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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.

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.

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

LoveLove 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.

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?

War Crimes"War Crimes"

Hello? Can anyone hear me?
I'm stuck here in this cave
Was that the sound of bullets?
It certainly isn't rain
When will mommy and daddy return?
I'm so cold here and alone
This fire doesn't burn
This country is not my home
How could this have happened?
I am only nine
Tomorrow is my birthday
I haven't done a crime
Mommy and daddy said to wait
As they went to gather food
I hope they're not the bait
To delighten someone's mood
What if they never come back?
Will I ever be saved?
I'm stuck here so afraid
Defenseless in this cave
The only sound I hear
Are bullets growing near
And I may have heard a bomb
I'm tryi

Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:

I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back

I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back

I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed

Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me thi

Shadow Sun

Shadow Sun

And in that very moment, I knew it was already too late
My   vision   has   adjusted
The memories of my former life all just slipped away
My   light   has   faded

The last of the fallen sparks fluttered in the distance
My   hope   has   been   obliterated
The shadows rose to claim their long awaited radiance
My   destiny   was    always   fated
-
In my heart, I lost it all
To this very second, it's still my fa

I Was On A CloudI was the boy who remained silent
Through those weeks, months and years
Watching the tide begin to rise
From all of your fallen tears

A tide of insecurity
That in time became so deep
It would set about draining you
Of all the secrets that you keep

I was the boy who remained mute
I watched your life unfold from above
As you were shattered with pain
And given false hope with love

So many times I was tempted
To come and heal my angels pain
But up above in the blue sky
For now at least I would remain

I was the boy who stayed silent
A hush so deafeningly loud
You were never alone though
Princess, I was on a cloud

I watched as a

This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:

With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...

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When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told—
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light…

-

So this is the only way, that

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'

Fallen AngelThis world took over you.
It sucked the life right out of you.

Oh fallen angel you need to look out.
This world has consumed you,
And took away that sparkle in your eye.

Fallen angel you have fallen over the edge.
You have gone too far,
Far away from this heavenly place,
Far away from everything you stood for.

You need to step back,
And realize what had happened.
This cruel world took away the best part of you.
You need to come back to the place you once loved.

Fallen angel please come back.
We need you here with us.
Come back, and take your post.
Come back, and make this right.

Please come back,
Please don't leave us.
You

Just StopStop, just stop.
Stop throwing those punches.
What'd she ever
Do to hurt you?!

What, be herself?
Be different?

Is it because
She dresses in a way
That you don't like?

Or maybe because
She's dating someone
Who isn't you.

Just stop.
Right now.

Because maybe it
Isn't her who needs
To take a step back
And look at themselves...
Maybe it's you.

You, the bully.
The one who's
Beating up a poor,
Defenseless girl,
All because she's
Not how you want her to be.

She's not your daughter.
Even if she was,
You don't have the control.

You aren't supposed
To want to do this.

We're all different,
All in our own
Wonderful ways.

Me, I write poetry.
That

Am I Alive?"Am I Alive?"

They tell me I am a human being

Alive and possessing a mind, heart, and feelings

So why no matter how hard I try

I can not help but feel dead inside?

Always wishing I could undo the past

Always wishing for my happiness to last

To this day my heart keeps beating

Despite the pain which is never receding

Every morning I contemplate what lies before me

Every night I contemplate death and all its glory

And as I stare into empty spaces

I see the images of familiar faces

If the answer to my pain is to leave them alone

And to vanish into the great unknown

Then in my grave I shall rest with stains

From the violence and th

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.

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Wish

by ~Koratoshisfriend, Sep 15, 2012, 1:48:56 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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.

Wishby ~Koratoshisfriend

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Something I wrote for a friend of mine.
We all wish for something, but we need to remember that we need to work for it at times.

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