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About sadness.I have always waited
waited for insanity to come.
Everything is rated
by others, but I am all alone.
...
Buying things to compensate
all the things I ever lost
All things to abbreviate
the urge of things I needed most.
...
The feeling of happiness
empathy, comprehension
is now filled with loneliness;
sadness with expansion.

My Fragile HeartMy fragile little heart
Little fluttering dove in my chest
Delicate creature thou art
Lay thine worries to rest

No longer shall thee fret
of the peril of splitting in two
No longer shall love hold debt
Nor ever 'gain burden you

I nay dare love another
So as to not tempt Fate
Nor, my brittle heart smother
This I vow... this I state

My shivering little heart
Thou hath shattered many a times
So now my choice be smart
And safe be my fluttering chimes

Be gone Cherubs and Cupid
Thy arrows' poison be tart
Strike me not as dumb-muted
Strike not my fragile heart

EngravedHe wrote his name on my heart
And claimed it as his own
My feelings, thoughts, opinions
They belonged to him

He took me under his control
Punished me when needed
Rewarded me when deserved
They told me to run away

But I couldn't
I couldn't
I loved him, see
Held me tight when I cried

When I was angry
When I was sad
When I was desperate
When I was hurting

He held me
He hit me
He kissed me
He bit me

But that's alright
Because he was as much mine
As I was his
Our names engraved on the other's soul

Mother NatureIt was as She intended
He described it that way
Centuries would pass and
Maybe its beauty would
Be dismissed as some
Relic of the past
We built a statue
In Her honor
And he described Her
As a cold winter's day
Snowflakes that fall innocently
Towards the earth
A unique beauty
Captured in the cold
Harshness of winter
Such is the harshness of Her statue
Giving in, to the fury
Of Father Time
She was so Beautiful
Yet she was so Harsh
"Alas, this is the nature of
Mother Nature" he told me.
Such is the beauty of Mother Nature.

The journeyThe softest silver stars
Paint love light in thine eyes
Pure, enchanting beauty
For thee my heart doth fly

Moonbeams light perfection
Each sweet enchanting curve
Whispering of passion
Without the need of words

Love, our wine and nectar
A sacred river flows
Whence and where unwritten
Save to high plateaus

Then in rainbows falling
Through light and time and space
Our love divine shall journey
As I look on thy face...

unsaidthere are things better left unsaid
things better left unspoken
when we wake up in sorrow's eyes
and paint the world with gray..
And joy is fleeting,
love is a kiss
in the upside down world,
where things don't make sense..
But the ink in my blood
always draws me back
and says:
this cannot be
you belong to me.

When left aloneOnce loved and beloved
Then left alone
With fear and pain by her side.

Once told to be everything
Then left alone
With empty heart and pale mind.

Once cherished and treasured
Then left alone
With broken soul and no goal in life.

Then sealed as a promise
And left unnoticed
With no place for forgivness
She just vanished
As if she never existed!

Charcoal NymphCharcoal Nymph

Last night I saw no stars
Only dreams those whipped
The canvas of my bedsheets
Eagerly like sugarcane

They say heavenly lanterns
Upon sinners do not shine
But don't my lips pray fervently
To your lips every night?

There's a thin line between
Damnation and salvation
And it feels strangely tempting
To dance across it blindfolded

Dressed in just faith
In that your heart is true
I'm condemned, bareheaded
And longing for you

A pagan nymph
From ancient wise books
No good for your prophets
An angel for you

With purest charcoal
You've drawn wings on my back
For your passion's painted
With red and black

It's an unrequited love, isn't it?I know you will never read this.

I know you will never get the chance to even catch a glimpse of this.

But I just want you to know that I love you.

You're perfect to me. I don't care about your flaws. I don't care about the faults that everyone else always seem to point out.

I really don't care.

What matters to me is that you are you. And because you are you, I love you.

I just wish you could love me back.

I just wish you could say the same words to me--to make me believe that I'm not the worthless thing I see in the mirror every day.

I just wish you could be here, comforting me when I need it, and telling me you love me over and over

.revelation.
I said it is where the branches met as one
and the birds dipped so low to sweep up the rivers
that I met my reflection
under the moon,
So clear and so pristine
There were no souls left
to believe
my quiet words; I---
I am not a shadow.

The blackness enveloped in notes, so deep
Swept them away in a single prelude
The light leaking from the sleeping trees
Cant' quench the thirst for a sun of bright solitude

The resonance of their footsteps
Falling one after another, tripping on their own shoes
Trapped in their own mistakes
The fish, hiding in the lake, under,
And the snow
is gone,
nothing left
to lose.

Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,

You're ignorant as Hell.

You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.

All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?

Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?

It's okay, sweetheart.

missingI am missing your eyes
and summer-time is an eternity we spend alone
in heat without embraces because
they are too much for our skin

I am missing your voice
and I think why
did you tollerate mine
for so long, without ever asking me
for a reason?

I am missing the way you dance
and if only it didn't
have to be so impossible to kiss in the rain

Let's Talk RefrigeratorsStew stood in front of the refrigerator.
"So… how much are you being paid?" he inquired, attempting a small talk.
"Excuse me?" the refrigerator replied, opening two cup slots that functioned as his eyes.
"Money. How much do you get?" Stew simplified.
"Sir, you do know I'm a refrigerator, correct?"
"Of course, it's plainly obvious." Stew rolled his eyes. "The question still stands." He continued. "I've been wondering lately, how much such a fine gentlemen as yourself and your fellow refrigerators get."
"How about – We don't?"
"You're kidding! Nothing? You don't get to see a single penny for your hard work? That is ridiculous!

falling into thunder
The lightning last night
Electric azure,
like crashing bolts, like silver swords
from the deep ebony above,
[the colors of your summer gaze]
there were no clouds,
[for they were floating in my mind]
his still image, in black and white, that smile
of candour
was like mudwater, filling up the gaps,
the blank, empty, deep voids
under my eyelids

I pull the blanket to my chin,
[flash, flash, boom goes the lightning above,
and i pretend to see a window shatter like ice,
[even shadows have deceased, to the brightest gleams of nowhere]

maybe you've awaken,
to this sound of a musical mess
perforating through
our dreamy, da

I am: PastI am always there,
Lingering behind.
And when you turn to stare,
I flit across your mind.

I haunt your dreams,
I give you peace
Our stories intertwine.
You cannot erase
So turn and face
The already written line.

You forget me-
You resent me
I am your darkest fear.
And though you may pretend,
Remember-
I am here.

I am a rainstorm- I am the sun
I am a moonbeam
I am one.
I am past.

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The sacrifice.

by `dragonfly-oli, Jun 15, 2012, 1:43:05 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

the ocean sings
the bluebirds fly
the shells will scream
their silent cry

when divers come
to get the pearl
you raised so long
for a little girl

five years you were working
for the final move
get it ready in time!
For the final approve

the diver
he CRACKS you
he SMACKS you
he HACKS you
and you were just shielding
your little pearl

and while you are sighing
the diver is smiling
and while you are dying
the princess is crying

'cause you had to die
for the princess' delight.

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The sacrifice.by `dragonfly-oli

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 `dragonfly-oli

My first attempt to write an English poem.
I was inspired by *BeauCyphre. He taught me not to think about what you write, just let your mind to it.
Let it flow.
And this is the result.

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*Thalana Jan 15, 2013

I am a lover of poetry - And my dear; This is Beautiful! Poetry should make you wonder, think, - recognize something you might have hidden deep inside - Or maybe give you all new knowledge about something. And much , much more. It may not give the same experience to all your readers, and it should not.

Poetry is a treasure from the authors spirit - And when shared; it becomes a treasure in the receivers spirit.
Thank you for sharing your treasure

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`dragonfly-oli Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

Thank you very much. This is my first piece of literature, and it is a great honor to hear your kind words.

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~lizzallen Aug 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Ooh I like it! I can never write good poetry and I'm a native English speaker. X3

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`dragonfly-oli Aug 19, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Thank you

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~lizzallen Aug 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Your welcome

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~Chukapix Jul 4, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

Really great

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`dragonfly-oli Jul 4, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Thank you

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~Chukapix Jul 5, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

Np

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`lintu47 Jun 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

_{Hello, your work has been selected to be in #Genuine-ART's Featured Corner.
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`dragonfly-oli Jun 23, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Thanks!

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