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How beautiful is the light,
the smile,
the laughter behind your eyes.
Unseen to the plain
naked eye,
yet free like the uncaged bird,
flowing to the rhythm of the dance;
Laughing,
moving,
and singing
to the love and joy
instilled in others.
How beautiful,
how painful,
how tragic
is the sorrow,
the unshed tears,
the fury behind your eyes.
Hopeless,
yet vehemently shown
from pen to paper,
from brush to canvas.
The hidden,
the unsaid emotions
etched only in pen,
seen only in vibrant, or somber colors,
that which makes the heart stand still.
How beautiful is the expression of the soul,
the beauty,
the movement,
the feeling
that speaks without words.
The song
that stirs the memories of the heart,
or the poem
that speaks to the lone and searching soul.
The fire that ignites
within our hearts,
leaving the world aglow;
the feeling which sparks
the flame of inspiration
is what makes us all alive.
the smile,
the laughter behind your eyes.
Unseen to the plain
naked eye,
yet free like the uncaged bird,
flowing to the rhythm of the dance;
Laughing,
moving,
and singing
to the love and joy
instilled in others.
How beautiful,
how painful,
how tragic
is the sorrow,
the unshed tears,
the fury behind your eyes.
Hopeless,
yet vehemently shown
from pen to paper,
from brush to canvas.
The hidden,
the unsaid emotions
etched only in pen,
seen only in vibrant, or somber colors,
that which makes the heart stand still.
How beautiful is the expression of the soul,
the beauty,
the movement,
the feeling
that speaks without words.
The song
that stirs the memories of the heart,
or the poem
that speaks to the lone and searching soul.
The fire that ignites
within our hearts,
leaving the world aglow;
the feeling which sparks
the flame of inspiration
is what makes us all alive.
Literature
You Cared Once...
I see you every day,
No words,
No hugs,
No feelings.
I’m dead to you,
Invisible,
I DON'T EXIST!!!
You’ve affected my life,
You’ve changed me,
And yet,
You walked away,
When you said you wouldn’t.
YOU PROMISED!
I trusted you,
And you stabbed me in the back with it.
You made me feel worthless.
And the worst part?
I'd take you back,
Let you back into my life,
Give you another chance,
If only you cared...
You did once,
But you don't now,
And what you don't know,
Is that I still do...
Literature
Music of the soul
Now a day's in my every waking hour
A sweet melody enters my ears.
I try to block it, but the song always
Finds a way in. I see my friends now
Skipping and dancing down the road.
I feel off somehow, like I'm supposed to be with
Them. The others tell me they're going to a Land of Eternal Dreams
led by the weaver of their fantasies . I decide to follow,
giving in to the sounds of sweet serenity.
I got to see the Pied Piper of Hamelin once again.
Literature
cycle.
(birth.)
i walk home, crisp shoelaces, bloodied nose
middle of autumn, frothing at the mouth
kids took summer skin too far, brought on apocalypse
i tell myself it will be over soon, wintertime freckles
will be here
incensed
(childhood.)
stove milk and delicate murmurs
the technicolor alphabet teaches itself
purple bowls with animal faces
hospital bracelets around tiny wrists
won’t come loose
mama
(adolescence.)
the clouds are gasoline, wisps of gin, addicted
there is vomit on the floor, new candy sores
sky is burning, orange with hungry flame, vying
i don’t know who to talk to, crying
let me go
alive
(adulthood.)
doctor
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Soooo this is my first poem in awhile now.
I don't feel like this is my best poem, but I wrote this about generally how I feel about artists. I feel that art is a beautiful expression of the soul, and it is a big part of what makes us human.
I don't think I have much else to say, except that you can make suggestions about anything I need to change (no trolling, though)!
No stealing (must I even say that?), and have a nice day!
I don't feel like this is my best poem, but I wrote this about generally how I feel about artists. I feel that art is a beautiful expression of the soul, and it is a big part of what makes us human.
I don't think I have much else to say, except that you can make suggestions about anything I need to change (no trolling, though)!
No stealing (must I even say that?), and have a nice day!
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This was very beautiful. Quite abstract too. 
I especially liked: "The hidden, the unsaid emotions etched only in pen, seen only in vibrant, or somber colors, that which makes the heart stand still." Very lovely. Delightful poem! 
I especially liked: "The hidden, the unsaid emotions etched only in pen, seen only in vibrant, or somber colors, that which makes the heart stand still." Very lovely. Delightful poem!