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how to write a love poem(only if you want to fail)You gave me a piece of paper,
And told me to write a poem
so I bent, broke, twisted the harmless thing
Used the ink as glue
And made us paper wings

You whispered, "let's go"
Standing on the edge of the world
then we jumped
hanging by a contraption
of the figments of my imagination.

We were flying so high
We said we'd never come down
Just as the sun burned away the paper.
One precious moment of paradox
It's a pity we remembered to die
before we came crashing to the ground.

The sensation would've been something

pipedreamhomesick, he said,
words like fire as they
dripped out of his head

lovestruck, he cried,
words like ice when
he says them he sighs
deep, melancholy lullabies

dumbfounded, he wept,
words like the tender
broken heart that he kept
cuddled under his ribs

homesick,
he cried,
for a place that like
love, didn't exist,
but he tried
to stay
dumbfounded
enough to find it.

homesick,
lovestruck,
and dumbfounded,
he said,
as he tried to stop the
chatter running around in his head.

An Essay of EmotionFirst you live with a broken heart.
Then it dissapears with the
Flick of a wrist
And all that ever hurt
Becomes one.

Then you breathe with the heaviness of
Ten thousand pounds on your back
While life
Presses you to your knees.
It'll make you history
Though you will never get to see
Just what you meant to me.

Finally it all becomes clear
As your dyed locks curl in vain
For a man who left you...
He ain't ever coming back again.

You let him lift you up
And let you down;
He didn't mind to hear you cheat.
But now your pounding on the floor and calling him a thief.

But you're the thief...

Seeing the SurfaceA year
A haze
The feelings
A maze

Either out of body
(My way to hide)
Or trapped in misery
(The horror inside)

My head screaming
My heart tearing
All the terror
Now I'm sharing

My heart was broken
And my head it split
My body disabled
My teeth were grit

When my mother left
This was me
And just the surface
Can I let you see

But a year of healing
And I suppose I'm okay
But still there's pain
I imagine to stay

Savannah Greenhalgh
October 21, 2012

AngelI will give you wings,
to flyaway
I will give you hope,
to stop crying
I will give you all my love,
to stop your pain

Spread your wings and flyaway
escape your misery

You don't deserve this

Just forget the sweet and bitter

Hold on to love,
It will save you from this

Your wings are stained with lies from others

Forget the memories
The help is on the way.

Perfection?What is perfection? A question that has plagued man since the dawn of our existence. Is it the break of a new day? In the way the the sun casts a battalion of copper and crimson tones across a vast and expanse of emerald grassland? Or maybe a crisp, untouched blanket of snow? Is it the ample, frozen cityscape? The way the crystals glisten under street lamps in the somber night, unmoving and unstirred by all means of life?

No.

Perfection is the sandy coloured locks that always seem to fall effortlessly and extravagantly in front of luminous chartreuse rimmed cerulean eyes. It's in the pronounced jawline, adorned with a patch of copper-toned

Better left UntitledScars on the history of Earth,
Testimonies to human strife.
Men who never again felt mirth,
A record of massive loss of life.

People who were cared after,
Those sent by a politician's lies.
Brothers who encountered disaster,
Sisters who's bodies gather flies.

Shows of bravery in vain,
Prejudice of race, religion, gender.
Expressions of suffering and pain,
Tears we wish to return to sender.

A heavy burden of war,
Dreams abruptly ended and hosed,
Foul play evens the score.
Stories meant to not yet be closed.

Our world's marred history,
Life flicked off with a bullet's switch.
Clouded views spark mystery,
Humani

The Way The World WorksSelling yourself just to figure out who you are
You're lost between the pictures of paintings,
And none of them are real; nothing's real here except for the number of breaths you take
Nothing is real except the knobs of your spine, or the hollows in your hipbones.
You're pushing yourself on an empty tank, but there's nothing to fill you with
Nothing to curb the unquenchable desire of being whole
But you only know empty, you only have ever known empty
Like the sound the wind makes as it passes through the leaves
Or the way the young mother's pocket doesn't jingle when her child tugs on it
You don't know if being empty is a bad thing

tape dispensersmother doesn't know & daddy wouldn't approve
of the number of times i let him touch me.
or where.

wasn't raped, but wish i was.
then i would know exactly what's going on
because now we're stuck in the middle of
tears & plastic rings
and neither of us can look the other
in the eye without
disgust.

i declare 31 promises & confessions
at a time; i'm not good enough for 1.
detroit told me you would leave & the
thought of my hair, dark and cascading,
would never cross your mind in the winter.

the breeze of my breath into the hollow
of your throat would never be felt again.

don't touch me the way you touched her
that one septembe

Story Behind the ArtPoems are like songs,
With different rights and wrongs.

Where people hear and people relate,
But where are you to differentiate?

Where's your story,
For everyone to hear?
The cries of your sorrows,
Or triumph of your glory?

Poems come from the heart,
But other's minds may part.

Why let others use and lone,
Without fully telling the story as your own?

Calm.I am calm.
Not calm like a yoga instructor
Not calm like a lonely coroner in the morgue.
Not calm like a doctor telling someone they have an STD
Just calm.

Calm like the ocean on a cool summer night
Calm like a pilot flying his flight
Calm like a sociopath disposing of the remains.
Calm like an actor, acting this way.

Calm enough to burst into tears.
Quiet enough so no one will hear.
Weary enough, but I still never fear.
Never fear anything, ever, at all.
Never show emotion, so I'll never fall.

Calm like the air right after a storm.
Calm like the sound of an empty dorm.
Calm like a person, not alive anymore.
Calm.
So very c

HollowI'm hollowed to the marrow
Torn apart by this constant wind of emptiness,
My eyes seeking for the answer of a better tomorrow,
The malevolence of a disapearing bliss
Gripping the infinity of a starless night
Lost in a sphere of never ending torments
Riving the scale of an excrutating morosity.

Struggle and despair you carry
Euphoria and passion you exult,
While I can share nothing but a gap
Attached to a breeze
Falling into nothingness
Fatigued by the time flowing
Hollowed to the marrow

The Roadthe radio throws it's echoing FM into my static thoughts,
intermittently bringing me back to the asphalt miles i'm tracing back to you..
i wish you were here now, the sky is every shade of your favourite colour,
every bruised sunset reminds me
that you're on the other side of the horizon i'm chasing,
and i won't make it home tonight.
i'll be dreaming of you in another lonely hotel room
next to someone else's ashes in the sheets,
these freshly painted crime scenes are the reason i believe in ghosts.

Reverberation"Don't worry, I am over it now.
I am fine now."
I can see the wolves clearly now in my head
Licking their jowls for the feast to come
Sorry, I guess I lied
But it's just small and white
Just like yours were...
"...I am over it now."
You hit me like a wave of anguish, washing away my hopes
Washing away my dreams
Twisting my spirit up into a knot
They can't be untied now
Those knots you tied into my every string...
"...I am fine now."
Those pained feelings reverberating in me
Time and time again I find
My mind running back to when you-
And before
It is my fault for offering my head to the chopping block
-And you chopped.
Who can blame you for reaping what you sowed?
And still, I don't want to lose my grasp on what little is left...

Sculptor's Prayer"Show me how the sun rises,
how far I have to march."
Grimy hair, weighted brow, muddy face,
bruised arms, knuckles bound, calloused feet,
burning lungs, smoking breath, eyes locked dead ahead.

"Just a little more time,
to make me whole,"
is that all I ask?

Cast from bronze
and broken marble,
mind like water,
always flowing,
always shaping,
"Challenged, paid,
sealed by night."

Form with function
awake to the world.

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Facing Fear Without Hesitation.Right now I could look fear in the eyes

Ball my fists, and never cry.

Face its insults and its lies

Run right through, and come out alive.

I Did it. My Dreams Really Did Come True.If I could go back,
To a time before now
And approach my former self..

I would look into the eyes of fight,
Eyes that have lost hope long ago
But still clinging to that slight, slight chance
That all my dreams may come true.

Resting my hand on a thin, cold shoulder I had once knew
I would take a deep breath and say:

"Hun, you came through.
Your dreams really did come true."

A World With no RulesHow often I wake,
Up in a bed.

How often I cry,
About things I make in my head.

I go to school,
To learn and be bored.

Never second-thinking,
The things I adore.

If there was a world,
With no guidelines or rules

Where would I be,
Without my life-jewels?

No protection or guilt,
No rights and no wrongs.

Neither laws or order,
For no restraints tag-along.

Zero sanctuaries in sight,
Open to sin.

Brother against brother,
Kin against kin.

My fears come all true,
Instead of imaginary thoughts.

Begging for before,
Despite the dreams I once sought.

Boredom is a term,
Mostly under-looked.

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Candle Light (collab)

by ~Beabeabeatrice, Sep 27, 2012, 2:49:39 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

The white dress slowly dwindles down,
Stealing my light.

Slowly flickering away,
In the endless night.

As the darkness creeps,
Fear cloaks over me.

And with blackness goes my sanity.

My humanity drips away
And I smile my sharpened teeth,
Glinting as the light comes back with a black fire.

Because you've now expired.

Once I remember,
When the fire was lit,

'Twas a ray of hope,
But now it's forgotten.

A broken star in his sea of heaven.

Candle Light (collab)by ~Beabeabeatrice

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2012-2013 ~Beabeabeatrice

Guuuuyyyyss!! This came out amazing!! I absolutely love it!! :claps: Great job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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~MaxwellSmaart Sep 28, 2012 Student Writer

Awesome! My line was italicized; you know me so well!

This came out fabulously, though! I'd definitely participate again if you decided to do another!

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~Beabeabeatrice Sep 30, 2012

Indeed hee hee XD

And I probably will soon!

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~AyeAye12 Sep 28, 2012 Student Writer

Heh, I get the last line

Great work, I'd love to do this again

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~Beabeabeatrice Sep 30, 2012

Yes ^.^

Yay!

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~fullofenergy Sep 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This came out amazing! I kinda feel bad I messed up the beginning but they made it all better!

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~Beabeabeatrice Sep 28, 2012

You serious? Your part was amazing!!

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~Beabeabeatrice Sep 30, 2012

^-^

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=pinktwirlz Sep 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Hooray everyone!

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