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What a Poem Should BeA poem should be new,
New as "spring" is not.
It should be incandescent and alive,
Spinning and mad as a Hatter.
It should be chalkboard dreams
And tea cup wishes that
Contain tears that salt your Earl Gray.
It should be an umbrella smile
With glittering jump rope arms.
It should be groaning with delicious, sibilant words
Like decadence, luxurious, lucious.
It should roll and tumble
Like a silvery-moon-pulled tide
Foam whispering, breathing, breaking
Along a pebbled beach of words.

UntamedThe scream tore its way from my lips,
Threw my head back,
And heaved my chest to the sky.

It cracked my breastbone,
Shattered my ribs,
And shoved my lungs aside,

All in search of my heart,

Which it clawed at desperately
Before ripping from my chest,
And whispering away to the wind.

Sepsismy love for you
has escaped my heart;
it has spread through the
maze of capillaries and veins,
into the arteries.

my adoration
has flooded my brain;
it has inhibited all
rationality, and fogged
all memories.

it has taken unwelcome
refuge in my lungs;
burning in my breath,
devouring the oxygen
sucked past dry lips.

my love for you has gone
septic.

(the doctors say they cannot
clean my polluted blood,
because the infection festers
in my heart.)

Promises

Do you remember my promises?
The night I said those words.
My grip on your hands.
My knees on the floor.

I promised to stay,
and never leave.
I promised to love you,
no matter what happens.

I'll never break that.
Do you believe me?
I'll always fulfill that.
No matter what it takes.

Now I see you.
I remember those promises.
I see your tired smile.
I see your fragile face.

Have you ever felt you're weak,
even though you're strong?
Have you ever felt you're useless,
even though you're able?

Now I'm feeling that.
Now I'm experiencing it.
I could do nothing,
only watch.

Watch as life steals you.
Watch as your life fades.

Broken FriendshipBecause of you I’ll never be the same
Relics of the past drive me insane
Old memories haunt my every thought
Keeping the distant past close this isn’t the fate I sought
Early false futures close me off from reality
Now not able to see what could really be
Forever seeking the glue to piece this back together
Remembering a time that was better
I’m the one to blame for messing this up
Elements devoid now of trust
Never again could this be made right
Destiny is the winning opponent in this fight
Soon the last threads will fall apart
Hoping this won’t shatter my unstable heart
I’m all alone now again
Possibi

Shadow and RadianceOn the west side of Eden
There is nothing but seven graves;
And in the dust, I hear voices chanting
But no bells ring.
Say it:
O for the radiance of a thousand suns
O I am become death, destroyer of worlds
O O O O

Until the rotting teeth
Fall from Golgotha's empty mouth
And tree's grow in the sockets,
Where pleading eyes
Used to be;
No one will know peace.

I used to bask in
The misty sunset's glow.
But now, even Valhalla's feasts
Seem quiet and empty.
I wonder if I'll ever
Get them right.

No wonder.
No wonder.
No wonder.

Those are pearls that were his eyes.

solarsystemshe was my lunar girl.
because she controlled my moods like the tide,
             and how do you cage a moonbeam?

and she was my sunshine girl.
because she was the center of my orbit,
             and nothing shone as brightly as her smile.

and she was my star girl,
because of course there were other girls but none quite like her,
             and we were separated by a million miles.

but what do you say when they ask how it feels to lose e

The Forest.The forest;
It is my friend.

The woods;
They are my home.

The wind blows through the trees
And they speak to me.

The water flows down the stream
And it sings to me.

Leaves play beneath my feet
And moss gets caught in my hair;
Mud clings to my jeans
But I find it hard to care.

As I walk through my forest
I hear the world come to life,
I hear the history of that spot,
The constancy of nature
Before humans lost the plot.

Now as I walk through my forest
I see barbed wire fences,
I see rubbish on the ground;
The conquering of nature
And what is it that we've found?

We found money,
We found power,
We found pain
And we found

My BlanketI close my eyes, burying my face in my arm and pulling the blanket frightfully up over my head. It was quiet and shielding. Nothing else existed. I gripped the corner tightly, so nothing that was outside would ever get in.

After a while I woke up fully, and found a sort of magic in the warmth. I lay there for some time, holding loosely to the corner of my blanket and staring into the fibers as they filtered weak light, making it so I could see a monochrome array of color.

I sat up, finally, wrapping my blanket around my shoulders, looking around the empty and dark place. A single beam of light cut evenly through the darkness. I s

Fields of Gold

Fields of Gold

Gold,
As far as the eye can see,
Tall, dry, golden stalks,
Wave softly in the breeze;
And as they dance,
Join them, together,
Dance in fields of gold,
Sing out your heart,
Relish the warmth,
Relish the sun,
Run and run,
And run forever;
Grasp hands tight,
Pull each other along,
Collapse together,
Laughing, happy,
All in a field of gold.

Remember this,
Savor this time,
This moment,
This togetherness,
This friendship;
Hold it fast,
Hold it dear,
These golden moments together;
For as with golden sand,
This field of gold, too, will trickle,
And slip,
And pour away,
Leaving naught but a memory,
False

Green and GoldThe clock started ticking
And ticked out of mind
The world was awaking
With roses and thyme

The covers are wrinkled
And stuffy, and worn
The bright burning fox's
Bright eyes in the morn

The rivers are rushing
To meet with the sea
The horses are running
Because they are free

The morning is golden
And crisp as the frost
The future is coming
And winter is lost

The budding of daisies
And green growing things
The touch of a dew-drop
On petals and wings

The hum of the ocean
Where no one will venture
The song of the forest
Deep in its centre

The first drops of rain
In a sunshower squall-

The rhythm of thunder
That precedes

You and your...Your tattered, tasseled clothing,

button eyes without thread,

chewed up, half-painted fingernails,

I love you,

You and your
disfigured sex appeal.

Unity Through Faith..?The raging river of tyranny flows
through these lands,
and divides us. Between
the stars and the earth lies
a common aspiration; to
take the righteous path and
ascend unto true beauty.
In futility we struggle on,
blessed beings spurred into action,
as nature's life force is
reduced to kindling to light
our fires; these flames of
contempt and ignorance.
To you, my friends
I bid farewell. I'll see you
where the river meets us.

blued veins.such a pretty boy [he's beautiful], but amongst all that prettiness, he doesn't understand. so fragile. just a brittle frame. translucent, as he stood by the window. she hovers behind, unwilling to break him further.

"you never told me why."

she waits for more.

"i don't understand. how can you think it's right for you when it's hurt you so much?"

he's not done.

"i walked away from you, so you'll never walk away from me. i couldn't imagine the hurt i gave you."

veins on his clenched wrists look so blue [like his eyes]. as she stays quiet, she examined his profile. how can something so painstakingly beautiful look so pained at the same ti

Music Of DeathIs death the end to everything?
A sad song we all must sing?
A broken instrument we all must face,
with broken notes we cannot place.
So out of tune we all must fear,
this hopeless song we all must hear.
Maybe we have no reason to fret,
for death might be a wondrous quartet.
It could be a beautiful dance,
this grand once in a lifetime chance.
Perhaps when one listens close,
and lets oneself become engrossed.
This song that we all will sing,
could possibly be the most beautiful thing.

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by ~WanderingHere, Feb 2, 2010, 12:20:43 PM
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_{I'm tired of this.
        Tired of the warmcold relationship that we have.
        Tired of the embers that are all that remain from our blaze.
                 Tired of the falling ashes.

I'm tired of you.
        Tired of your warmcold moods.
        Tired of your fake smiles that remain untouched.
                 Tired of your pristine beauty.

                  We're little more than a fading dream. I'm waking up.
                                         I'm not that naïve.}

i'm t i r e dby ~WanderingHere

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_{i feel warmcold this sunny day but
i'm not that n.a.i.v.e.

For #theWrittenRevolution members: is the repetition of the word "tired" too much? or just right?}

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*OrenAsher Jun 27, 2010

I totally have been there. Great poem.

~WanderingHere Jun 29, 2010

_{thank you.}

~EatingMyOwnFears Mar 6, 2010

The repetition of the word 'tired' serves to amplify the meaning of the poem. Love it!

~WanderingHere Mar 6, 2010

_{thank you!}

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*KJ-Illustration Feb 25, 2010 Professional Digital Artist

No, absolutely not ~! The way it's repeated gives it it's nessecary strenght and beauty :] You're a really talented writer

Beautiful works!

~WanderingHere Feb 25, 2010

_{thankyouthankyouthankyou! ah, you're so nice!}

*KJ-Illustration Feb 26, 2010 Professional Digital Artist

you're incredibly welcome, love ~!!

~megdaly Feb 18, 2010

I'm obsessed with this poem. I think the repetition of "tired" is just right. The simplicity of the poem makes it very relatable; I'm sure that many people can relate to these feelings (myself included).

~WanderingHere Feb 21, 2010

_{thankyouthankyouthankyou! you're amazing! (just saying)}

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