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Rick Adriolo
(1/31/2013 5:30:00 PM)
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My eyes closed, and I am still, except for the beating of my heart..
But what is a heart when it's stone, cold but bleeding..
What is a heart when its last warmth and feelings is receding..
My ears are open, and I am still, waiting for the right moment..
But it gives time to find the right word to start..
But what is the right word when it is measured, weighed and comes from a frozen heart..
My mouth begins to open, for I try to speak, thoughtful and meaningful words..
There are just a few, small but come on strong..
But they help to correct all I've done wrong..
" I'm sorry" from the depths of my stone-cold-frozen and bleeding heart...Replies for this message:-
Miley Stephans
(2/1/2013 6:40:00 AM)
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I am but a stranger who is nothing but curious, read it through and through but for me, your theme did not strike. would love to know what it is about, for my beating heart desires.
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Miley Stephans
(2/1/2013 6:40:00 AM)
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Allian Bern Fuentes
(1/30/2013 10:04:00 PM)
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Far Away
Transparent spirit pictures
Swimming in the open sky
Its wings are bold letters
Keep your feet up and never lie
Everything gone unanswered
Everything came unknown
Not until I opened my eyes
I want you in my way
We have got this far
Never go away
Everyone has their scars
Every episode comes a question
Don't know if it fits my mind
Sometimes I leave it all behind
Sometimes it lets me down
Every chapter has a caution
Weak hope and broken trust
Not until illusions turn to dusts
You're a part of me
I'm a part of you
Even we're far away
I'll stay close to you
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Allian Bern Fuentes
(1/30/2013 10:01:00 PM)
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A Hero With His Dark Mask
I hid my blackened bones and flipped the angel in front
I did this every time I meet the messengers passing through
To cover up my face and give the mask which I am not
A thousand storms and bullets I blew
My left hand heals the lost, my right hand kills the ghost
Find me in every miles and in every words
You would lift me up and name me with all mosts
But deep behind I'm not the flint tone of my chords
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Nithin Purple
(1/29/2013 9:31:00 AM)
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To Her Beauty
If 'beauty' Be the self satisfied pride she bears,
Each Fly do wing around her cherubic sweet face,
As they; lovers seek what her anonymous covers,
And dream them in a transient trace.
When 'beauty', a self possessed pride, you Worn,
Each fly does wing around your wilt grace,
As what lovers opine, 'how your beauty haste flown;
As falls the man in his transient race'.
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Lu Conner
(1/28/2013 6:26:00 PM)
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The A Team
Long ago,
When I was eighteen.
I felt the sky so low,
That I left the A team.
I was up by the upper hand,
And now I'm gone with another land.
It's too cold tonight,
For angels to fly.
When the sky opens,
And mountains rise,
When heavy wings,
Spread to fly.
When wrinkles disappear,
Along with the pain that is so severe.
Taste the sky in real life again,
And sweet your lips before counting from one to ten.
Moving fingers slightly,
To the right.
Getting another smiley,
Tonight.
Let your light shine,
And brightly be mine.
Let your colors burst,
Color me first.
Coldness shudders throughout my everything,
My extremities chill till waiting for another thing.
Walking alonside the narrow edge of the shore,
And waiting for you a little more.
I taste the salty water,
And feel the white sand run through my fingers.
As she screams not to follow her,
I sink to the smelly stinkers.
Cold rain is so sweet,
Damp heat is so oblique.
Powder starts to be lit,
A kindle that burns my feet.
I cry and sob,
I kill the trees,
And turn them to logs.
I chill and die,
And still I try to fly,
While looking for another fight.
The distance is killing me,
Time and space have become the enemy.
Light and sound seem to drown,
In all this distant drought.
I want to see you maybe,
Even though lately,
I will practically,
Lose you baby.
I have been so mean,
That in me you can't believe in.
Even though I'm already in,
The A Team. -
Jagmeet Singh
(1/28/2013 10:53:00 AM)
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Please tell some poetry contest in which the new teenaged poets like me can participate and have a chance to show our talent..
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(1/28/2013 1:40:00 AM)
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Aldrich Suarez
(1/27/2013 9:23:00 PM)
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The Poet Killer
It is another night that full of dread
that another flesh swinging dead
Sooner they identify that the corpse is a poet
the event gives a terrible message and a treat
Tremble of a succession night and day
bloods and bodies of poets lay
on the streets and alleys.
Canals and Tunnels full of bloods
limbs of trees has hanging arms,
scattered heads and poets heart.
No more songs, poems or stories
Poet killer diminish poetry
with his deeds makes one's worry
and lift our lives to anxiety.
Another night that full of dust
when a tragedy comes in my house
the bulbs dim and immediately bright
And the Poet killer is in my sight
A glimpse, and I close my ears and eyes
and my sweat running that wrap me ice.
I open my eyes but still he's in
holding my pen and a bottle of ink
He acquaint that I inspire him
with my writings that gives him scheme.
He return my pen and harshly said
write my story and I will be glad
as an exchange of Poet's freedom
and he fade with a single whip of drum.
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Lu Conner
(1/27/2013 6:01:00 PM)
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Facebook Fighting
Everybody was Facebook fighting...
Status Updates were as fast as lightning.
Profile pics were a little bit of frightening,
Cause they're dealing with bathroom lighting.
Jingle bells, Twightlight smells,
Edward ran away.
Bella dies, Jacob cries,
Star Wars all the way, yeiReplies for this message:-
Caroline Bulleck
(1/30/2013 4:10:00 PM)
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hahaha. I love it. :)
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Caroline Bulleck
(1/30/2013 4:10:00 PM)
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Archana Kapoor Nagpal
(1/25/2013 7:39:00 AM)
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Let Me Be Born
Please mother let me be born,
I might shine bright like a diamond in your crown,
I want to see the world,
I can anticipate,
It must be a beautiful place,
I can feel within you - as I also participate,
Please mother let me be born,
I might shine bright like a diamond in your crown,
I want to see the birds,
I want to sail a boat,
I want to smell the flowers,
I want to see a cluster of stars,
Please mother let me be born,
I might shine bright like a diamond in your crown,
I want to fly a kite,
I want to see the rainbow high in the sky,
I want to hold your hand,
And walk along the beach side,
Please mother let me be born,
I might shine bright like a diamond in your crown,
I want to play with you,
I want to stay with you,
I want to hug you,
I just want to be with you!
Please mother let me be born,
I might shine bright like a diamond in your crown,
I want to get drenched in rain,
I want to fall in love - again and again,
I want to be a mother,
Of a wonderful daughter,
Please mother let me be born,
I might shine bright like a diamond in your crown,
Why do you want to kill me?
I am your daughter!
Your mother did not kill you,
She brought you into the world,
Please mother let me be born,
I might shine bright like a diamond in your crown,
I will not leave you,
When you need me most,
I will not betray you,
When you get old,
Please mother let me be born,
I might shine bright like a diamond in your crown,
Give me a chance,
Let me be born,
Just once,
Let me be born!
Please mother let me be born,
I might shine bright like a diamond in your crown.
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