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I will wait for you"I will wait for you"

A whisper from him
His dieing sentence
Said to her
A love's promise

She watches in horror
As his eyes leak bleakness
His chest vibrates no movement
His mouth echoes no breath

"I love you"

She whispers silently
To the love she has lost
To the life she must live
Forever without him
Forever thinking of him

She tended to flowersShe tended to flowers through the day passing by;
she tended to flowers through the dark rising high.
She smiled as she tended and nourished the pots;
as frail as she was, this work she could not stop.

She grew each plant from each seed of each fruit
that she ate; be it weak; let it have a bent shoot.
She grew them in pots, tiny pots which she sold
"Take care" she called "they are more precious than gold!"

Her heart broke and bled and shattered some more,
when she sold pieces of her soul she yet bore.
But an old lady she was, she could not keep them all
in a house old as she was, so old and so small!

She then ushered away the c

Unanswered QuestionsI can't stand being stuck there with this feeling,

Unanswered questions that leave me here reeling,

You say that I'm the one to blame,

But I'm not down to play that game,

You started the unraveling, I just finished it,

Bad timing yes, but I had to relinquish it,

You act like I wanted to ruin your birthday,

Yet you know that's not the case, to your dismay,

You invited friends turned to enemies into our dinner,

I promised I'd hold my tongue, and not be the sinner,

But that wasn't good enough, so you cut me out,

And it just made me want to scream and shout,

I was confused and mad, your voice echoed in my head,

I was lost and sad, at

True LoveI don't know how to tell you this
But...
You aren't just another friend
You mean much more to me
Every time I see you
I just feel...
Happy!
I forget of all the terrible things in life when I'm with you
You make me just want to smile
Just smile and play
As if we were kids again

When I'm around you
I know that everything will be okay
I can always just be myself
And I know that you will never judge me

I just want to let you know....
I love you and I always will!

HomelessI sit with the snickersnack sound of them passing,
The globberwalk gait of the rich and the round.
They try not to notice,
Avoiding the gaze,
Of the homeless skeletitude state of malaise.

Give me more than your gloating disdain,
Your stenchweaving haste, ignores all the pain.
My empty existance,
Some throw me some change,
For easing their conscience, then scuttle away.

The government henchweasles move me along,
I roam into doorways where I don't belong,
But none are now open,
For embarassment clings,
To dirty carbunctuous shambling things.

How can you not realise that you could be me,
You were born lucky, your choices were fre

Love?What is love?

Can you buy it? Can you sell it?

Is it easy to fake, or hard to fall in?

We say we love each other, but do we really mean it?

You say love is an easy game, but is it even worth playing?

Think. Would you rather fake your love for a stupid game, or wait and find that love that isn't a game?

SilenceIt is there
When I ask if he still loves me
And the rebounding quiet screams
His unspoken response.
And the occasional reluctant verbal translations:
"I don't want to talk about this"
"We are not having this conversation"
Codify this as the official language of our domestic domain.
"Only silence is spoken here."

It is there
When I ask my child:
"Why have you done this thing?
Endangered yourself, hurt me, hurt others,"
And her reply consists only of a murderous glare.
How dare I break the house rule and speak the forbidden tongue?
And I'm left to wonder if she even cares.
Do my words even matter?
Am I even here at all?

It is

PerfectionFoolish I'd say, may all those be
who so foolishly wish to achieve
what is approached only, never touched
Be it in your hand, but never in your clutch.

RuinsWe thought that it would last forever,
Praising it would never break,
Now all you see are crumbled stones
Where all past strength today seems fake.

Once our dream of glory had come true,
When this place was filled with life,
The streets were full of laughter
And the houses full of golden light.

Now where formerly we lived and loved
Time has faded all our traces,
And the earth reclaimed what once we took,
While humankind forgot our faces.

But look carefully, search with all your heart,
And you might find a trace of past:
A shard of metal, a piece of stone,
The ruin of a home that lasts.

And faded memory will be remembered,
The

BreathlessI sink to the bottom of the pool
My body and mind fully immersed
Down here there is no one to be cruel
No one to make me feel cursed.

Down here only I exist
No one to disapprove
Down here there are no clenched fists
No one to judge my every move.

Down here I finally feel alive
No more trying to find hope
Down here I finally have the urge to survive
No one telling me how to cope.

Down here I only see beauty
No more scarring of my mind
Down here there is no constant cruelty
No more smiles to try and find.

Down here there is no happiness to feign
No more attempting to make peace
Down here I can feel no pain
No more trying to f

The Man without a FaceHe stares in a mirror through eyes clogging tears
a smirk persisting alongside; a dead, worthless sneer.
He stares hard yet recognizing not the man he sees
recognizing that man is a desperately elevated dream of his

He wonders if his deeds - reflected - are right
he betrayed his friends, he abandoned his wife
reasons always lurk in the pits of the mind
yet so dark? At times his cynical heart reclined.

He smiled on insults and laughed in disgrace
he knew not what he was so he altered his face
with each turn and bend, with each traffic light
his face twist and turned, losing remnants of sight.

A con you could say, no one pronounced

DaddyDaddy is a hero.
Whether it's night or day,
he comes in the right time
to keep monsters away.

Daddy is an athlete and a doctor.
When he plays rugby with me,
he brings me band-aids.
for my skinned knees.

Daddy is lovely.
Mummy is always in a rush.
But he always finds time
to make her smile... or blush.

Dad is my example.
He shows me what's right or wrong.
He's patient and nice,
yet so firm and strong.

Other fathers read stories
when it's time to sleep.
Mine reads the ones.
he's written especially for me.

I just want him to know
what he means to me.
Daddy, you're the best father ever,
and you'll always be.

Nobody stayed innocent thereOne's dreams smudged on the pavements
Of the city we used to love
Right next to our hopes
And mixed with someone's blood

It's raining from the empty sky
But everything stays on the asphalt
You can feel the smell of the broken rose petals
And the sound of broken hearts

And just like that, the city shattered
Pulling us down with its glory
It represented the world
But now only its ruins are left and its story

Nobody stayed innocent there
We all made sins
A perfect city of the angels
With the broken wings

And we had something human in us
Our souls started glowing
We felt too much
And by then, the city was already falling

We

Friendship

As you live you make friends,
How long they will stay that depends.
You will have fun and have good times,
You will also feel bad sometimes.

Sometimes friends will stay for years,
Sometimes friends will leave you in tears.
Then we ask who truly is our friend,
Do some of them just pretend?

Some friends will leave when things get tough,
Seeing somebody in pain is always a little rough.
But some of them will stay by your side,
They will help you stand up and fight.

If you have one true friend,
Be it a boy or a girl friend.
You can consider yourself blessed,
Cause they will always help you when you are depressed.

A true friend wil

Im SorryIm sorry my friend.

Im sorry for the road you took,
The pain you caused,
The hearts your broke and the feeling you hurt.

Im sorry for not being there,
I left you alone,
I didnt listen,
I didnt care.

Im sorry for you,
youre alone.
sad,
and scared.

im so sorry.

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Stupid Cupid

by =C-Allagash, Jul 24, 2012, 5:30:24 AM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

When the stupid Cupid came in my way
with bow and arrow, and began to say
"For the loneliness of yours, I have the cure:
a love for you, sweet and pure."
I said, "What kind of angel are you?
Why don't you look for something else to do?
You shoot people, play with their lives
to give them love, which is only strife;
I wonder how fun it must be
to play with other's feelings for pure vanity.
Then, next time you come in my way,
you mind your business, and go away!"
He stared perplexed. What to do, he didn't know.
Then I've stolen the bow and the arrows.

Stupid Cupidby =C-Allagash

Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

What can we learn with it?
You may be a mythological creature.
Still, interference is not welcome, especially when it comes to my sentimental life.

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~Hawkheart29 Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Poor Cupid, he's just doing his job.

*SuperGirlSwag Dec 12, 2012

I love this.

~thymetoparty Jul 24, 2012 Student Writer

Nice, VERY nice.
Controlling the emotions when it comes to crushes is the best way to go.

Keep up the good work!

~Simili84 Jul 24, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Yep....yes indeed!

couldn't have said it better

=christianross75 Jul 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This poem truly show that we have absolute no control over our emotion.

=C-Allagash Jul 24, 2012

Ok, ok.... next time I meet Cupid, I'll try to control myself and be more polite.

~haakon95 Jul 24, 2012

i think its true that we cant control emotions, no one can forse u to love someon and false love is what hurt the most in this hell to life, so dont make it worse then it already is