Life, the present tense
Pleasant and promising
Singular & plural
Fair blend of gender
Active noise, passive voice
The grammar of life

Life is intense,
Glowing and glorious;
Blue blown umbrella
For wide void exposure
Feather touch weather
For cool n’ calm respite
Illuminated one half
To eke out living  
Glittering dark on other half
To rest and recuperate    

Aroma of smiling flowers
Multicolor corona  
Green rich panorama
Overseeing mountains
Rousing roaring oceans
Patrolling Hydro Power Puffs
Add bonus to the bevy
What a glamorous globe in space!

When we view our world through a tear,
it becomes distorted, blurred
and imprisoned within itself,
yet we have only to stretch forth a hand,
to let it permeate the glass-like walls,
allowing us to glimpse beyond its boundaries,
the clear, pure waters that lay on the other side,
regaining our clarity of vision and releasing the soul,
if only for the briefest of moments.

Just read Lovecraft's most recent "poems"
and started laughing my *** off.
I think I'm going crazy XD
I'm SOOOOO HAPPY that he would take the time
to write poems about me,
and think about me!
I'm honored, sir, truly honored, that you would
take the time to remind me of what I am,
a, "Creep who loves is NOT a dove"

Bravo, Lovecraft!
And I thank you for your idiocy,
your mean words,
and reminding me that I ****,
cause I do, I know. :)

Love,
the Creep that does not love you.

PS. Love your profile pic and background pic, where'd you get them?

with shivering hands
and silent footseps,
we are the children of
gore, misery and pain

we turned to wolves
and broke the people who
did nothing but live their lives
in sweetness

we are blunt
and boring little
creatures
who prowl
the outside world
with care

c.s

Secrets of the heart,
are better locked away.

It's hard to think smart,
with them hidden everyday.

Writing is my escape,
who would read these notes?

At night I'm up late,
writing down my hopes.

I write through the night,
until tears fill my eyes.

They slowly blur my sight,
breaking down my disguise.

I've told you how I feel,
you know I want you back.

I don't want to try and heal,
it is your love I lack.

You aren't meant to read this,
you aren't meant to see.

My lips miss your kiss,
you don't see what you do to me.

Mother tell me, are you lying?
Mother please, I'm sick of trying.

These thoughts and feelings I can't ignore,
as I lay upon the floor.

Broken, tired, and abused.
Won't you bring me some good news?

Countless times I've broke down crying,
mother please, am I dying?

Is there something that can be done,
to take away this pain I'm hiding?

Love is a bullet and Life is the gun.
Hate is what brings about senseless fighting.

Mother, you see how I feel.
Yet it's what I hide that matters.

Mother, Mother, here's the deal.
The outside stays fine while the inside shatters.

Mother, is this real?
Oh dear Mother, will I heal?

O Vento que passa por mim leva todo o ar que existe nos meus pulmões. Faz o meu coração parar de tanta tristeza e amargura que carrega, faz com que o meu emocional seja triste e seco.
Sem razão nenhuma para me torturar, o Vento continua a fazê-lo, isto fá-lo feliz. Não lhe dói, mas como me dói a mim, é uma alegria. Acho que já estou habituada a esta dor. Fui destinada a tê-la, e agora, mereço-a.
Oh meu amor, porque me fazes sofrer tanto, meu querido Vento? Que dor infernal sinto eu por culpa tua, seu bicho horrendo que tanto amo.
Por favor, faz com que eu pare de te amar, por favor, por favor. O ar que levas contigo não te chega? Tens que tirar de mim o pouco que falta para me sentir viva e sem remorsos?
Oh meu amor, oh meu querido Vento, meu feio e horrendo bicho que mais odeio por te amar.
Faz com que pare, por favor, por favor.