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posted by whitelion
A Wanderer A Dreamer



i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
anda were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh

i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house atau fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars

anda didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
anda berkata your chance at cinta had past anda by
i told I'm here so don't anda cry

our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light

anda were like my Juliet and i your romeo
anda cinta me i cinta anda that's all i need to know
no longer will anda dream of cinta that's true
no longer will i wander my cari has led to you
mawar are red.
Violets are blue.
Creative juices aren't flowing into my brain.
To create that electrical spark.
That makes the light bulb go blink.

Should the verses rhythm.
This poem is not sublime.
What the heck am I doing?
All I know is that mawar are red.
And violets are indeed blue.
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Just a poem I wrote for a school project that I thought was good and funny enough to share with the rest of anda guys. I hope anda somewhat enjoyed it. Thanks for membaca regardless, and have a delightful, magical day. Cheers yo.

 mawar and red and violets are blue.
Roses and red and violets are blue.
posted by A-k
I joined this site just today, i fell into menulis like i dont even remember when. Over years i've written plenty but never had a group atau a close friend, for one reason atau the other, to read to atau tampil em' what i write. Though some ones peak on from time to time and see whats up! And now im here, i post this to see how it goes..




Running from running, running from loving. Despite we know we r golden, sometimes we win nothing, n pleased, ya we have high self-esteem.
Attempt to always siek solitude, living in a lucid dream, alone in a shining dark room, shining cuz ma soul is free, grinning as...
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posted by jewelofawalker
One small crack, just one comment
It only took one day
To convince her life had a price
A cost she couldn't pay
Happiness was priced too high
Hopes dashed, she turned away

Esteem it took years to build
Torn down in one day
Years later, she still believes
What caused her mind to fray
She thinks she is not enough
And so she wastes away

Finally someone notices
Her life changes that day
Someone tampilkan that they care
Three words is all they say
Simple words she needs to hear
They ask, "Are anda okay?"



~an original poem oleh me~

~check out me and lebih of my poetry and menulis at quotev.com/sliverofstarlight~
posted by stickymonkey
I've learned that anda cannot make someone cinta you.
All anda can do is be someone who can be loved.
The rest is up to them.
I've learned that no matter how much I care,
some people just don't care back.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust
and only detik to destroy it.
I've learned that it's not what anda have in your life
but who anda have in your life that counts.
I've learned that anda can get oleh on charm for about fifteen minutes.
After that, you'd better know something.

I've learned that anda shouldn't compare yourself
to the best others can do,
but to the best anda can do.
I've learned that...
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That man anda called ugly for his face warped with scars
He fought for his country in the Vietnam War.
That girl anda called fat and laughed at will
She’s overdosing on diet pills.
That guy anda called lame for not owning a license
He has to support his family oleh building fences.
That girl anda felt anda had to trip in the hallway
Is being abused at halaman awal all night and all day.
That guy anda called stupid for not making his grades
Has a learning disability and has to take meds.
That fifteen-year-old girl with a child that anda called a slut
Was raped two years yang lalu and left in a rut.
You think anda know these...
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On this lonely road
I let my thoughts to fly
with this calm wind
and my warm tears drip fast,
Too fast as my jantung is yet calm...


This burden I have carried
For so long,
Now all I need is to be free,
To see sunny days with whole
its brightness,
Its calmness.


The path is still muddy
And wind still blows,
Playing this symphony for the
Lame's ones,
For the ones whose voices no one hears.


I was born to be the queen
Of sorrow,
To hate the ones who are like me,
To lament infinitely
With this loneliness and questions
That grieve my tormented soul.


My days,
Filled with the same pahit past
Enter deep into my mind,
Screaming and sobbing
In this dark room inside my brain
Where only God sees
the storm and mud and weeds of
My darkened thoughts.


I fear to travel there,
Inside my darkness and woe,
I fear to go back there,
I'd rather find some shell to
Run away,
Run away from myself.
posted by saracomet
I'm the toughest pastry maker who has ever baked a cake.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my kue, cookie and my cupcake will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.

anda have never seen a danish atau a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
anda can chew on them till doomsday, anda can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.

anda can whack them with a hammer, anda can hit them with a stick.
anda can stab them with a dagger, anda can beat them with a brick.
anda can drop them from an airplane, anda can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.

I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage anda to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" atau "water," I use Crazy Glue.
posted by saracomet
Peter passed a note today.
He gave the note to Anna.
She opened it and read it,
then she passed it on to Hannah.

The note made Hannah giggle
so she handed it to Cody,
who read it with a smile before
he slid the note to Brody.

Then Brody read the contents
and he gave it to Luann,
who opened it and chuckled
and directed it to Dan.

He read it with a snicker,
then he tossed the note to Jon
who couldn't help but chortle
as he passed it on to Sean.

The teacher heard us laughing
and she saw what Sean was holding.
She walked across the room
and took the note he was unfolding.

We thought we'd get in trouble,
but she gave it back to Sean
and smiled because it read,
"The teacher's awesome. Pass it on."
A brief note : The Lady Of Shalott is a poem that was written in the 1800's and it is loosely based on the story of Elaine & Sir Lancelot .




The Lady of Shalott
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Part I

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.


Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot....
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If only they could come to see,
atau they could realize.
That all the mixed-up crazy things
Are why she hides her eyes.
She's holding back the sadness,
But her face gives her away.
She takes no time to express it
Because she doesn't want to say.
Her jantung sinks like the setting sun,
Sadness has pushed her down.
The ones that know her all believe
That she can turn around.
But none of them can understand
Just what goes on inside.
Rain and tears and storms thrash on;
It's why she always cries.
She hurts too much to look beyond
The sadness in her mind.
So one can only hope for her,
That happiness she will find.
If only they could come to see,
atau they could realize.
All these things they're looking past;
They're why she hides her eyes.
added by irena83
Source: me... my work
posted by ThornedRose
life has won over death
you arrive
a joyuss look in your eyes
you were laughing
you were smiling
you were crawling
when anda took your first steps
you were mesmirized
you were running
you were jumping
you were making mud pies
clinging onto me
soon anda were older
to old for grownups
you played with your friends
you played sports
but anda still called me mommy
you were chasing after girls
you were failing your classes
you were making a mess of your world
soon anda betrayed me
you lied and anda cheated
you mencuri from me
you disapeared for days
you dropped out of school
you swore at me
you snuck into...
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A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

Take this ciuman upon the brow !
And, in parting from anda now,
Thus much let me avow
anda are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, atau in a day,
In a vision, atau in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see atau seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see atau seem
But a dream within a dream ?
posted by EmilyMJFan910
I was listening to bird of death from nisemonogatari (found it in an OST compilation, haven’t seen the anime) and I suddenly did a thing

why did I write this I’m not even sad


Dead white skin litters my arms like snowflakes,
And beautiful red blood falls in sad drips,
Making a picture on the colorless ground
Breathing doesn’t feel so good, it just burns
If I go, I’ll be okay
So I let myself go, freezing
My wrists are numb, but I can feel the blood
Dripping, dripping
The tall leafless pohon is dying, too
How does it feel, to have death looming
Because I’m so happy, living felt wrong
I could’ve...
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posted by Sinna_Hime_chan
One of my favorit poems of all time & perhaps someone would like to add lebih Byron atau make commentaries...

She Walks in Beauty 1814

"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy hari denies.

One shade the more, one sinar, ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
atau softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A jantung whose cinta is innocent!
"
Tapers

Two tapers in a dark room can only be seen
By the watcher
He stares in adoration
Of her
Of complete pride
His young thing
The malaikat themselves covet
The soft glow kisses her flawless skin
They dance on her features so strikingly
They cinta her
She knows they do
Only this sweet thing could have fallen
From god's hands himself
Complete sweetness drips
From the very tips of her fingers
As he tastes them one oleh one
Enticed
Enthralled
Entranced
Full of life and promise
Her very being delighted in his presence
The earth itself would bow down
If it could
Both waiting for more
A future
Plans take way in blissfulness...
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added by Lovetreehill
added by Rehan_yousufzai
Annabel Lee

It was many and many a tahun ago,
In a kingdom oleh the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom anda may know
oleh the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to cinta and be loved oleh me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom oleh the sea;
But we loved with a cinta that was lebih than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a cinta that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom oleh the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore...
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