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SilenceThey say speaking is silver and silence is gold,
In some cases it might be true.
But there is also a truth that goes untold,
Even if it might be quite blue.

Silence is sometimes bad,
Not always so don't get upset.
Some things that are evil can make us go mad,
Some things that are even a threat.

Even if your enemies will make your blood boil,
The silence of your friends will be what hurts you more.
Words might hurt us, but silence can torment us.

TearsFeel the rain dripping on your face
Sitting somewhere in an unknown place
You might just had your heart broken
Those feelings of yours go unspoken

Let the rain wash your pain away
Let it wash away and find your way
Let the rain slowly heal your wounds
It heals your heart and will hide your wounds

The rain will stay with you for years
It's one of those things that always cares
Because in the rain nobody will see your tears

Stars in the nightThe sun is just a star,
Like the others we can see from afar.
The sun is a source of life and light,
So why not the other stars we see at night?

Countless other worlds could exist.
They might be similar to ours but with a twist.
So maybe when we look up at the sky,
There might be someone looking back from up high.

There's more to this universe than we know,
But we are uncovering it's secrets, even if it's going slow.

Humiliation"Humiliation"

If I exist to teach a lesson
Then that lesson is to overcome
Any hardship or desire
Always fight; never run
Never give in to others
Or let them think that they won
We are all capable of strength
We will never be outdone
If I exist to show you how
Listen to what I have to say
Always do the best you can
And one day you'll find your way
Some exist to show us reasons
Why things are the way they are
And though their time may be short
They'll help us uncover scars
Everyone has a purpose
Even if you don't know it yet
Your existence affects others
There are those I won't forget
No matter how real the pain
Or how s

Life Life.
What does exactly life mean?
Let me crawl out of my dark corner and spit out my own definition. Let me shed these words before it becomes illegal. Let me crawl out for a moment; after I finish you can toss me and my ripped soul back in my gap. You can laugh at me and my foolish words. You can spit on my face and step on my heart.
And I know you will.
Life.
Life is built of silly, great, sweet, glorious, uplifting, cheerful, colored lies that we are used to call dreams. You can claim that I'm insane but try to analyze your dreams for a moment. Try to grab those sweet words you whisper to yourself every night. You can try but it w

Just Listen"Just Listen"

I rely on you as my safety

Net in hopes that maybe

When I'm lost in the snow

And don't know where to go

You'll listen as I speak

Quietly I grow weak

I want no advice

I've listened to you twice

A calm heart in the clouds

What happened to you now?

I don't want you to say

"Hey, you can go this way."

I just need you to listen

As my eyes slowly glisten

From tears like a sheep

That I am when I weep

Or maybe like a lamb

I can be gentle when I am

Listening to you

And all that you've been through

Even wolves can break

Sometimes I can't shake

The loneliness I feel

This is all too real

I am human after all

My body

CourageEverybody will have one or multiple fears,
Some of them can bring us to tears.
Our fears will never leave us,
A fear is something we will always possess.

When we face that which we fear,
Even if it's only once a year.
We might be scared to death,
Slowly trying to get control over our breath.
Our heart is beating at a much faster pace,
We might even try to maintain a straight face.

Someone who is courageous,
Even if what that person does might be outrageous.
Is somebody who still fears like you and me,
But who still dares to be and think free.

True courage is not hiding from your fear,
But to face your fear head on, even if you'

Sunday MorningPoles hung like partial crucifixions,
Throw out lines to catch congregations
of small chattering birds,
Irreverently waiting for a miracle.
A lone seagull coasts through the grey,
Searching for the Atlantic,
that rocky shore a thousand miles away.
Will you settle for a lake
that imagines itself an ocean,
or pine until you are dust
for the salt-stung air?

WarI looked up to see him get shot. I looked up to see him die. I looked up to see his last moment in life. I ran across the street to him. To save him. But it was to late.

I looked down at my brother's face. The happy and warm brother I once had, is now cold and dead. A tear slipt down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. I can't show my emotion. It was the first thing my brother had taught me.

I took my brother's gun he had in his belt. I checked the chamber. Good, it was still loaded. Still crouching, I aimed at my enemy and fired. The soldier jumped in fright as my bullet whizzed past his head. He turned and focused on me.

"I'm gonna get yo

Alone I Sit Forever MoreAlone I sit forever more
Alone in this Dark room.

I once had a light,
A light I shared with one.
but she got up and
took my light
and left me in the dark.

Alone I sit forever more,
Alone I sit tonight.

Never ChangeTrust and honesty
is such a rare commodity
rarely given for trade
since all can be betrayed

But here I am asking you
knowing such fragility
Like a beam of light through the storm
where we break what is the norm

Asking you to be always true
Asking you to be a real friend
someone that could always be relied on
Not only at the start but also at the end

And I know you've been hurt
more than we could ever count
But even when there's all sort
of people that has an evil bout

Never give up or give in
I want to protect you from their taint
cause I already have seen
the bad picture they would paint

Making you from being hyper and ha

The TragedyThese words,
These haunting, midnight words,
Trampling once more upon this soured heart,
Trickling down from base indulgence onto the foreground,
In poisonous yellow circles, have begun again in their monthly screeching.
As if flowing from the Heavens in rays of moonlight,
They enter from surrounding windows into this humid chamber,
To torment a wearied sensibility into confession, into furious condemnation.
Lost swirling within these constricted capillaries and nerve endings,
They search fervently for dormant inspiration,
That internal, eternal basin from which the inexpressible emerges,
And yet......
...and y

Roses are RedYou are a rose that grows in the garden
A beauty shown for all to see
But it means your thorns must harden
If you want to protect yourself from me

Such a lovely flower looks so frail
Sheltered by a picket fence
Beware it does not become your jail
A prison for your own defense

The garden rose grows much too quickly
Then petals fall before autumn's leaves
But the wild rose whose thorns are prickly
Knows she is safe from beauty's thieves

d e p r e s s i o nMy shadow is conspiring against me.
Won't you help me hide?
It used to be nice...but it's trying to hurt me again.
The stronger the sunlight, the greater intensity of happiness...
The darker it becomes; the more noticeable.
I can't run away.
It follows me everywhere.
Can't you help me hide?
It's with me from the moment the sun rises, until darkness falls again.
Sweet, merciful darkness...my shadow can't find me in the dark.
It leaves, just long enough to let me dream,
but when morning comes,
it's there when I open my eyes...
reminding me that the dreams weren't real.
Please, help me hide?
I can often loose it for a little while;
Laugh at a joke, smile at a song...
But it finds me again,
And proceeds to turn my emotional volume nob down,
Until I can barely hear my own happiness.
It's hard for people to tell.
I'm a fantastic actress.
You used to be the one thing that my shadow was afraid of...
It's brave, now... it's not scared of you anymore.
Please, can yo

InsomniaThe covers are warm and comfortable

The mattress thick and soft

The moon is high and the crickets singing

I have walked a thousand miles
My muscles ache

I have kept my contacts in too long
My eyes are red and weary

I am exhausted
Tired and longing for respite

Tossing and turning
My mind will not shut off
My eyes will not close

So I write

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House

by ~Koratoshisfriend, Oct 4, 2012, 11:54:14 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

You see that old house up there?
Standing there up on that small hill
It's the one with that old rocking chair
When you look at it, do you feel a chill?

A chill running down your spine,
Striking you with a sense of fear.
The sight is something you can't define
But the sight alone will make your eyes tear.

The history behind the house is lost,
The people in town, do not yet know.
How the house had survived the frost.
Now there always sits a crow.

A crow sitting on the old rocking chair,
Guarding the house like it's owner did.
In the crow's eye is a small tear,
Looking where it's owner hid.

Houseby ~Koratoshisfriend

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

...
I really suck at making up titles xD

okay let's ask a good question
What do the following numbers (in this order) have to do with the poem?
7-8-9-10-7-8-9-10-10-9-8-7-10-9-8-7

Everybody reading this have a nice day and hope to see ya again sometime

Written by Jerrel Simons
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~JaffaGurl Oct 8, 2012

Ooh yeah! It's the number of syllables in each line! and I didn't look at the comments until after I worked it out honest ^_^
Great poem btw!

~Koratoshisfriend Oct 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

you got it correct xD
and thanks for reading

~JaffaGurl Oct 9, 2012

No probs

~Koratoshisfriend Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

~IchiHitsuFangirl Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

*reads other comments* I know! It's the syllables! I is so smart xD

~Koratoshisfriend Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

no shit xD

~Feanor-the-Dragon Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Wow... Chilling.
And those numbers... are the syllabic patterns, or whatever that is supposed to be called xD... The number of syllables to each line.

~Koratoshisfriend Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

yes that's true

~Kailani-e Oct 4, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

xD ^^ Awesome sauce!~ (but I already told you this haven't I ^^) xD I still love the syllable scheme!

~Koratoshisfriend Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thanks xD

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