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posted by irena83
The jour of your birth
has been labeled par darkness.
Your birth is your death.
toi have died a thousand times
in your heart,
death shines in your eyes,
following toi like a limpet.


You've died,
though toi still breathe,
but life is just a shadow
of your past,
toi don't see the life.


Your road is spiny,
hope is smothered and distant
to your sight.
You're on the road,
but this road is your life,
and this life is a burden of
your fate,
and past never dies until toi die.


Your road is full of thorns,
empty and abandoned,
like your heart,
like your life.


The jour of your birth
has been labeled
par darkness.
It's everywhere toi look,
you're on this road alone
and this road is the burden
of your fate,
past never dies until toi die.
posted by irena83
In this night
composed of beads sprinkled
of the memories and remembrance of
the days that sill live in the hearts of sorrow.


In this night
I chercher for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...


Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.


In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past has been stopped
par this moment of fidelity,
this moment belongs to us.


Make my demons go away,
I know,you're the only one,
the only one who can stop the pain.


Beads are sprinkled all over,
this beads of past,
rolling to the floor to my foot
just to remind me,
just to punish me
for the days when my strength
was gone,
when I was gone,
burried par the thoughts of darkness and grief.


But this night belongs to magic,
the magic of your presence,
this night will forgive my weakness,
so I shall forgive,
I will pick these beads and I will be free,
fear won't find me,
the night will forgive me.
A brief note : The Lady Of Shalott is a poem that was written in the 1800's and it is loosely based on the story of Elaine & Sir Lancelot .




The Lady of Shalott
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Part I

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.


Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot....
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posted by chattycatty
this mur saves me
this mur helps me
this mur is bad for me

i cant see any light
no sun not a crack
i dont dare to brake it

for all the times ive cried a brick is built to the mur
i cant see anyone nothing at all its all pitch black its a dark hole
it threatins the light out of everything im like a rag doll thrown around.
i built the mur par my self now par myself i will tear it down

maybe not today ou tomorrow but someday this mur will tumble down.
i hope and pray that the mur will go away but it grows and grows and grows.
i have built it so high that the pain inside i cannot feel my

friends are...
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posted by irena83
In the silence of
your thoughts
toi hear the wind of
past.


Wind of memories,
wind that whispers
the most powerful words
that are locked inside your heart.


In the silence of
your words,
toi feel the strength
of the things that have never
been revealed,
the unspoken words that
are hidden in your heart.


In the silence of
your dark
toi see these memories
that are never going to fade.


In the silence of
your heart
toi hear the calling,
toi hear the whisper of
the wind which is sent
par the dearest one,
the one that has a special
place in your heart.


That's the silence
of your heart.
The tiny ballerina figurine
As unique as an owl in winter
As beautiful as Christmas morning joy
It stands alone, looking at the other toys in the girl's room.
She remembers when she first got her.
Her birthday.
Will never forget her reaction.
Other poupées came and went
But not the little figurine.
She dances slowly as the girl falls asleep
Her porcelin skin cold and shiny
Pretty white tutu dress
Always ready to dance and bring happiness
One jour she was ignored
Weeks and days went by
Her owner, forgetting her presence.
The girl grew more, and her nightlight went
Making the ballerina feel scared and alone.
The...
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SPIRITUAL DAWN

When debauchees are roused par the white, rosy dawn,
Escorted par the Ideal which gnaws at their hearts
Through the action of a mysterious, vengeful law,
In the somnolent brute an Angel awakens.

The inaccessible blue of Spiritual Heavens,
For the man thrown to earth who suffers and still dreams,
Opens and yawns with the lure of the abyss.
Thus, dear Goddess, Being, lucid and pure,

Over the smoking ruins of stupid orgies,
Your memory, clearer, plus rosy, plus charming,
Hovers incessantly before my widened eyes.

The sunlight has darkened the flame of the candles;
Thus, ever triumphant, resplendent...
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posted by Ayaka
She's different, an outcast
of society, she won't last.
But no matter what, she isn't alone
for at accueil she has a friend of her own.
He's a special one, no doubt about it
who loves her, her every bit.
To the point of, following her
like a shadow, bound forever.

Together, they live in the lost
away from reality, a world she has tossed.
Playing, sleeping, a wondering shadow
Innocence, deceit, away from the know.
She's trapped in silence, par her friend
waiting for a savior, before the end.
With no strength, she has chosen to retreat
Dwelling, lingering, in her choice of defeat.
O ends of autumn, winters, springtimes drenched with mud,
Seasons that lull to sleep! I l’amour you, I praise you
For enfolding my cœur, coeur and mind thus
In a misty shroud and a filmy tomb.

On that vast plain where the cold south wind plays,
Where in the long, dark nights the weather-cock grows hoarse,
My soul spreads wide its raven wings
More easily than in the warm springtide.

Nothing is sweeter to a gloomy heart
On which the hoar-frost has long been falling,
Than the permanent aspect of your pale shadows,

O wan seasons, queens of our clime
— Unless it be to deaden suffering, side par side
In a casual bed,...
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posted by stickymonkey
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the montrer to me had brought:

For oft, when on my canapé I lie
In vacant ou in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my cœur, coeur with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
this is my favourite l’amour poem, please read, it's beautiful ...
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Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things par a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains Kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister fleur would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams Kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou Kiss not me?


Percy Bysshe Shelley
(1803-1882)
added by Princess-Yvonne
Annabel Lee

It was many and many a an ago,
In a kingdom par the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom toi may know
par the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to l’amour and be loved par me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom par the sea;
But we loved with a l’amour that was plus than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a l’amour that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom par the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore...
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posted by stellie
My name is hurt,
I make u feel bad,
I was created by
Someone u know.

I make u feel very bad,
I'm an emotion
U can't c me,
Because I'm inside u.

I make u feel sad,
I make u cry
About the stupidest things
And I give u the tears in ur eyes.

Someone created me
par something they did,
Then they put me inside u
2 haunt u forever.

I haunt u every day,
I'm like an itch u can't scratch,
U think of me,
Beautifully bad I am.

I may b
Young ou very old,
I won't dissappear,
U have 2 deside when I should die.

I'm really bad,
No good inside,
Though people always say
I learnt something.

I don't help a lot
Mostly I destroy u
From the inside out,
I'm not easy 2 stop.

I create the bad times u have,
I make the desitions,
I'm bad
And my name is hurt.
posted by cuteypuffgirl
Tears rolling down my cheek,
eyes red fighting to breathe.
Alone in a room,
dark and sound.
In despair for a long time.
Something toi can't escape,
some unbearable
Words seem to slip,
body feels so weak
Windows down, curtains closed
Alone
Dark thoughts race
Memories fly
In despair for a long time
Again
Eyes closed
Skin cold, ready to walk away
Have the freedom to make choices
Forget despair
Ignore everyone who ignores you
It hurts to think
about despair
Complications, frustrations,
leave them behind.
posted by csiAthens96
The Monogram

by Odysseas Elytis

I will always mournhear me?for you, alone, in Paradise.

I

Fate, like a switchman, will turn
Elsewhere the lines of the palm
Time will concede for one moment

How else, since man loves and is loved

The heavens will perform our insides
And innocence will strike the world
With the scythe of deaths blackness.

II

I mourn the sun and I mourn the time that comes
Without us and I sing of others whove passed
If this is true

The bodies addressed and boats sweetly gliding by
The guitars that flicker under the waters
The believe me and the dont
One in the air and one in the music

The two small...
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posted by kyvo2697
 hand in hand
hand in hand
Your here par my side!
Although both trapped and tied.
both confused.
used.
abused.
Your laying with me,
out in the dark,
Stars still blinding
sirens still chiming.
At least we are together
but why can't toi see
why your really here
right beside me.
your adding to the problem
but yet toi heal.
your like a drug
that makes me feel
like the pain is gone.
I need you
want toi
l’amour toi
A word to strong
for toi to bare
so toi act if
toi don't even care.
But deep inside
Inside your heart
toi know I was yours
right from the start.
Although the pain that is causes
to have to wait
for toi to realize
your certain fate.
It's well worth it
in the end
when your spending eternity with me
hand in hand
posted by KerryL1986
I feel like I've waited for you
all of my life
waited to hear your voice
to feel your arms around me
I've waited for you
to touch your lips to mine
to run your fingers through my hair
I feel like I've waited for you
to whisper in my ear
to tell me toi l’amour me
I feel like I've waited for you
to make me feel whole
to help me feel anything
to montrer me love
but then I found you
fear rans through me
was I enough for you
was I good for you
then you'd touch me
my fears would melt away
my pulse would quicken
my body burned
but these feelings that I felt
they didn't last
you keet pulling away
taking my cœur, coeur with you
soon you'll...
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posted by r260897
now standing on last jour of an
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
jour par jour we got used to
night par night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
suivant time we'll say
"damn our cœur, coeur still misses
THE 2011"
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posted by OakTown_Queen
My l’amour is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the plus I entreat
ou how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed par her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much plus in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What plus miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle feu with wonderful device
Such is the power of l’amour in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
posted by r260897
Ye, Lord let the fragrance of flowers
Mix in blowing breeze
Make the shade of trees even glacière
To give traveler much plus peace
Let the trees go even wider and taller
To save the earth from burning heat
Make the smell of soil so sweet
That the countrymen live to die for their country
Let the sun shine even brightly
To make blé, maïs fields look like gold
Lord make the sky even wider
To save us from every harm
Let the moonlight spread around
Let the beauty make us a bit warm
Oh Lord above all, Give us a willing cœur, coeur
Lord, let us be your part….. your part