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Florence Maude  Apr 2015
Madness
Florence Maude Apr 2015
Thoughts spinning round my head,
Making me wish I was dead.
But I cannot die,
I can only cry,
Wishing that my wings could fly.

Ideas March around inside me,
Like a humming of bees.
Twisting me down dark roads
To the croaks of lemon toads.

Spiral pathes,
Brick bathes,
This is insane!
Vibrant colors,
Flowers like 'find anothers',
Are all over.

Here in a world of my own,
The madness here has grown.
So please save me,
By lending us a bit of sanity?
Sorry if it's a bit random, but that's what madness is.
Bercaru Feb 2015
Last night in high fever in midle of night
A dream i have dreamed - so clear and so bright!
In a blaze of glory a castle I've seen
A place where my eyes could never have been.

The purpose of these astonishing walls
And up to the sky - almighty towers
Were, it came out to know  very soon,
For a marvelous princess - a kind of cocoon.

Yes she was the princess
And all was for her
With courage and fearless
Her life was smoother.

But as she grew up she started to notice
That this lovely castle might be just a hospice
A place where she  couldn't and wasn.t herself
A place where she was a book on a shelf.

The king was a great man -
All people knew that
In finding a blame in this man was in vain
Cause all of the efforts secced they may not

He was her salvation
He was her delight,
He showed how she's gorgeous
What means to be loved,
How not to be angry
Her daddy have showed

But there was a problem
A terrible one
The voice of her mother
Was like of a swan.
That means she was quite a little too much
A silence the princess could hear and could touch.

The queen was adored, respected by people
For her mighty knowledge
And power to teach.
But this little princess
Wanted to be listened
And not to receive her lessons or speech.

It.s easy to talk and preach like a prophet
When silence is all your children can hear
That.s why our beauty
Pushed up by the courage
From this famous castle
She will dissapear.

"Today is the day" went out in a moan
This calm four words whisper
Inside was a storm

A storm of frustration,
Of fear and of guilt
In her head of child
A plan she had built.

She took her white horse
Her favourite one
That flew like the wind
Like this it.s begun

"The worst's the begining"
 She said in her hat
Now here on this white horse
 She understands that.

The plan was ambitious, well structured  and good
To go in the woods as much as she could
To walk, to run, to fly if she can
Til' she sees no more a foot of a man.

Now princess is free like a dove in the skye
Towards new adventures she's ready to fly
Cause heavens are with her whetever she goes
Thinking she is lucky from eyebrows to toes.

But here it will come a junction or so
And the little princess didn.t know where to go.
She's asking her horse for a wise quick advice
When this one responded without thinking twice:

 -Tell me jolly princess, where do you want to go?
- An honest response to your question would be "I don.t know"
- Then pardoned might be my humble response,
'n this case don.t matter the road you will choose!

That.s why i like having smarter than me
A friend that besides me appears to be.
And if one day i may stumble and fall
He's there to sustain and listen my call.

The days went by, then months as  years
The princess was passing from joy into tears
She felt all alone, forgotten and lost
The rainbow of dreams was covered by frost.

-Tell me my horsy, cause in your words i find gain,
What is the reason for all of this pain?
- Maybe so you would pray for strenght!
- And what is the reason for the strenght?
-Maybe so you would not lose hope!
- And what is the reason for the hope?
- Just so you could face the world!

Child, the time has come for you to fly
Just like an eagle on the sky
And use ur instinct as your guide
That navigates through  pathes you glide.
You where made do have the greatest flight!

For sure they'll find you all those monsters
That drags you back from where go
Don.t listen them, cause they are lying
"You'll never make it" is their motto.

But the voice of truth tells you a different story!
The voice of truth says
"Do not be afraid"
It says again
"You are a child of glory!"
So keep on running,
'Till you reach the end!"

Then i woke up and all was gone
The horse, the princess,
Me alone.
But i am sure that outside there
The princess is indeed somewhere
Enthusiastic, brave and strong
Looking in this world all along
A comfort place to call it home.
For Caroline
PixieWee Apr 2017
Shakespeare once said
"My mistresses eyes are nothing like the sun"
But oh how her eyes are now the sun itself and when i cross pathes with them my eyes are set a blaze.
 When she gazes apon me I feel the rays of her past hatred leisurely creep across my spine and seep into my skin towards my already separated heart.

~p.w
-16/10/16 (04/04/17 edited)
athene  May 2015
ensoul
athene May 2015
my eyes travel the same roads
up your well-toned body
and each time the pathes change
you grip me firmly, your hot
breath fanning the nape of my neck
you are tip to tip with me
lips to lips with me
ensouling the night with our endless
passion
i am in love with your rocket
Gabby Aquino Feb 2011
The seperate ways of pathes we choose from
The coexistence of different worlds to come
From above I keep falling endlessly
To the cries that I hear screaming silently

Bleeding out all my stronger darkest fears
Even though the symphonies of your voice that I can hear
As we search for our hearts and souls as they seemed to have
disappeared
But all I need to find is you when I can feel you walking
near

But even though you still feel so far away
Inanother world, right up above where I can't stay
Just bring our worlds together so we can feel
Everything we have inside us that makes us real

Keep me swimming in open water
And give us back our sons and daughters
Anihilate the aching pain
Wipe away all of our cries in vein

And now on thousand souls I see
By my side they keep guiding me
Mypath to you where I know I can walk
Nothing in my way so I break right through the rocks

I keep climbing high, you keep falling low
You've got the angels beside you that won't let go
As they hold on they bring you right to me
Our different worlds together that we know can be
Hit the road baby,
the highway is calling
your name.
Don't hold back, you'd
miss out and that'd
be a shame.
There is so much
to be discovered, and a ton for
you to gain.
I'm not saying
the days aren't going to unravel
without pain...
in the end we
only have ourselves
to blame.
Both dreamers with
monkey minds, that aren't as
easily tamed.
So go on my dear,
the world is turning, there's no time
to refrain.
This love is
too strong; no doubting it will
easily sustain.
I wrote you a letter, but
it couldn't' hold all the love I'd like
it to contain.

However, I can say
one thing…I won't be
far behind.
So hold that close to
your heart as a comforting
piece of mind.
All majestic things
seemingly work out
in due time.
You know that I
love you; doesn't hurt
to remind.
The mountains are
beckoning you love...the future
will be kind.
As soon as I
get all in order, set my
life in line,
I will be on my
way; courageously
flying blind.
Soon enough our
pathes will fall in sync,
gracefully intertwined
Hit the road baby,
the final boulevard to a place our
love will shine.
Kimmy-Nichole Jul 2011
back again since december of twenty ten
life is splendid more blessed than ever
learning lifes pathes and how they fold
loving it all despite my weird awkwardness
im a big girl now
TKO  Jul 2016
Ballet of Bliss
TKO Jul 2016
I see sorrow in the snow -- You know? As the flakes' momentums grow and slow, their pathes pluck away at my subconscious woes. Dancing, they are, to the rhythm imposed. They tango to my turmoil and dip to new lows. In their disorder I find solace.
With their most gentle kiss, I'm ushered away in their ballet of bliss.
Poetic T May 2019
We may walk pathes
         That others have

Colleted singular
        Footsteps upon.



           But where we are,
            It's ****** green.


And nothing is pure,
           Beyond the first footsteps.



For after one, everyone






             Is just a mirage of purit.

And everything after is a mirage

                 Of wishful thinking...
Tyler  Jul 2023
writers
Tyler Jul 2023
i've made people completely up.
fictional pathes- the dreams I've had.
it's your choice to claim them
or change them-
the mind or the ways,
we are the writers
after all.

i don't mean to weird you out,
i just want to beget you the challenge of character !

when will my kids
come to this earth ?
i'll love what they make,
same of us.
Vladimir s Krebs Dec 2016
I walk the road I chose to follow.
Playing ***** screamed your shot is wacked? How to escape the truth you don't want to show your real self.


Like a shadow your self image lies like spray painting a broken angery mind that won't admit weight from wrong.





Insanity  or guilty of all your mistakes you ran instead of writing the new storie you justchews to cras an burn.

No creative ways to redeam your self.



The house if truth will make the light as bright if you speak the truth or just keep lying.



Being fake may just smash all your teeth out being fake fit you is ditch
Now it's your grave.



Being true speaking your mind making the road turn to pathes to all crazy opportunist .


Be true your own willl write society's  next move.


A posey is just a flower but
A rose is the truth about your life.
A rose is a reward for guiding the broken weak lost to the next game.
Chose between making your self image fake or true
Zach  Mar 2018
Untitled
Zach Mar 2018
Maybe someday, I'll be in downtown New York, a coffee shop in the underground,

Where all the poets, artists and rejects of society can come together as one

Maybe I'll have learned that instrument I've always wanted to learn

I'll play an old song from long ago about life's sorrows and sadnesses

You might walk in and see me, long forgotten until now, a one time deal you never thought you'd find again

Maybe we'd make the connection that our pathes were once heavily intertwined as some paths do

Maybe you won't recognize me, but I'll recognize you
I didn't know what to title this, if anyone had a good idea, feel free to shoot me a email and I'll put it in and credit you. I also kind of hate how this turned out

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