gift to hold sight of; for its a rare talent many fail to see.
This flawless wonder, this unknown sprirt always comes to greet me when the clock holds silence.
When the sounds of echoing ticks and tocks are merely just a subconscious hearing.
This spirit I am able to see, is nothing more then a undying fable.
A misspoken wish; with purpose over passing all ideals known.
Flawless wonder that roams my clouded hallway.
Visits in every second the moon has been victor of the starless skies.
For this spirit is my guiding angel...
Helping to freeze the the world, for I to see the importance in my subconscious hearings...

That are nothing more then hearings of my forgotten love...

Each star
A soul
Sound asleep
On earth
With eyes
Closed tight
And minds
Wide open
Dreams awaken
To dance
Some sing
Some explore
Dare live
Laugh hysterically
Scream violently
Passionate sobs
Last dreams
For some
First images
For others
My star
Now dim
But soon
Shall shine
For dreams
To dare
I will
Adventure towards

Traped behind bars, shaped as my mind.
I shall never see the light of your eye's.
Who you are, I have yet to know.
But before I do, I must imply.
If you are the one to love; to forever hold my aching heart.
I warn you this, a tale of tragic love.
For the closer you get, the further I shall push.
It shall not be you, your even me.
It shall be the thoughts that shan't let me be.
Just know this of me.
Before we know the colour of each others eyes.
If I push you away, it means that I love you.
But first please save me... For I am still trapped.
Let our names be known.
Let your eyes be seen.

The frost bitten air, forsing its way down my throat.
Seeping under the covers I hide in.
The sands of time, now drawing the numbers 1:40.
So late is now, yet so far from sleep I am.
My pillow calls in the silence coming from my walls, for me to visit.
And with the unwilling closure of my eye lids, I give in.
I rest my body, on the clouds were I dream.
For I venture into the dark, exploring for some light.

If the clouds were to dance among the skies of blue, and the wind were to sing with leaves so few.
Were we ameant to witness their beauty from the world beyond, or to experience it's life hand; dancing around and singing their song?

Dreams are little kisses from the clouds of gold, that never sees my lips.
Little drops of the purity called sleep.
Unknown... Almost forbidden, to my weepy eyes.
Its unfathomable touch, a world wide secret, only kept from me.
Never kissed, never loved.
Sleep a distant memory in this sea of intertwined demon's, that huant my ghostly eyes.

Alone with a pen.
Thoughts walking along the coffee hue paper; it's life consisting of nothing but words with wanting.
Words that want a change in th e world that speaks, with tongues all the same.
Words that have lines, dots, loops.
Different placements have never tore the unity of worlds apart.
Alone with in emptiness.
Impossible feet, made possible with those with belief.
Of those who speak with not tongues.
Of those who mark with not ink.
But are alone with the many, and complete with the few.
Those that are the ancestors of the ancient tongues, and the creators of the scribbled ink.
Alone within and empty...
Alone with a beginning...
Alone with a pen...

Chilled to the bone.
Walking in a street, listening to the chanting of people with bombs falling from lips to ears.
Alone with a sea of bodies; bound together as one world.
Steps echoing the mind of confusion; that it's heard as steps leading to death.
Sliance held on my tongue, and screams forced down my ears.
Chilled to the bone, in the warmth of your breaths, that riddle lies.
As I walk in the street; knowing each step.
Is one closer to my death.

And I someday dream once more be apart of the willow trees
With their leafs cradling all my worries
All my pain
Away with the bitter sweet wind
That blesses me to be strong till new day
To stand without relying on the stars to hold me tall
To walk without the guidance of the moon that does fall
To be free from the cage that keeps me from the soft night sky
And to speak the five words that have balanced the evil out in my head...

*I'm free... And proudly me

Dressed in black
I take my stand
Grasp my pen
In my blood soaked hand...

With darkness my army
And silence our song
I confront the lies
That have gone on to long...

Mighty I stand
With my strength behind me
Marching along
With the wish to be free...

I lead my pen
To battle with the page
For the truth it sets free
From the hell rotting cage...

And the moment your delicate fingers guided across my skin
All I could think about was the music I first heard you play the night we meet
And how it was the combination of your fingers and a soft paino note
That told me it was you I am ament to forever love

The plead of love
Forever stains my hands
The colour of your heart
Always to be seen
Your voice
Bouncing forever in my head
The light in your eyes
Shall rid my sleep for eternity
It was love I asked for
It was the kiss of your peace I craved
It was your touch of warmth I miss every day
I wished for your love
That's now spilt on the floor
Staining my hand's
Blinding my eye's...
I asked for silence of your touch
For my breath to be felt again
For my sight to again clear
For your mind to reverse back...
To the day we meet
To the day I knew
To the day I thought I truly loved you...
I'm sorry that I spilt your love on the floor
When it was mine you wanted spilt...