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that means you don't get a wish.and we were everything,
all at once,
all the colors you've never seen,
and all the sounds you've never heard,
they're throwing themselves against
this.

the essence of an explosion,
all pieced together,
made of bones and whispers and hands,
mixed up and tangled together,
burning your eyes while
freezing your skin.

and we were burnt
and frayed and, maybe, i think,
we were lost,
like a coin dropped in a well,
that's never heard hitting the bottom.

Learn to Believe.Sometimes, I sit around,
Waiting, Wondering,
Just
                                 when
is anyone, including
myself, going to
accept that the
                                 will
of a man's heart
Is nothing more
than what

Whispering SecretsAlone now, broken apart;
Gather the pitiful shards of heart
Scattered on the grass like broken toys
Piece it back together with tape and glue.

Long lost laughter rings,
a painful mallet striking
Again and again on the glass
Of fragile worlds.

Just move on.
The past is written,
Etched in ancient stone
With smiles and touches,

Whispering secrets,
That creep back into weak heads.

I know I am notI know I am not
Beautiful. Nor
Worthy of your grace, nor
Strong enough to embrace
The light and glory
That lies
In your eyes,
Your heart,
And you.

Best Friends Is someone who you can count on
Someone who you can trust

Someone who is there for you and for your friend to care for you

Someone who you think of as your sister

Going to the mall with each other
And sometimes calling each other "Hey Doll!"

Who understands you like no other
And always like texting each other

We may have our Up's and Down's but no matter what..

You'll Always Be My Best Friend

I Dare YouI dare you

I dare you to freely speak your opinion

I dare you to stand up for what's right

I dare you to help those in need

I dare you to keep moving forward

I dare you to never give up

I dare you to speak the truth

I dare you to stop being lazy

I dare you to start working

I dare you to hope

I dare you to learn

I dare you to have faith

I dare you to be a good friend

I dare you to mourn with those who mourn

I dare you to cry like today's your last day

I dare you to laugh like it's the end of the world

I dare you give

I dare you to live

I dare you to be the best you can be

I dare you to be amazing

I dare you to have a heart

WhateverAnother day walking under the comment
How you maintain everyone's suspense
And you do it because you're like a son
The death of your father stuck to you like a scent

Whatever

Walking down the houses at night
Still thinking you could have one or two
But nothing goes on in your mind
Only the words that bounced from me to you

Like some precious picture that only says one word
Thinking about your problems all again
Pushing out the doubt like you always do
And how you managed to create them

And now you see some petty mistake
Realizing you were the only one in the race

It's not as bad as you always make it seem, I'm just not that go

The sky is not falling.The sky is not
falling, we are
rising
up above black earth
and burnt trees
that loom like death
over the weak,
threatening to topple
themselves
and the world.
Looking down, it slowly dawns
upon me that
we are finally
safe.

all that glitters is coldi want it
i can't help it
but to want it all
or die trying

i want to be up top
just scared it's lonely
up there

there used to be unique
notes in me, but i broke
those down
because no one wants
an oversensitive trait
and a thirst to OD
on truth

now i'm just another girl
with a queen bee attitude
and daddy issues

the real me hides under this
stupid little facade,
knowing full well that i'm
too soft for this bs

the shy girl, walking into
class, walmart clothing
and a full heart, naive
to the evil of love and
gold

but like everyone else,
i invited change so i could
stop hating the innocent face
staring back at me

he

you say forever.what does the word "forever" mean
if forever doesn't exist?

The MaskShe's burdened and trapped in her dark little world,
Believing every day that it's her fault.
Gone is the image of that fair young girl,
And to a fresh wound, that only adds salt.

She wishes she could go back, stop herself
From ruining everything she thought she loved.
Living in a world of hating one's self
Can leave you feeling just a bit unloved.

To her own actions, she's entirely blind;
She cannot see the pain she has brought.
Stuck in that miserable state of mind
She's trapped, reliving the battles she's fought.

I'm beyond help, she thinks with each passing day,
When really, all she needs to do is ask.
But "I need your help

One-Way StreetI always thought
we would both leave,
but as you grew older
I wondered whether
one of us would be
left behind.

Our friendship failed
as strangers became neighbours
and you left the town
I’ve come to realize
is equal in spite and beauty.

And so I stayed
until eighteen
but return regularly,
through the fields
I walked in as a child
drinking the wine and champagne
I found in hedgerows.
I cracked them open
and swallowed both
the alcohol and broken glass.

I took a stone from the byway
to my new home
and in time
I threw it
into the wetlands
I discovered.

I’m reminded of the scar line
after I ripped my bicep open
on the barbed wire

what lies beneathWe're the types to fall asleep
Listening to Fall Out Boy
While the sun starts to peek
After another night of over-thinking

She's the type to never wear make-up
Because (in her opinion) the world
Needs to learn to look at natural beauty
And see it in everyone like she does

He's the type to carry his pride silently
But is learning how to show it to others
And shed his little rainbow shell
Step by step, one day at a time

She's the type to scream out
When it all becomes too much
It gives some people the wrong impression
But the ones she can truly count on always stay

He's the type to quietly observe
And try not to let things get

Thorn!Momentarily
An image of perfection
Rose with all her thorns.

2012 Delice1941

MelpomeneHear her sing of sun-kissed,
heavy-lidded tragedies that roll
off her tongue as sweetly as
sugared violets and as naturally
as nightfall; but bruise the lungs
of those who breathe them in.

She is no poet's muse, but
these summer-drunk revellers
will never know better.

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by ~HuntingForHappiness, Apr 5, 2012, 3:59:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Haiku & Eastern

Hammering heartbeats
Shatter the silken silence
Of once-dreamless sleep

Rude Awakeningby ~HuntingForHappiness

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Haiku & Eastern

Written about the strange time after waking up from nightmares.

I had some other title ideas, too: either Heartbeats or Nightmares. Do you think one of those would be better?

Also, since I wrote this quickly while rather tired: does it make sense?

~Akhenaten-Aten Apr 13, 2012

I would have called it "The Nightmare" but either way.. the piece is well done hence it matters not what it is called. I love the use of alliteration. The harsh 'H' sounds really add to the impact of the first line and the 'Shatter' that cuts into the piece at the beginning of the second.. in contrast to the softer 'S's which really capture what has been interrupted by the dream. Silken silence is a beautiful expression.

I disagree with the other commenter; in my opinion it is clear what you are meaning by 'once-dreamless sleep'. I wouldn't change it, personally. Tis far from simple and vague when someone is able to capture the impact, the feeling, the scene itself!.. with just three lines.

~HuntingForHappiness Apr 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you! I'm glad you liked the alliteration; for me, that's what really makes this one. It's one of my few poems that sounds really nice spoken out loud, so I'm quite proud of it in that sense.

It's great to hear that you saw/felt the scene like you did; 'simple and vague' had me a bit concerned!

Anyway, thanks for the comment; appreciated as always.

~R00-ha-ha Apr 10, 2012 Student General Artist

I'm a little skeptical of your use of the word "dreamless", if this is a poem about waking up after a nightmare. But other than that, it's a very nice Haiku. Simple and still vague, I guess, is a nice change from many of the other poems on this website

~HuntingForHappiness Apr 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I definitely see where you're coming from with the dreamless thing. I figured having it be "once-dreamless" would make it a bit clearer, but if it doesn't, I should probably fix that.

Thanks for the comment!

~R00-ha-ha Apr 13, 2012 Student General Artist

No problem

I think I read it as that once being the one that he was just woken from, so that may just be because of me.

~R00-ha-ha Apr 13, 2012 Student General Artist

Er, he, she. The speaker x)

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