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Do You Remember?Do you remember that poem you wrote me?
Well, I found it the other day.
It was in my jacket pocket.

I didn't know one piece of paper
Could bring back so many memories.
It's amazing how long it has been
Since you gave it to me.

I am thankful that
I had you in my life.
All the good and bad times,
They made us that much stronger.

Thank you for coming into my life.
Thank you loving me.
I couldn't have asked for anything better.

So you see what a simple
Piece of paper with words on it can do.
It made me remember why I cared so much.
It made me remember you,
So thank you for writing it.

Accursed ReluctanceShe holds back with splendid reluctance
Ever so slightly, spending her glances upon me
I too, remained kept in silence
Warding off my most primal urges
Favoring this new found infatuation

A stunning spectacle
Swayed with perfect execution
Her glances, chiming for my company
Chaperoned by a sensual, captivating grin
And far too soon
Energized by my foolish reluctance
My prized visual has fled from sight
Taken up by the winding concrete
Full on its own contempt
All carefully accented, with a sarcastic monotone

After her I tumbled with vigor
Driven to a new hope
Heaven bound and drunk on forgiveness
To heal once again, in the p

'Seeking Solace'I use to seek solace in a book
And my mother would give me this look.
She knew I was hiding in between the words
While everyone else thought I was one of the nerds.

And I did nothing to prove them wrong.
Being too quiet and for far too long,
I had always felt out of the throng.
Only in a book did I think I would belong.

But years went by and my eyes begin to hurt
And I felt the need, the emotion, to revert
Because I sucked all the pages my hands touched dry
Of the emotions that could be felt, of the reasons to cry.

Then I found music and consolation I did find,
Listening to the lyrics I created my own stories in my mind.
Preciou

The girl with Blue EyesShe was shy. Lonely. She would distance herself from everyone, not wanting to make any friends. She was intelligent, and would raise her hand only to answer a question. That would be the only time i could hear her voice.
Her voice was soft, and silky. At times it would remind me of honey. I couldn't understand why she would hide, and never let others praise her.
She was beautiful. She was everything that everyone wanted.
I'm just one of the many who has fallen for her. Though she was mysterious, she would lure us in with those bright, deep blue eyes. Like they were hiding secrets of their own.
I saw her sitting alone at her table. I decide

Sidewalk RhapsodyYou say she's so strange
and you thought maybe she would change
but she never did
she's still the way she is

But next time you see her
take a closer look
it's not every day you see
one whose heart's an open book

And maybe if you get past "strange", you'd realize
if you could see the world in someone's eyes
you wouldn't need Google Earth, baby
and perhaps you wouldn't say she's crazy

Cause what you don't know
is that I can tell, that I can see;

You're like branches on trees,
can get no release,
all in twos and threes,
down in the streets.

And maybe if I had the money,
I'd buy myself a nice new pair of shoes
and then I gue

I Asked I asked you If I was PRETTY, you said NO
I asked you If I was FAT, you said YES OF COURSE!
I asked you If you WANTED to be with me forever, you said NO
I asked you If you would CRY If I walked away, you said NO

I had heard to much
And needed leave, as I walked away...
You grabbed my arm and told me to stay
You said...

Your not PRETTY, your BEAUTIFUL
The only thing FAT about you is your HEART
I don't WANT to be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever
And Baby, I wouldn't CRY if you walked away...
I WOULD DIE!

Shock WavesFaces scream of silent pain
Bodies twisted by desires
In castles we build relentlessly
Feelings are forever hidden

Steel and concrete replaced
Pure living and survival
In glass towers beasts indulging
On their unborn children

Let the shock waves come
And pulse through all repulsive
Let them break our brains
And return us to nothing

Gold that serves no purpose
Made-up money with no value
Grins are painted on the walls
Where nobody is laughing

Willingly we blind ourselves
Willingly we chain our bodies
Take the pills they give you
Take sterilised happiness

Let the shock waves come
And burn us 'till we're black
Let the citie

No EscapeThere is no escape from yourself
Crossing a river you return the same
There is no alternative reality
Where you could exist

There is only now and here
And all else is a neural construct
There is no running away
Lost you could not loose yourself

And there is no mindlessness
As no mind could comprehend it
There is only natural movement
In a mind that is untouched
In a body that is liquid
Undefined by its shape
Unconstrained and wide open

Make Me CryWhere have you gone now my love?
Why am I here alone, once again?
I remember this pain, the aching inside me.
Once more there are tears on my face.
You promised this time not to leave me.
All your words made me truly believe.
“You are stuck with me” is what you said.
I awoke though to find you were gone.
As the days passed, I made new excuses.
Now it’s getting to long to deny.
Maybe this time you’re gone for forever.
All I know is I love you no matter.
But why do you still make me cry?

descent i

used to know a girl who wanted nothing more than to fly

but, she would always look down

to find

ankles shackled to the ground.

shoulders weighed down with

solid iron

fingers too stiff to bend into a fist that could hold on to anything other than the inky
black pen from which silhouettes of crows would flood the pages,

almost delicately

but we all know

how clumsily crows fly.

her pen would relentlessly trace crows.

endlessly sketched them in twisted figures,

no matter how many times she would sit and beg it-

please, please

draw doves.

instead black ink always

I Must Be Dreaming . . .I must be dreaming . . .
Please take me away from me
Away into nothing
Dull my heart's pain
Silence my mind and dry my tears
I must be dreaming . . .

My sky is now dark
Everything crashed to the ground
No pieces left big enough to mend
Tiny shards only left to cut deeper

Always knew my reason for being
Fought those demons for so long
Come take me I beg of you
Curse the seen and hope to die
Steal my breath, take my soul

My joy now my pain, happiness now horror
I'm sorry . . . was it truly me?
When night falls on me I'm fallen
All I need is you . . .
My only everything
Please tell me I'm dreaming . . .

Longing to be lost inside you
Lost all

Silence in Fears

Silence in Fears

Tears now streak
Where Love once Bloomed
As Silent as the Night
as deadly as the Sun
When we walk together
In this Garden of Art
You and I are as One
And By Art United
To Battle, with Pen and Piston

Hold Fast to Fear

Hold Fast to Fear

Fear
Keeps you Sharp
Better than a Blade
Better than a pistol
Fear
Keeps you in motion
Always moving
Toward or Away
A Moving target you'll be
Not easily quieted
Not easily stolen
Even in the Deepest Night
Were even the Shadows
Will rise to your defense

Nothing Like That MomentWhen with one hand
We hold each other's head
And with the other
We pull each other close
When our soft lips lock
Under passionately closed eyes
We embrace

It's that moment
That the world doesn't matter
Our worries, nonexistent
And all there is
is each other.

Neverlandwrite for children
because really
there are no adults

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Sweet TragedyDo you remember that warm summer night?
When everything felt just right.
You said "I'll be your Romeo, if you'll be my Juliet."

But you thought I'd forget.
You stole my heart and took it away
But here I am, heart cold and grey
Forgive and forget is the lesson we learn

But why not make them burn?
I took your promise to the grave
No matter how much you plead and beg
It's your time to say goodbye

But you won't be resting in the sky.
No, You won't forsake me again
Bound by more than a ball and chain
This is your eternity to savor

But, at least, we'll be together forever.

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Into The Woods

by =SleepingInTheShadows, Dec 6, 2012, 6:12:48 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

Into the woods
Where the wildflowers grow
Where the s e c r e t s tend to hide
Lies a place, which few people know

An old, b r o k e n house
Fit for a family of two
Nestled deep within the woods
A young woman and her granny too

All dressed in red
It’s time to play
Little does she know
She’s got a new companion that’s there to stay

He watches from the shadows
A guardian of the night
There to keep her company
But instead brings fear and fright

He means no harm
A beast misunderstood
A sheep in wolf’s clothing
A faithful friend, if he could

The moon shines bright
Across the sunken path
She’s all by herself
Is this my chance, finally, at last?

Face to face, nose to nose
It all seems too s u r r e a l
Her breath catches, my eyes glow
She surely doesn’t think she’s my next meal?

“Hey little girl, it’s just me;
Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite.”
Her e y e s watch me intently
Her body shakes in the chilly night

One step, two
My hand just before her face
So still, and oh so very c o l d
Have I already lost her faith?

“What a pretty voice you have,
It sets my mind at peace…”
“What precious eyes you have,
You can actually see the TRUE me.”

“What a delicate frame you have,
It feels so wonderful to be held again…”
“What perfect lips you have,
They’ll take away all the p a i n.”

Into the woods
Where the wildflowers g r o w
Where secrets tend to hide
Starts a story of love that few people know

Into The Woodsby =SleepingInTheShadows

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

How do you think he's felt through out the years of fairytales?

My interpretation of Little Red, though I'm cutting it a little close to the deadline on this one.

For Round 2 of Scratch That! being held over at #poetry-book

Theme: Using formatting to make a statement
Poem type: Ballad

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~dogyjoe Mar 27, 2013 General Artist

Beautiful, I like this better than the original story. It is so sad that this is not taught in school. It would be much better than the violent type

=SleepingInTheShadows Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you!

~dogyjoe Apr 2, 2013 General Artist

Welcome

~Silencedbook9 Dec 11, 2012 Student Writer

There's a song that is very similar to this. It is called "The Wolf That Fell with Red Ridding Hood," which has been my number one favorite love song since October. It's in Japanese but there are some videos with the English translations on Youtube. I highly suggest you listen to this.

=SleepingInTheShadows Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I will have to look it up. Thank you. ^^

~Silencedbook9 Dec 13, 2012 Student Writer

I can send you the link here!

=SleepingInTheShadows Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

That would be lovely. Thank you.

~Silencedbook9 Dec 14, 2012 Student Writer

Here you go!!!!!!

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~dogyjoe Dec 10, 2012 General Artist

Thank you for sharing this, should I say art, because as I was reading it, I was also picturing the event, and yes, such a brilliant work, mostly because at least I found a good version of this story. I like this one better, also, I don't know why the original ones are so violent?

Thank you once again. Namaste!

=SleepingInTheShadows Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This comment made my day. Thank you so much for your kind words. The point of this piece was to tell the story from a different point of view and get the idea across that it didn't always have to end badly and I'm glad I got that across. Thanks again for your lovely comment.

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