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Stars In Your EyesEvery cloud
has a silver lining
I've heard that
too many times

It's raining again.

You keep on smiling,
dancing in the rain
Your eyes
don't belong to this world

They shine like a thousand suns

Stars in your eyes.
A black cloud
is covering mine
I wonder
what you see

The black cloud
has no silver lining
say what you say
it's pitch black

but still
you keep on smiling,
dancing in the rain
What do you see?

The sun shines
making the clouds go grey
I hate colors
but no,
I could never hate you

FocusFocus on the way your eyes light up,
the way you make me feel when our hearts touch;
Focus on the laughter that warms the dark,
the way you make the emptiness fill up.

Focus on the way you smile a secret,
the tilt of your lips and the humor in your skin.
Focus on the way you've pulled me in;
the bright, bright grin
the softly falling steps and music blending in.

Focus on the way your eyes light up,
the way you make me feel when our hearts touch,
Focus on the dreams that you've set free,
focus on you, focus on me.

Focus on the way that I see you,
the little things, the perfection you deny
Focus on the thing we call beauty
look

DoorsWhen the door of happiness closes, another opens. But often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.

There is a light from the door
It calls me over more
But the door I was walking to
Gave happiness in an unforgettable hue
They say when one door closes another one opens
As though someone opens it for us
But often the one that opens closes it with our own fuss
So when that door to my happiness is shut
I find myself so alone and cut
I long to stare at that closed door
The cold seeps to my core

I just want to stare
As long as I can bare
No one ever wants to let go
The boat f

How I miss youyou with your beautiful smile,
are you watching over me?
do you see the pain I'm in?
I want to be with you.
hold you and never let go.
fill this empty hole,
my other half, my soul mate.
why did you have to leave?
you where my everything.
I'm only left with questions.
asking myself why, why you?
and now that you're gone
I feel empty and alone
people don't know,
how much I miss you.

FormlessFormless mist hung over
The green sward,
Where the passing vapors roam
Like specters on a haunt
Lingering till sun reveals
Empty space.

I AM...I am a homosexual, a bisexual,
I am a gay, a lesbian,
I am a transsexual, a queer.

I don't want to be shunned,
I don't want to be insecure,
I don't want to be abused.

I wish to feel normal,
I wish to fit in,
I wish to be loved.

I am the same person that's your friend…
I am the same person I was before…
I am the same person you love…

TrappedI rarely feel like I've said all that there is for me to say
And I often feel like I'm past the point of speaking long ago
I only get further suffocated by our endless streams of uttered thoughts
That hide true feelings trapped inside
But if you read between the lines
That's where all my intentions linger
That's where I may or may not be the one you love
That's where I stay trapped

Your LoveYour Love

Is the

DEEPEST
Ocean I've ever swam in
And enjoyed

I don't want to leave you
Or your
Sandy shores
I don't want to
Swim up for air
Just when I've found every hidden treasure

I don't want to
Dry off
Because I'd rather drown
In your love
Then face any other part of the
'OTHER' world

I want you
To be my world
My ocean
My Sea
Take me
In your arms
Set me free
Let me
Drown
In your love

I
Can find
Every nook
Every cranny
I know every
Living being
Within your waves
Your loving
Everlasting
Embrace

Love me

Drown me
Drag me under
I'd rather die with you
Be with you
Stay
Within you
Then be thrust in

The Loudest LaughThe loudest laugh,
The wettest tears.
The biggest smile,
The greatest sorrow.
What's behind the make-up,
The mask he always wears,
Is a symphony of sadness
That eats him like a bear.
Always happy,
Yet ever so sad.
He acts and reacts,
as if he weren't mad.
Always hiding,
Always just fine.
Never finding
A reason to be glad.
The mask he wears is not his choice,
He'd like to remove it,
And hope they'll hear his voice.
But he knows it would scare them,
Make them think he needed help,
more help than was necessary.
They'd drug him,
Lock him away.
Paint the world with rainbows and waffles.
Or, they'd think him a fake,
Believ

Love Heals NothingTen months later,
I feel that I’ve aged well beyond my years.
Every once in a while, I think back,
and it still brings me to tears.

Sometimes they come without warning;
I’ll cry over movies and cheesy television shows.
But, what really gets to me
are the things that no one knows.

So, I'll just sit and spit out static;
a cold caress for dormant ears.
Love, like laughter, does no true healing -
in truth, it fades & disappears.

Distance gets the best of us.
We cling to what's left, and it shows
in our small, shaky steps and the way we accept
second-best for ourselves, I suppose.

You don’t know
what I went through

Threadswithin the thin threads of a soul
I've found the tangles of a strong love
and death's cloak
reborn

The Old ManThe Old Man

I worked at a nursing home where,
many often missed their deceased spouses.
Sometimes, a picture would calm them,
sometimes a scent of their wives' blouses.

As tears would roll down their wrinkled cheeks,
I'd bring out a picture, filled with hugs and smiles.
Many times, they'd finally remain quiet,
they'd remain calm until dinner, or even a longer while.

But there was one man, who,
no matter what I'd say or do,
never calmed down, never stayed still,
never put down the dirtied tissue.

When I showed him the picture of his wife,
a big smile on her face, a bigger hat on her head,
he stared at the black and white for a w

Their Stories I've read so many stories,
yet none appeal to me
I want the weak minded thought's,
I want to know their dreams

I'm sick of strong male characters,
and feisty female minds
I want someone who can't take it,
someone who's lost the fight

I want the truth behind the lies
Not the mask that hides the shy

I want their inner feelings,their core
I want to know their hearts, do they feel remorse?

I want to know their fears, their worries
I need to know who they are, their stories

Starry NightIt was a starry night
when I chose your eyes
from all fixed stars to be the ones
to illuminate my night skies

It was a starry night, we
sat on the rooftop and I
didn´t want to touch you because then
I wouldn´t be able to let you go anymore

It was a starry night, the stars
were dancing through the galaxies and
wrote our names on the ink-black sky

It was a starry night when you could
hear the voice of the universe
and we recognized our own insignificance-
when we sat there in infinite power,
risen above the city lights

It was a starry night when I was afraid
that the next moment anyone would
make the march of

Silence is Golden....It feels like it has been ages
Yes, so long
Pens fill up notebook pages
Too far gone
Words fade to obscurity
Between hushed lips
Against an air of withering vitality
A wounded ship
Silence is golden except
When gold is in the heart
And there is a one footed step
Walking in circles from the start
Straighten the path, two steps at a time
Move forward and patch the wounds
Heal the scars, see the sunshine
Spoken word knows no bounds
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Fire Child

by ~PyroNinja999, Jun 29, 2012, 10:06:01 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

You told me not to go out at night,
Because of the mangled corpse dumped at our neighbor's house.

But you know me,
And the crazy lurking behind these eyes.
You know I can't live without a little rebellion.

So build me a bonfire to dance around,
And I'll scream at the sky, crush stars beneath my feet.
Stack the branches high, let me climb to the top
And drop the match from hands soaked in gasoline.

You thought the purple haze was just a notion
In a dream-addled brain, nothing for the sane person to bother with,
And you were right!
So what does that say about us?
We lost the world before we found ourselves. (We just had to lose it all.)

It's not that we're losers ourselves;
We'll gladly tear the guts out of those who would subdue us!
It's that this world isn't ours, never was, isn't good enough.
It's that we're always out for more, ripping chunks from the universe
With teeth sharpened on a lack of remorse.
We'll ring our eyes in ash and scare the complacent from their beds.

We'll call ourselves "monsters" and learn to cut with our words,
Burn ourselves clean of fear and anger and pain.
We'll become furies and take revenge on sorrow!
I'm sick of doing what I'm told –
Build me a bonfire and we'll burn this world to the ground,
And forge a new one from the glowing embers –
With our own two bloody hands!

Fire Childby ~PyroNinja999

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

My friend read this and immediately went "somebody wants a bonfire..."

Who DOESN'T want a bonfire? AHAHAHAA, LET THE CRAZIES OUT!

*ahem* Anyway. This one's pretty straightforward. Don't you ever just get tired as fucking hell of doing what you're told? Don't you ever look at the way society wants you to be and say "I won't be this way. It's not worth it"? It's like all anyone wants is to be angry because they're all in so much pain, and society says "that's okay! Be angry and vengeful all your life! That's human!"

If it is just "human", then that's not good enough, damn it. Rip the scars off your skin and be new. Be who YOU are, not who they want you to be.

The part about the body dumped down the road from our house is true, although it happened several years ago and we haven't had a similar incident since. I don't think the victim was ever identified, either. The entire thing is pretty sad, but it does make an interesting story to tell on Halloween.