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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.

love is hurtingThe beautiful days we held so close, I once said to 'hello' to you.
Our meeting was brief, and simple.
Caring, and kind.
We left with helpless hearts.
Neither regretting, nor forgetting.

Our meeting place, once helped me smile.
Overcoming each day.

I still wish for the past,
with crying into my hands, at last.
Letting lose the tears,
I know I shouldn't fear.
You tell me "You'll move on".

But the glass still digs into my skin, and prickles each time I see you.
Wandering like I'm not here.

I touch my lips, and hope for yours to return.
The tears keep streaming, never forgetting.

Ink GravesLetterless words and pageless books-
and ink blots on the flowers;
Ghosts scratch their heads and tap their pens,
all across the hours.

Winds can howl and cease to be,
by one twitch of my pen;
I spoke of writing a poem tonight,
and by dawn I've written ten.

Emily sits aside nobody,
the Raven, above, waits;
Frost dances in a yellow wood,
among the long lost dates.

A tall, well spoken willow,
looms over the grave;
Protecting every dated word,
and every thought they gave.

I crumple another masterpiece,
with thoughts I'd thought to save;
and as it strikes the baset bottom,
it rests in its ink grave.

Colours I Never TastedIt is not worth escaping over.
No, sometimes the sun rises lopsided in the horizon and the
clink of glasses against teeth sets irate neurones off in your mind cavity
and fireflies extinguish on car windscreens in rain storms. Sometimes
August drops down into lake reflections and sometimes October never
sends a breeze to whisper into your ears. But they teach you that all of
that is okay, even when you're watching sunflowers writhe towards the
sun with grey blankets over humid-day hair.
There will always be a dawn. Stay awake for it.

You are not truly living until you have breathed.
And by that, I mean, take two feet and place them o

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'

Ghost StoryWhat is this
on the next horizon
holding strong against the wind,
it is a figment,
it is an oil stain,
it is something
less than a blur
and more than a photograph.

Passion

Passion is like a flame,
It's never the same.

It will bring inspiration,
It can bring frustration.
Passion can make you create,
It can irritate.

It can destroy,
It can bring joy.
It can make you feel sad,
It can make you go mad.
It can make you smile,
It will make your time worthwhile.

Passion is what drives us,
It's what makes us work towards success.

The meaning of passion is up to yourself,
Just like my meaning is up to myself.
But remember that your passion helps you realize your dream,
And remember that even if you are working hard, you should ''carpe diem''.

Never Let GoLook, my darling, past the trees and sky
It can barely be seen with your little eye
But I know in your mind, it burns so bright
It's presence lives in you day and night

As we grow older, it fades to grey
And all the memories made slowly slip away
Don't let that be you, no matter how hard it seems
Never let go of the land of your dreams

Only In Ink...With eyes like gold
That lure and glow
Full of secrets
I'll never know

With a voice so melodic
That drags me in
And an embrace so warming
My head starts to spin

With unfaltering grace
And a flawless stroll
And oh, those eyes
That bore into my soul

They pull me in
And I'm unable to think
How can I love someone
Who exists only in ink

Purest CrimeI have a diamond in a box
It sits in a safe that's tightly locked
In darkness its beauty is forever sealed
Its gleaming features never revealed

Crooks and thieves that crave its wealth
Have tried to steal it with their stealth
Failure follows them every time
Death is the penalty for this crime

Often times, to make them feel shame
I have them participate in a little game
They bet their souls like poker chips
Completely aware of what's at risk

If they win, I will hold up my side of the deal
And give them what they came to steal
But if their game results in loss
Their souls are placed inside my box

The diamond inside is not of ca

Lullaby!Gentle heartbeat old as time
Metronome tempo close to mine.

There at night when claimed by sleep
Early morning hear its beat.

Two hearts quintessentially sing
Melody soft, substance takes wing

Crooning beautifully, no stop or start.
Syncronized rhythmn, beating hearts.

In tune with life, tender lullaby
softly sung like angel's sigh.

2012 Delice1941
11thSeptember2012

Wish

Some wish to be rich,
While some wish to be wise.
Some wish to stop that itch,
Others wish of winning a prize.
Some wish to be known,
Some wish they could be a star.
Some wish to sit on the throne,
And some wish that they could hide their scars.
Some wish their life was different,
Some wish their life had ended.
Some wish that they could be indifferent,
Some wish their life could be extended.

We all wish for something,
Maybe one of those mentioned above.
We should work towards that thing,
Even if we wish for just some love.

My EndymionI was never a fond of love;
I never invited it into my bed,
nor gave it my tears.
Not that it would ask.

And yet tears I do now give,
in sacrifice.
To a man who never asked nor incited such feelings.
Feelings that crowd my mind,

And weigh my chest down.
With uncontrolled emotions that spire into fires of passion.
Pretty words seeming so small to describe,
the obsolete moment of truth that banishes dreams for reality.

Oh how the light so gently touches you,
and that smile.
That gives me a smile of my own.
This is a tragedy of situation my friend.

Sorrow for joy;
my dear Endymion.

The Littlest ArtistThis life isn't easy
I weave my work
Wherever I please
But I've been run out
Place to place
Wherever I end up

I've had fans
Who I'm thankful for
Critics that ignore me
But the one thing
That I'll never understand
Are those who hate me

They see me
They destroy my work
They try to kill me
My legs are tired
I can't run
I can hide
But if they find me
I fear the thought

Is it because I'm so small?
In such a big world
Is it because I scare people?
I don't mean too

Or is it because...
...I am merely a spider

PricelessI don't need any present
for me to know you're mine.
Rings are just golden collars.
Diamonds, stones that shine.

Why a bouquet with many flowers
is better than a single one,
if love can't be measured, and
it's enough by itself, alone?

Venice and Paris are nice,
but I can love you regardless the place.
Who cares about "where"
if I have your kiss and your embrace?

Why expensive clothes and shoes as
Chanel, Louboutin, Dior and Louis Vuitton,
if I can love you even better
when we have no clothes on?

Luxury and wealth
are always welcome, for sure.
But my love for you, which has no price
is my most valuable treasure.

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Love

by ~Koratoshisfriend, Aug 27, 2012, 12:38:07 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Love is when somebody gives you a shoulder to cry on.
Love is when somebody makes you laugh when you're sad.
Love is when you miss somebody whenever they are gone.
Love is when whenever you see that person you feel glad.

Loving somebody is choosing not to see their flaws.
A human being will never be perfect.
Everything that person does you will give a loud applause.
Cause in your eyes everything that person does is correct.

You want them to smile.
You would work extra just to be with that person.
Even if it would be just for a while.
Love is unconditional, that's the truth.