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Maiden By The Bay“Maiden By The Bay”

Every now and then across the water at night
A lady can be seen dressed in long silky white
She dances along the water as elusive as a bird
Her beauty so astounding I can not put into words
Her movements so graceful they shift the moon’s release
On the gravity of the earth; every crevice and crease
If the world were to fall apart around her piece by piece
Her dancing would never cease but only increase

And I wait for every day to end so I can say
I have seen this great maiden by the bay

The flowers enveloping her sing in harmony with the bees
The trees bend their barks and their branches tease
The ne
Hush me quietI need a protection
a shield, something to soften up the edges
Where is my salvation?
Someone who will rise me up,
shine with me
and be my back up
Someone who will fight with me
I know, I know darling
It's not your job
None of this is your fault, I should really quit whining
You just got unlucky baby
stumbling upon little me
But I really think you're what I need
What I've been waiting, searching and hoping for
All just to get trough another day, you must lead

So if I reach out my hand to grab yours
if I ask nicely,
and bow my head down to admit your kindness
Will you be it?
Will you look me in the eyes and feel mercy?
Will you take my hand,
Shadow Kiss
Red lipstick stains her windowpane
She’s unbeknownst to lovers' eyes.
Although her soul may ache with pain
One wonders why she never cries.

Her lips they trace a victims face
She’s torn her heart out like a weed.
Although her body rips like lace
One wonders why she doesn’t bleed.

Nightfall beckons her weary mind
She plays in shadows amongst the creeps.
Although the truth she cannot find
One wonders why she never sleeps.

She breathes in a flutter of nervous lust
While her amber skin presses onto him.
To whom the one she can entrust?
Then sadness breaks her body’s whim.

Something is stirring deep down inside
An impr
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,

                    [dragon's blood
                                  and phoenix down]

And her Prince Charming has yet to come,

                    [glass slippers
                                   shattering like stars]

So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,

                    [enchanted forests
                                   concealing poisoned apples]

Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,

                    [cursed beasts
                                   tearing down castle walls]

Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,

     
Just One MoreJust One more

Just a cut.
Just a scratch.

"What's that mark.?"
"It was the cat."

Just an excuse.
Just another lie.

"What's with all the bracelets.?"
"Just fashion, why.?"

Just a tear.
Just a scream.

"Why were you crying.?"
"Just a bad dream."

-But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie. It's always 'just one more' until you die
PerfectionPerfection.

She lodges her fingers down her throat.

Clasping onto the wall as she recklessly chokes.

She reinserts her fingers back in forcibly.

Deliriously trying to make her body thinner.

She swoons and slumps to the floor nauseously

As she attempts to regurgitate her dinner.

Her throat aches as she screeches out coarsely,

With her hand covering the image in the mirror.

Her head now rests on the on the rim of the toilet seat.

She wants to eat but she just has not got in her.

She desperately begins to scream out inaudibly.

Her mouth now tastes of something pulpy and bitter.

She examines the red color of the fluid cautiously.

Re
Love To KillHe whispered in my ear, "Baby can I hug you around the neck?
Your eyes really brighten up when you cry,
Judging by the marks on your wrist you already want to die."

Trying to recover and stop loving you,
But my heart has a mind of its own,
And I can never find better then you.

"You deserve everything that's coming for you.
Everything you do makes me rageful,
I can barely stand to see you breathe.
Now blow me a kiss as you're on your knees."

Each bruise is a mistake, and truly made of love.
I know how his heart of stone really feels,
I just have to mine through the bitterness.

"You won't ever leave,
Don't you know what my dad did to me?
Yo
ClearMy box is transparent,
For all to see,
The reflection is happy,
In her crystal clear cage,
But my heart is screaming,
 In absolute rage,
"Cant you see me!?"
"Don't you care!?"
"Im in agony over here!"
 
I watch you pass me,
And my crystal prison,
Tears clouding my vision,
Yet the reflection she dances,
Not a care in the world,
"What a sweet, happy girl!"
You call to my projection,
Her babblings stupid and worthless,
I hate the reflection,
Her sweet, funny perfection,
"Im not mindless!"
"Just hurt..."
My whispers fall flat in the dirt.
 
"This box is just glass!"
"Cant we break it? Cant we try?"
My fists pound on the glass,
That's kept me so long,
Making me feel so cheap,
So dirty and wrong,
"Is there somethi
Dying to be BeautifulDying to be beautiful
How far does it go
How deep can it get
How dark can it pull

When nothing holds you together
But layers of makeup on sunken cheeks
And your bones so frail they
Shatter from sobbing
Your heart so weak
You cannot risk loving

Your world so painful,
Through gray misty eyes
From the outline of ribs
To the protruding bone spines
I clearly see, you’re dying
Yes, dying to be beautiful

I wish somebody would tell you
The secret of beauty
It comes from the heart
The inside out
Not the outside in

But still how far will you go
How deep will you get
How dark will you go
Until you realize
You’re dying
Just to be
In The Darkness...In the Darkness
I can see You...

As if You were beside me
and had never let me go...

Even when I close my eyes
at night, You are there...

But I know you are holding and
being held by someone else now...

And it kills me,
every single time...

The heart wrenching tears that I cry,
should at least blur my vision of You...

To deter or hide away,
Your haunting beauty...

But they do not and
I carry on suffering...

I cover my shuttered eye lids
with the palms of my hands...

As if to deny,
all possible light...

I grind the heals into them,
but I start seeing bright stars...

And alas, You're still here
torturing me sadistically...

I scream
Just One MoreIt's always just a little bit,
Just a little bit more
But deep down you know the score
Because there'll always be
Just one more.

Tell yourself whatever you want
Whatever you wanna hear
But deep down you'll always fear
That dangerous idea of
Just one more.

Lie to everyone 'til they see
'Til they see you for you
But deep down they'll never see through
'Cause there's that precious
Just one more.
For My Love LostShe is not like the rest.
She is rude and full of energy.
She is kind and tenderly.
She is strong and confident.
She is skilled and intelligent.
She is outgoing and inappropriate.
And I think it was seven years ago that I kissed her.
She is not like the rest.
She is tall and yet she is never dressed for the occasion.
She is fair and yet she is rugged.
She is slim and yet she is well endowed.
She is powerful and yet she is soft to the touch.
She is a friend and yet she is almost family.
And I think that I still love her.
She is not like the rest.
She is equipped with icy eyes and a fire mane.
She is equipped with weapons for life and in a game.
She is equipped with cargo pants and usually wears a tank-top.
She is equipped with a guitar and a voice beyond beautiful.
She is equipped with rebel and loving qualities as if they are one.
She is equipped with a mind engaged and a heart warm as the sun.
And I think that I still miss her.
I can only wish that she did not only live on now in my l
You Can Be A Poet“You Can Be A Poet”

I guarantee everyone is a poet
But I am willing to bet not many know it
Forming a poem is a simple task
Just string words on paper that seem to mask
Your hidden feelings on a certain subject
Or how you wish this world could be perfect

Not all poems have to be deep in meaning
And indeed even the simplest poems can be quite deceiving
This poem for example exists
Without any misdirection or twists
The focus of this poem is to provide
A helpful little guide
On how to write the absolute best
And bring out the skills everyone does possess

Poems work to magnificent avail
If one decides to retell a tale
Poems allow
DreamscapesCaught on a tight-rope between moon beams
somewhere hidden within a dream

A landscape of stars scatter at the touch of the brush
only to come together in a spiral that dances in a dizzying rush

Teetering neither to the right nor to the left
playing a game of balance tip-toeing just on the center line

Watching the metronome swing as two stars collide and intertwine
creating an explosion in iridescent hues and a fusion of harmonic tunes

As I catch a drift off a comet's tail and free-fall through the center
to wake up in bed and realize its all just a dream...

................just a dream

........................just a dream

.............
I'm the little girlI'm the little girl
who doesn't sleep very well

I'm the little girl
Who writes in the dark

I'm the little girl
Who barely see's what's going down

I'm the little girl
With the pills in her hand
who doesn't know what it's like to be gone
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Still it stands
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Damaged and broken
It has been forgotten
The stairs are broken
Which wood has been rotten

The master of the household
Has left it in pain
because there was nothing he had to gain

These walls may hold
Secrets of the past
But life has left this house
All too fast
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People will stare
A stranger in town
That is sitting down at the square

Perhaps he is lost
Perhaps he is found
No answer to this question could be found

People might ask
'What are you wandering for?'
'Are you lost?'

And then you will say
'Just because I wander'
'Doesn't mean I'm lost'
'Cause I know exactly what I'm wandering for'
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It takes away the pain
It gives a new start
and makes some people create art

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and makes me smell less foul

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because when it's raining nobody can see my tears

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A poem about love

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Love consists out of pain
Love consists out of desire
Love is what I admire
Love always fights against my brain

Love is despising
Love is passion
Love is not a piece of fashion
Love is always surprising

None of these things are untrue
Love is enough to make one weep
That is love as it seems

Yet when I think of  you
I simply can’t fall asleep
Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams

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A poem about loveby ~Koratoshisfriend

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Reason for uploading this:
Valentines day?
No, it's my DA anniversary soon so I thought I should at least upload something.
Recovering from a writer's block so this clearly is not the best work, however, I am working on two better ones to be uploaded somewhere around this week.
Also one of my best friends birthday is on the 15th please give say happy (early) birthday to her if you have the time.

Please leave feedback.

Written by Jerrel Simons
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“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss
©2013 ~Koratoshisfriend
Category: Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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*forbravery Mar 7, 2013  Student Writer
A better, fairer critique:

You have this concept of love, and I appreciate how you do not simply ignore all of the negative aspects of being in love while emphasizing the good things about it, because love can really suck, depending on the situation.

Something interesting about your poem was the line "love is not a piece of fashion", which of course rhymes with passion, fitting your pattern and technique for the first half of the piece. I like this line but I don't know how to respond to it, because I believe that sometimes love is very much fashionable, and people broadcast how fashionable it is through expensive marriages and frequently posting pictures on social networking sites. At the same time, it is unlike fashion because true love shouldn't simply "go out of style" so to speak, so I really liked the line.

You stick with the rhyme scheme and then deviate from it towards the end, transitioning into a different scheme. The transition is unexpected but pleasant because it makes the piece feel not generic like love poems frequently tend to be.

It is a sweet poem, I hope that whoever this is directed towards knows how much you love them, and how lucky they are.

I read a poem once about how the only people who live forever are those who fall in love with poets and writers, because their lover will write about them and the poetry or prose will stay with the world long after both of them have passed away. It was kind of romantic.
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~Koratoshisfriend Mar 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so very much
Do you have any tips on how I can improve?
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~PsychScm Feb 19, 2013
I like how it begins. I like when rhyme creates rhythm (or if there is only rhythm in the case of free verse), it makes a poem melodic a little bit, makes it sound like a whole, changing a little, jumping like boat floating from one wave to another. But then it breaks (from the "Love is always surprising"), jumping too strong. And it doesn't look like whole, I think.
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~Koratoshisfriend Mar 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I see, thanks for the tip
I would try to alter it but I think since quite some people have already read it so it would kind of be wrong to them to suddenly change it.
However, I will keep it in mind for when I am writing something else. ^^
Thank you again
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~PsychScm Mar 6, 2013
Well, it's just my opinion and others may think different. :)
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~Koratoshisfriend Apr 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It's okay ^^
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Mood: Love ~Monininicka Feb 19, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
wow this is amazing mate! :3 your poems are really nice x)
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~Koratoshisfriend Mar 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
glad you like it ^^
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~Monininicka Mar 2, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
^^
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~Koratoshisfriend Mar 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:D
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