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IS Dec 2014
Have you ever  thought about soulmates?

Your other half?

Someone you are ready to die for.

You probably did, multiple times to be exact.

You thought about that person as your savior,

someone who will help you fall asleep at night or ,

someone with who even the silence feels comfortable.

But what if your soulmate is not capable to be your savior?

What if you have to be theirs?

Because they might be in far more worse pain that you are.

Would you than be able to pull yourself on the shore from the ocean of pain,

stress and problems that you are drowning in for a while now?

Do you think you could save them from drowning despite their condition?

If you think you could do that than there is your answer.

You are your own savior.

Only you can save yourself.
This is the actual first poem I ever wrote so I wanted it to be the first one I post, ***** I know
Smiles Dec 2014
So genuine, so pure
Society's cure
our future
Walking models on your best behavior
Praise God let it be our saviors
The rich, the beautiful, the socially accepted
It's almost as if Jesus himself has been resurrected!
Save us great and powerful ones with your money and your guns
Correct us for all of the wrongs we have done
Judge us for we are weak and unworthy
The broken and blasphmeous at your mercy
The second coming standing tall
Here to eradicate us all
You are the exact opposite of nothing. You are the scalding cup of coffee that screams at the frozen February sky. You are the meteor that must perform a show for thousands of people, gazing blindly past you. You are the toy broken by careless hands, but repaired by a master craftsman, made even stronger than before. You are the exactly perfect diamond, in the exactly perfect cut, in the exactly perfect price range. You are a God ****** tornado, lost in chaotic splendor. You are the crushing wave that left mayhem and panic in your wake. You are the most ******* amazing catastrophe I have ever seen, and so help me ******* God, I will not let the world lose you.
Anne Nov 2014
She jumps into the freezing water,
Goes under and sits on the bottom.
If she just screams it out,
Will she feel release?
Wondering if the water that comes into her lungs will numb the pain.
Washing over her till she can’t feel it anymore.
How do you release something that swallows you from the inside out?
Slowly taking over everything
Bit
By
Bit.
She opens her eyes and dives up for the surface.
Catching her breath in gulps.
Wondering if only she got enough air, would it stop the drowning inside.
Would it ever stop.
She needed strength to fight it.
But her strength was dying out.
She needed her savior,
She needed love again to save her.
-Anne
Bluejay Nov 2014
There is peace here;
serenity in terrific color,
your music dances but clears
my plagued little mind.
There is peace here.

Whispers walk delicately
across silver tight ropes
in the most perfect way.

Love abundantly laughs here
people hug and kiss
none are cast away
because there is peace here.

Angles tell of hope
Children muse of happiness,
Light flickers softly as
rain drops beautifully fall,
purity envelops those who ask.

There is peace here -
with you.
For the Ian Quiet Band
Hues and mist raved through the storm and found me.
Little did the waves know that my soul was not free.

My heart became her starry night till now,
World's chaos challenged the brave and left with a vow.

O' beloved, understand that life is not here to thrash you,
but is those chances given to the moments to build your tomb.
Your places are both in the roots and buds where you bloom.
So when love comes along and asks why, say bliss at rare times paints itself blue.

A hypnotizing halo of life breathing in the darkest grave.
Upon your grace, my trails become my slave,
As I command my footprints to bring me far.

A knight I become and my quest is to save.
Even when you turn into those stars-
My oath still remains to erase all your scars.
Divino Sonetto-

This poetry form was presented by the part Italian poet Divena Collins. It follows the Italian 8/6 pattern, but her Scottish upbringing makes a statement with the sestet, and a much different tempo. Here is the pattern;
a. a. b. b. . . c. d. d. c. . . e. e. f. . . e. f. f.
or .a. a. b. b. . . c. d. d. c. . . e. e. f. . . e. g. g.
Sydney Marie Oct 2014
The one that can save any human,
someone in the littlest distress,
or someone in the most.

You saved her.

You've saved everyone you've come into contact with.
As for the one you couldn't save; it constantly reminds everyone of someone, someone who can't be and shouldn't be gone.
The affect it put on you, the look in your eye when you drift off into the distance.

Sometimes superman needs his own super hero saving.
sorry boyfriend, i keep writing about you..
Xan Abyss Oct 2014
I am not a hero
But could I be the villain?
Constantly I ask myself if I know what is right
I see the cruelty of god, and the damage of lost hope
And pray that I am not the one to bring about our destruction

Some days I wonder, am I in the right?
Is my behavior justified, do I walk in the light?
Or am I the crazy one, the enemy, the threat
Could my inner darkness really cause another death?

For I am not a hero
But could I be the villain?
Am I truly capable
Of unspeakable evil?
These are the things I need to know,
But not the ones I want to.

The Antagonist of the Greater Piece
Is the hero of his own journey
But could my happy ending be
The End of All Eternity?

The Monster becomes a mirror
And in the darkness I can see us clearer
When my reflection changes shape
Into a nightmare of disgrace
I begin to find my way
Back into my darkest state

And a hero I may never be
But could I be the enemy?
Could my happy ending be the end of all eternity?
Ever wonder if you're the devil and you just haven't figured it out yet?
Is it too much to save a person
And continually be enough forever?

Irregular shapes and acute angles round out the world;
These forms of trash and literature are constantly changing.
An original birth of earth perseveres and colors over disaster.

Satisfaction is mythical,
But from an oyster emerges a pearl.
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