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...

I wish I had a nightmares,
To show I really care,
About something the I love,
Something the could fly like a dove.

I wish I woke up screaming,
To know that I was dreaming,
About something that is frightening,
Just to keep my life going.

I wish I could feel the tears,
To know I can feel fear,
About someone I hold dear,
A someone that I love to hear.

I wish I had nightmares,
To know life's just a dare,
About how death will always scare
With just his dangerous stare.

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.

I can feel it
The pain bottled inside
Laugh in my heart
As I try and hide
It's not leaving
It's way to deep
'I think it's time
You learn your keep'
They whisper day and night
I clench my pillows
Trying to dream
Of freedom willows
Another time
Another day
They say it again
No other way
'Learn your keep'
What a thing to think
As I sit a my desk
Writing it down in ink
The pain no longer felt
Because I've found my keep
As I hang from a rope
And my eyes no longer weep

Lonely tree upon the hill,
Oh how I wish I was with you still.
Laying in your shadow of hope,
Where a swing is the only use for rope.
And when your leaves rub together,
They make a sound mimicking forever.
Alone at your stump,
Feeling my heart pump.
Oh lonely tree,
You make me feel free

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....

In the final wind that carried my warmth
I saw a world were love was so real
The chill of wilting petals
And pain of fading sunsets
Are seen as beauty for the lost
We had not loved the sent of the rose
Nor the light of the sun
Enough in our eyes
So it moves on from our presents
To the world after...
Were the sent dances in the sunset
Bathing in my warmth
A place were beauty is truly seen
A place were compassion is truly shown
A place...
Were love is truly real...

Love bleeds
From my body
In lay...
And yet
You still insist
To stay...

Rain drops
On
Ivory
Skin
Running down
With kisses
Of
Love
Time
And
Time
Again rain
Falls...
On the
Ivory face
That
Is my
World...
Your lips
Radiate
In summer
Mist
Your eyes
Pierce
My untouched
Love
Your cheeks
Speak
With rosey
Slers
Darling
My love
Your breathtakingly
Beautiful
In the
Rain...

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 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

I'm in my bed,
And its 2am.
Once again
I'm awake.
How many nights
Must I see new day?
This is slowly killing me.
I don't know,
What should I do?
The thought
Of blades,
And pills,
And endless sleep.
Haunts my weary eyes.
How much longer
Can I survive?
I don't want to die
Or life this life.
I just want to feel free,
I just want to feel.
Something that's not...
Nothing...
I want to swallow,
Every pill I see.
And use my blade,
In my draw,
To let blood spill.

All of the thoughts are true.
Nothing is made up.
This is what I think at night!
And it scares me all the time!
I need help.
But I'm scarred to get it.
I just feel so lost.
With a sign telling me where to go right in my face.
But I just can't read it...

And when I say I shall go to sleep,
I no longer say goodnight.
Because I have leart there is no good,
In dark where I fight.

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.

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...

Now that I run...

*Now that I run,
Prepared with my gun.
I leave no trace,
But the tear down my face.
Remember our song,
Of when I was wrong.
Try to smile,
I’ll be gone a while.
Please don’t cry,
Let your tears dry.
I tried so hard to care,
But it was too much to bare.
You’ll forget me soon,
Maybe even by noon.
I have to move on,
And the pain will soon be gone.
My life was a lie,
That’s why I had to die.

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?

Please...
        Swap,
              Tears and fear.
        For,
              Laughs and hope.
Please?...

Dancing with the porcelain girl
Around the room you twirl
Speed up
Slow down
Dip her fragile head
Pull her back to you
Lift her cracked body to the sky
Never let her drop
Lower her softly to her chipped toes
Grasp with love her hip
Take her hand
Smile to her glass eyes
Around the room you twirl
Dancing with the porcelain girl

The light, shine brighter at dawn and dusk.
The rain, is sweeter when it falls from heaven.
My spirit, it fly's once more again.
The birds, sing effortlessly backing your voice.
The world, spins to a happier future.
The thunder, it roars to the beat of you heart.
And your soul...
Your soul, has captured mine, to fast for me to see.
Without you the world is black.
The rain is like acid.
My spirit, it dies.
Birds do not sing.
The world spins to war.
And thunder never roars.

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

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

Smell of rain so sweet
Musician drops fall on leaves
At peace with the sky

Gun in aim
Bone on trigger
Remorse long gone
Devil on lips
Teeth blood thirsty
Eye on sight
Target in range
Innocent is blind
Evil wanted ****
Your the reaper
With a gun
I'm the target
Cross on head
Pull metal back
Blood thirsty teeth
Grin at me
Now I'm dead...

Band-Aids and bandages
My food for pain

Pills and blades
A starved hungry to please

Blood and tears
To quench the thirst

Dark and death
My final company

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.

Shall every cry
Be for the sky
Shall every scream
Be for a happy dream

Shining moon
Shining moon
What will it take
To see you soon?

Must I lose my last drop of hope?
To find my old frayed rope?
Must I feel my skin peal?
Or the hear the sound of broken foil seal?

Must I find my designer belt?
Just for your beauty to be felt?
Must I see if my final cry,
Will join me in trying to fly?

Shining moon
Shining moon
Please tell me what it will take
To see you soon?

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

Sleepy moon,
Can I see you soon?
Can I watch your rays of light,
Fall upon me tonight?
Can I feel your soft dust,
Of peaceful sleeping lust?
Oh sleepy moon,
Can I see you soon?

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...

Silent swing
Of rope and wood
Back and forth
While a young girl stood
Silent girl
Hands by her side
Remembering the past
When the swing was a ride
Watching
Remembering
Waiting
Contemplating
If she should snap the rope
Watching it fall to the ground
A tangle of past memories
Scream with no sound
Silent swing**
Hangs still of rope and wood
To remind her
Of the times that were good...

One becomes two,
Two becomes three,
Three becomes four,
And four becomes more.

Don't you see?
I'm slowly killing me.

Small leaf with the veins colours purple
Falls upon the pale skin of mine
Like a drop from the sky
It becomes bigger at impact
Purple greeting blue like a friend
The veins of the leaf now unrecognisable
Looking like a plum to bitter to eat
Beautiful colour
Horrifying meaning
Leafs from the branches of the black tree
With it's evil shading it's world
Sending it's leafs to fall on the weak
The 'loved' one of theirs...
Small leafs with veins coloured purple
Beautiful when fallen on pale skin of mine
But small leafs is what I tell myself
To forget the purple truth called pain...