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Lily Jul 2015
I want to write and inspire the world,
My words carved in their mind
As they soar their wings and fly.
I want to be an instrument
Softly playing all the goodness of the Earth
And a reminder
That broken wings can be mended and fly again
Graff1980 Jul 2015
I have been coddling you in swaddling cloth
Speaking while gently critiquing your lack of truth seeking
Holding half of my heart in so I can let you begin
To be better than what you see and believe
I have been daydreaming and scheming
With verses, stanzas, lines, and pages
Simplifying while truth lying
Taking a creative license to inspire  
Before the lighted fire expires within you
Making my milk sour in disappointment
Seeing days end and more tragedies begin
But still struggling to believe in the human
There is an acrid odor amongst us
A bitter taste that tightens the tongue
But I am not done
The light in me will see how splendid we can be
And in my poetry I will show you how to be
As beautiful as I know you can be
Annie Jul 2015
I've been climbing up these stairs for so long now,
But I'm still standing from where I started this brawl,


Is this a joke or am I part of a haunted story,
Cause lately I've been deprived of all the light and glory,


I try so hard to take one more step ahead,
But I fall back even harder instead,


I can hear the voices telling me to let this go,
Except that I am not ready yet to **** my own show,


How do I beat this out with merely a house of cards?
I'm not even an expert at beclouding my battle scars.
Lovey Jul 2015
Its just as a piece of art.
We all write and show our selves on pieces of artwork.
Our art work is writing.
We put words down to  show people our feelings.
We put our words down to make someone smile.
We put our words down to make someone fall in love.
Our words are our thoughts.
Our thoughts become into pieces of artwork.
Our thoughts that seem trapped inside we write out into words.
Our feelings turn into pieces of writings that make people cry, smile,feel your pain, or feel your love,your happiness, or your tears.
Writing is as taking a paint brush.
Our colors are letters on a board.
We take our brush.
And we brush across our canvas.
And we come with beautiful inspiring writings.
With every writing is inspiration to write more or of some type.
Writing is wondrous.
Its a relief of a way to escape your reality and turn to your diary of secrets.
Writing is one of the best ways to know someone just by their simple sentence.
Àŧùl Jun 2015
And it becomes stronger,
So does our relationship,
And likewise we become.

And it becomes strengthy,
So does our bond of trust,
And so our love matures.
Just in a good calm mood this morning.

My HP Poem #887
©Atul Kaushal
Most days I find myself wishing I held the key to happiness.  But as I continue in my journey, I'm finding that there is no single key. Everyone's lock is different. Ones lock might be a grudge they've held on to for much too long, or a fear they aren't able to overcome.
except from a book I'll probably never finish
To those who fall into the void,
And those who are stuck in the black hole,
We are the shooting stars and dreamers.
We last only a little bit, but burn brightly.

To those who disturb,
And those who deceive,
You will be forever,
As a being more dispiseable than death.

To those like me,
Who share nothing, and feel everything,
I commend you for being strong.
I love you for it.

Yet it never helps,
Years and years pass by,
Confide in someone, and love them
For that is why you exist




To love...
A A Bernier May 2015
Gathering faiths ‘neath earth and stone
in pressing dark and trodden halls
where fire ignites in broken souls
and flames ignite the temple's walls

In slumber rests the rusted blade
the sound of freedom softly rings
as musty eyes emerge from gray
and stirrings do the noises bring

A hope renewed where death prevails
awakened in the lowly cast;
For t'was between two rods of steel
That freedom was attained at last.
Lady Bird Apr 2015
so powered by imagination
ideas they spin and twirl
around in the creative brain
while feelings drip and swirl
to paint, to draw, to write
with a quenching desire for art
everything is in clear sight

so powered by imagination
the brush on canvas work together
unlocking the doors of creativity
capturing every inspiring thought
displaying in marvelous ways the magic
flowing through every stroke of color
giving the artist a creative soul

experience is in a jar firm and cold
sealed with signs of big hopes
and dreams of lots of better things
gleaming so bright like a piece of gold
the world would lose its true beauty
and imagination will evaporate
without the power of creativity
Debbie Lees Mar 2015
The words that cloud your judgement
Invisible
Freak
Fat
*****
****
Fagit
Loser
Nerd
Emo Freak
Monster
Werido
Those words are needed to be ignored
Turned away
Those words will try to break you down
You gotta get back up
To where it will make you Stronger
Wiser
*Bolder
You can be misunderstood and hurt in many ways but never ever give up
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