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Angie S Dec 2014
Your tears
Are glass
And you
Are a diamond
Please don't cry. Your tears, your sadness, it all doesn't deserve to stain your smiling face.
George Krokos Dec 2014
One day I found some treasure in a ******* heap
that I thought could be a thing worthwhile to keep.
Although at first it didn’t seem to be much at all
because of the simple fact that it was quite small.

The more I looked at it the less likely it became
something by which anyone could thereby gain.
It was so covered in dirt that it was hard to discern
just exactly what it was without handling to learn.

Not wishing to disappoint myself or let curiosity go
I picked the object up with a determination to know.
And after wiping the dirt off from it I could then see,
just what the thing was which completely amazed me.

The thought crossed my mind as to why it had been thrown away
along with all the rest of the garbage that was strewn around to lay.
I had a strong suspicion that it may have been discarded by mistake
which sometimes does also happen when people are not fully awake.

Or perhaps when people get so sick and tired of the same old things
by an act of desperation they try to get rid of whatever in life stings;
throwing away certain possessions which over the years have acquired
becoming such burdens in their life to the point of making them tired.

Another perspective is that it may have served its purpose up to that time
and the person possessing it had no further use for it regarding it as grime.
One too many things in a person’s life can really get to be too much to bear
and the situation becomes unhealthy for them to continue in that way there.

Whatever the case may have been for it to have ended up here
was now to my advantage which brought me some good cheer.
Something invaluable once deemed lost but since then found again
is what so many people hope for to progress and confidence attain.
__________________
Private collection. Written in 2013.
Morgan Paige Nov 2014
This poem is called Boys are Curious.
Because that's what you told me that day.
And if boys are curious,
My body is a treasure map.

I was an atlas for trespassers.
I had a horizon of hope in these eyes,
And my forest hid lust & mystery like it wanted to be found.
My acreage was pure and undiscovered.

If I hadn't scared you away yet,
I've heard that there was passion locked somewhere.

But because boys are curious,
My edges are creased and torn.
The sun has left me shaking in the cold.
I have been sought by the hands of greed enough times,
I've forgotten where I've hidden my treasure.

So, boys are curious.
He left me a field landmines.
Ezra Nov 2014
People argue over which color's the best
But you know, there's really no contest,
It's obviously
Blue

You've heard the same things
Over and over,
"It's the color of the oceans boundless,"
Or,
"It's the color of the skies, endless,"
But that's not it;

Blue's the best because
It's the color of those eyes,
Yeah,
Blue's the color of those eyes,

Those crystal mirrors that say,
"I'm the fairest of them all,"
Those big blue stars that lose me,
They're worth more than anything else--
'Cause when I get lost in them,
No matter where I go,
I always
Find treasure.
11-25-14
Captain's Log:
Today, we found treasure.
Bassam A Nov 2014
I am yours and you are mine
It takes a lot to be sublime

If you're on track
Watch your back!

Before the train cross
Look for your pass

t'll keep you on your toes
If you don't see how it goes

The less you know the greater it is
Better than the best, movie or showbiz

t's the exciting time of your life,
Learn to adjust to enjoy the strife

Cleanse your heart and let it in
The more you take, the sweeter the mint!

t'll wake your senses to an acute
As your soulmate becomes so cute!

Clear your mind and take pleasure
Don't forget to pickup the treasure

As with everything, start slowly too
As it progresses in intense goo

Be sure to have the wonder of joy
Satisfy to the brim your heart & troy

Be careful with your approach
Absorbing more love without a coach

Experience should achieve a maximum high
The greater the love you can't deny

The truth of love we may never know
The trust in love we may not endure

The best of love has yet to come
Someday we will all taste the plum
Oh my Captain , my Captain
Where is the gleam in your eye ?
Where is that sting
Whenever your colors fly

Where is that thirst
For adventure you sail
Where is that booming voice
Through oak will drive nail

Oh , my Captain
Where could you be
Thy gaze crosses
More than the sea

Where is the man
Who knows not any fears
Who's cheated death
All these long years

Come Captain
Where is thy cheer
We sail into eternity
The rest is unclear

Oh my Captain , my Captain
Why such a sad soul
It's treasure and loot
So much we have stole

Oh Master , my master
We are and can no more be
Like the birds
We are free as long as we breathe

Come Captain , my Captain
Give us command
Give ,"Aweigh all anchors."
Seek ye new harbors with warm golden sand
There is a point we reach in life
where we lose more than we gain
be it people, money, teeth or hair
We need to treasure what remains

If it's hair that we have lost
And our scalp is now exposed
we need to deal with what is left
and make our style not look posed

Teeth, now there's a mouthful
A subject that will make me smile
I left mine on a hilltop
And they've been up there a while

Money, what is there to say
That has not been said before?
The sinking dollar and inflation
Adds me to the working poor

But family, yes I said family
More die now, we're at that age
When we attend too many funerals
Instead, no weddings take the stage

Treasure your belongings
Your teeth, money and hair
But, remember all your loved ones
One day, they won't be there
Isha Kumar Oct 2014
Hold on, oh lass!
It isn't over yet.
The further you go,
The more difficult it'll get.

Breathe, oh beloved!
It shall end soon.
Remember that time
is a curse and a boon.

Like a river, it flows,
waiting for no one.
It cannot be reversed,
a deed once done.

This life shall disappear
in a blink of an eye.
You'll be left to wonder
when did the day die.

Time is a treasure,
guard it with your life.
If misused,
it shall tear you apart.

Keep a firm grip.
You shall be alright.
Yes, you are alone
and yet, you can fight.

Don't take too long
or stand and gaze.
Your time shall run out
and you, it shall raze.

It won't be easy.
Things may go wrong.
But such is life,
winding and long.

And yet, it is short,
this life we  live.
Such is its way that
it'll take what it'll give.

Hold on, oh lass!
It'll end as it should.
For our time is filled
with days, bad and good.
King Bacon Oct 2014
I have treasure in my mind,
But can't even open up my own vault.
Just Melz Oct 2014
It's there,
           in that Treasure Chest
Locked up tight,
          next to my bed
I don't know who has the
                     k e y
At night,
             I can hear it inside
It's not too loud,
        but it whispers to me~
                    "let  
                           me
                                out"

I do not cry,
but I say to it very gently~
           "I have
                    to wait
                            for the
                                    key"


When someone finds it,
          Will you let me know?
My heart's still
          b e a  t i n  g
            in that treasure chest
Although it's been broke
                It's wants to be
                              f r e e
          So please,
    Help me unlock my broken heart that's been torn all
                         a  p ar  t
     Release it back into me,
            So I can love,

             B
                       r
                              e
                               ­     a
                                         t
                                           h
                                           e

             and
Finally be free...  

*Do
      you  
           have
                  the
                      key?
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