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Who am I?                      "I am me.."

               Who ever that may be.

                           Made by a world,

                Not easily understood.

Sapphire CastlesLavished in celestial streams of rich azure,
her voice weaves thru star-systems with song
Depthless eyes fabled in mystery furnish worlds,
as conquests of time fold into silence...
She is the mystique of the cosmos — 'elixir immortale,
embalming the wilderness of dreams
O'er a thousand skies captive in the fever of her ocean;
my breath anchors, where a life-time of souls drown
in brushed whispers of candle flame

Kingdoms of passion unveil in ethereal tides,
as the sun traces her finger tips over my skin
Burning in Pleiadian mythology — I reach into vistas
of indigo towards the lips of a Goddess
Unto sapphire castles I s

We kill angelsWe take the kindness for granted when
We think that we deserve it but then
The angel we owe this to falls finally
We wonder aloud and we wonder why
And over the angel we broke we cry
Still we can't see we caused it initially

It's too easy to make angels fall
While wond'ring "Where are the angels all?"
It's so easy to push them over the edge
By demanding and taking it all, yet
We never give, never repay the debt
Tell me, what excuse do we have to allege?

Oh, leeches we are, vampires feeding
On angels' hearts, don't see they're needing
Kind words once in a while, arms to hold them, too
Why do we not tell them they are precious
I

In Spirit"In Spirit"

I faded away into a dream

Of you and I and our favorite place

And I waited there until it seemed

There were no more stars to trace

I patiently stayed where you always told me

Was your favorite place to play as kids

Where we let our fears float down stream

Where I could always find you if you hid

Beneath the tree of solace by the brooks

I would wait and you'd always show

No matter how long it ever took

Even if it became twenty below

The one place we could count on

If one of our lives went awry

Where we would talk until dawn

Where we would laugh and cry

And everyday we would meet here

Under branches that sway

As k

Painted PicturePaint me a picture of tender eyes
of determined love, of countless tries,
paint it the soft hues of blue
paint with every love that is true.

Paint it with your beating heart
paint it with the abuse that tore things apart
paint it with your every sin
paint it with the blood on your skin.

Don't forget to do it with sorrow
or the feeling of an uncertain tomorrow.
When you paint it, remember me
because sometimes you're all I can see.

Paint me a picture of the past
of when time didn't move so fast,
paint me a picture of loneliness
and across my cheek please brush a kiss.

pumpkins, pogo-sticks, and lip-to-lip
dear october.

the leaves haven't fallen yet.
maybe this year, they will not.
i am sick of things dying prettier than they live.

i am walking streets full of dead carcasses
and making sure to step on them to feel the bones crack
beneath my feet and it makes me feel powerful
and alive and deadly and beautiful.

i am three months away from january
and my unfulfilled new year's resolution is still
sitting heavily on my collarbone, trickling down my ribs
melting into the soles of my shoes.

last year, i celebrated the new year in my friend's friend's apartment
in india and two minutes after the countdown was over,
people set off fire

Catacombs!Catacombs where slumbering dead
Have slipped from life, emotions shed
Blistering dark, insects creep
Crypt will its secrets keep.

Concrete world, doom laden grey
Remember occupants had their day
Marble guardian down through years
Stoic resolve shows no fear.

Blank eyes stare give nothing away
Serious though, judgement day
Dust motes dance display macabre
Sign of life? movement starved.

Tourists come, quickly leave
No place for life quickly perceived
Eager to join life's happy melee
Memories fade and so will we.

2012 Delice1941
14th August2012

Shh. (Extended)Shh, and hear the silent scream
Of the girl you used to be.

Blink; let her flash before your eyes
Let her smile take you by surprise.

Isn't the sight of those curved lips strange?
Stranger - how quickly this life can change.

Notice how she doesn't reek of pain.
The purity of her soul is difficult to obtain.

Wait...do echoes of the past have a soul?

The KeyCut from diamonds
Clear and cold
Gilt in silver
On a chain of gold

Not just gems
It's plain to see
Upon a golden chain
Hangs a diamond key

It unlocks my heart
And all it contains
My joy and my cares,
My love and my pains

The key was mine
But with no more ado
I present it now
As a gift, to you

I wanted to make friends

The psychiatrist held the door as a hesitant child of age eight walked in and sat on the small stool. The psychiatrist sat opposite to him.

"Hello George, I am Dr. Majid. How are you doing?"

"I am sad Doctor No one plays with me and I am always alone at school."

"I am sure it will be fine after some days. So George, do you know why I have called you here?"

"No… I don't know"

"Well then George you know about Shelly? You know what happened to her?"

"Yes Doctor I know. Why?"

"I want to know what happened when you last saw Shelly. Everything okay George? This is very important"

"Okay Dr…"

"Can you please tell me what happened?"

WaitingThere he sits again, right at the door,
So he won't miss her when she comes.
Watching with those hopeful eyes,
Unmoving, undistracted. Waiting.

A crash disturbed the silence,
The noise echoing through dark streets,
And blood painting the concrete roads,
As the fragile body hit the ground.

His little paws, they stand unmoving,
His lively body sitting still,
Only his nose twitching, once in a while,
Hoping to catch the familiar scent.

The piercing wail of sirens followed,
Announcing the disaster
To the crowd that gathered at the scene,
As helpers lift her in the car.

For weeks he's been coming,
Every afternoon he sits to wait,

The little thingsThe little things they said,
Are what matters the most.
Hello! Goodbye! Can I help you?
Providing aid to some lonely ghost.
Are all forgotten in the blink of an eye.

I'll walk into a room and say good morning!
Noone looks up, but a few albeit they were yawning.
I'll stand in line, waiting on my turn.
A gentleman cuts in front, looking quite stern.
A passerby bumps into me and spills coffee on my shoe.
Not a word of apology, even as I smile "Hey, howdy do?"

I'll stand on the sidewalk next to a puddle so clear.
A driver will pass, splashing me while the street kids cheer.
I'll leave my phone unattended next to my l

BlindBlind

The colors themselves though they may try to disguise,
form a beautiful picture from the rainbow inside.
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide,
I'll show you each shade and I'll stay your guide.

It sounds like a melody the pen on paper,
I'll be quick to step in should your hands ever waver.
At times it's a whisper gently coaching each color,
but together were something each color a wonder.

Color, tastes like skittles,
it's not the shade outside,
but the flavor in the middle

The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers,
Soft and velvety as rough hands guide their shapes.
Tiny drops of paint are

Beyond...Beyond the sea of loneliness
And past forgotten shores
There is a realm of mystery
Though few can find its door

A world of dreams and wishes
Where cats fly in the sky
Puppies sail boats on rivers
With no one asking why?

Pilgrims travel silver paths
Their guide a plain white dove
Like ark's in search of land
These hearts just look for love

Here poets write with moonbeams
And paint what's in their heart
Never fearing brokenness
For hurt just plays a part

How sweet this place of wonder
Where rainbows serve as slides
And butterflies will lift you
To take that magic ride

And yet for all its splendor
There's something here I mi

ImagineI watched you sitting there, in front of the window, alone
with the scent of night, as if you were caught in
a moonbeam spider web, alone
with pen and paper

I love to watch you
writing left-handed,
as if your words needed protection
With this absent-minded look
in your ocean blue eyes
which see more than all the others see - maybe
they see things more clearly, or rather
they see them how they really are

I love to watch you
breathing life into dead things
and turning sentences into melodies
How you´re able to give the little things significance
and write down what life keeps quiet about
You can make the stones cry and
bring a smile on th

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*4sauce4 Oct 5, 2012 Student Writer

It's so much easier to check out a picture - something visual - than to read a block of text.
People just love the easy things.
What they don't know is how much harder that makes things for us novelists and poets.

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yeah - i hate to say it but i'm one of those people that struggles to read things online. oh the irony...

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