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Through an Angel's Eye

Some see the world through rose-colored glasses,
some see it only as bad.
Some see man split into one of three classes,
some see it only as sad.

They say that the eye to the soul is a window,
some find such introspect lame.
Still others may prefer to focus on shadow,
some seek out fortune and fame.

To see the world softly through colors sublime,
requires a heart that is pure.
Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,
the eye must be steady and sure.

Through the eyes of angels she captures our world,
the wonder of God in her lens.
By virtue of her work beauty is unfurled,
earning her many a friend.

To HooverHoover state: waking up to sleep
because that’s all I’m good for;
out of work, out of time again
and my brother won’t spare a dime.

Blanket sweat reminds me of this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in depressions of this planet;
the moon weeps for me in daytime.

I yank my pockets out, like it's
my country's flag; punch-line of the
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in my sagging skin on decline.

I've no penny to my name,
jumping out the window (one
last time) makes me worth more in this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep.

Broken Hearts Can Still Keep BeatingHis hands are not like yours.

Grieving
like lace across glass; a
[a] black galaxy
made a memory of me.
He told me he felt
cast into chaos.

Arms flailing,
he murmured

"A distant red dwarf--
wove stories
of liars."

A subtle kiss of stardust
felt like a promise
holding the world still
but even that
suddenly seemed made up.

I'm sorry,
I still don't know you.

RedRed is the blood of life flowing through veins;
Red is the petals of a lover’s rose.
Red is the stripes looping ‘round candy canes;
Red is the polish painted on my toes.

Red is the crab apple eaten by deer;
Red is the velvet of Christmas stockings.
Red is the lantern welcoming new year;
Red is the plumage of cardinal wings.

Red is the blossoms waving from the tree;
Red is the brick wall protecting my home.
Red is the sunrise saluting the sea;
Red is the faded ink on the worn tome.

Red is the color of life, love, and war,
And yet red symbolizes so much more.

Stand StrongI stand in awe at the strong winds blowing
Hurricanes rising and tornadoes growing
Housing blown away and long hair flowing
Killing the crops of this year's sowing.
Stay strong, dear brothers; Strong in disaster
Stout in the winds that blow ever faster
Stay strong for your children, strong for your wives,
To get to the morning you must first traverse the night.

ContrariwiseSilly little Alice,
Forget all you thought you knew,
For deep inside your head,
Everything is all askew.

If they tell you that one plus one,
Equals twelve and half, my dear,
Don't worry yourself about it,
For two is so last year.

Don't even try to be different,
Or it'll be "Off with her head!",
And you'll find it's better to live a lie,
Than it is to end up dead.

So heed this socially accepted advice,
Ditch any scraps of your insanity,
To cavort with the Hare in March,
Join the Hatter for a cup of tea.

Fritter your days away,
Dancing under a Cheshire moon,
Don't mind the surrounding chaos,
Ignore impending doom.

But even as you join in

A Poem for LokiRhyming is hard
Just so you know
But for a friend
I'm giving it a go

His name is Loki
From Scotland, of course
Today is his birthday
I heard from a source

Plays Pokemon for fun
and Nuzlockes them too
Though one in particular
Might need a redo

His adventure in Hoenn
Was not quite grand
Many comrades died
Of course, not planned

But in the end he won
With a badass team
Including a Mightyena
Who reigned supreme

Not forgetting Mad6
Who replaced 5 before him
His chances of survival
Were really quite slim

And then there was Boom
Who exploded with glee
Against a troll Milotic
We won't forget thee

Tittypank is next
In the list of honours
Though

Continuous VoicesIt all began when I was ten
I found what lingered in my head disturbing
And it wasn’t until I grabbed a pen
And saw what truly lingered when I began writing.

There were continuous voices within my head
I was not one to favor them dead
Although, they had violet images attached
The way I wrote them matched.

Since then, the voices have changed
Octaves have risen and lowered
Their words have exchanged
And eventually became uncensored.

These continuous voices have brought war
Ones with an uprising roar
And at moments I want to kill the sound
For they are so profound.

Yet, they continue to crescendo
And welcome me to a hidden story
And so

Aur si plumbUn gând de aur, dar se simte
mai greu ca un pumnal de plumb
ce intră-n coaste, se învârte,
și caută să iasă prin minte...
Stilou de aur, scrie versuri,
dar lasă urme ca de plumb,
pe foi mânjite de cerneală,
și de cafea, și alte resturi...

Un glonţ de aur, dar se simte
mai tandru ca o zi de plumb,
îl pun aici, închid capacul,
și ca un gând, îl scot prin minte.

SandmanSleepwalking in tainted dreams
Falling through its open seams
Caving into unsure grounds
In a dream where fear abounds

Tightrope nerves are torn right through
All the facts become untrue
Screams are muted and lost midway
Still terror exists to my dismay

Faces change the closer I peer
The way I feel becomes unclear
And in the end I know it's fake
The pivotal moment when I awake

But still disturbed and afraid to dream
I wonder if they are at all what they seem
So I close my eyes and there you are
Staring at me looking bizarre

You told me you were there for me
To fight off the frauds valiantly
Trusting you I did what you said
I unmasked the

What may be a dream?Oh, what may be a dream but wishes mute?
Those thoughts that dance and prance a time or two?
The silent longings of the heart set free
To lift the spirit from chambers dark and cold.
A dream is as a morning mist of spring;
Refreshing, light, and gently promising
To all who sleep and wake in time to catch
The welcome peace and glory they behold.
But woe to waking hours; the bitterness they bring
When dreams escape the loving hold of thought!
The plaintive heart starts longing once again
To sink into the realms of possibility.

An AfflictionA bitter, purging wave of syllables
Unspoken chunks of memories and thoughts
Imperfect, raw and utterly sincere
The phonemes splatter hard against your heart

The sudden, wracking, cathartic release
Of vowels, consonants, and emotions
Completely empties your reserves of verse;
Vocabulary drips from nostrils flared

A fragment of dreams clings onto your tongue
Before it's spat on the reflective pit
That dreadful grip begins anew and forces
A dry-heave of clichés and tired words

And though it tears the lining of your soul
This sickness shall continue; never cloyed

Faerie InspirerThere once was a faerie so stunning and fair
With smooth caramel skin, and long, dark, locked hair

She was clever in mind with a deep-rooted soul
A carnal shaped figured; true beauty in whole

She danced in the wind, with her wings at her side
Enchanting onlookers who fell mesmerized

As she flew through the sky, to her home on the moon
Her departure caused many admirers to swoon

They composed complex tunes, and wrote tales of her splendor
And drew detailed depictions, desperate to remember

The faerie’s return saw loud cheers and great art
Each piece revealing a piece of their hearts

They begged her to dance for their eyes once agai

An Aching NeedAn Aching Need

This Kingdom of magic and wonder suits me very well, for I am without want.

I rule absolutely over my ugly subjects, like a puppet-master maneuvering strings.

The sting of want may not exist, but I have an aching desire for the one I hunt.

They are fairly simple , yet very beautiful to me; I NEED them above all other things.

My wiles and trials to win them over have led to a devious act, for which I regret not.

Whisked away through my mystical Labyrinth, her beloved brother sits upon my capable lap.

Though through her luck, and some help, she has made it to me, and ruin she has wrought.

And even though I thought myself

A man such as meHow do you think it would be,
to be like a man such as me?

Copper mane unkempt, unruly, distort,
from showers too long and sleep too short.
Eyes darting erratically, vibrant and blue,
sunken in purple pits, looking blackened and bruised.
A nose, big and red, once hit with a bat,
a maw full of teeth, yellowed, crooked and that.
A beard full and lush, fit for a king,
(one I should trim one evening...)

Betwixt my shoulders lies a beating heart
one which stirs for music, words and art,
one which constantly yearns for intimate love,
but is under command by the grey matter above.
A pair of lungs, tightly restricted by my bulk,
only shallow breath

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Say To YouI don't think that you're ready
To hear the things I have to say to you
You held me down for so long now
I forgot the sky was so damn blue

So thanks for holding me back
When I could have run free
Thanks for throwing me down
And recking all my dreams

Thanks for pushing ahead
While pushing me behind
Thanks for breaking me so
And fucking up my mind

I don't think that you're ready
To hear the things I have to say to you
You held me down for so long now
I forgot the sky was so damn blue

You always did the best for you
And for that I'll give a hand
But you had me under your control
Following your every demand

You had me so low

LaughLaugh, I'm falling again just like before
I know you want to open your mouth wide
Point while fatal insults pour out
Does it make you happy to laugh while I fall

Laugh, I'm breaking again pieces fall apart
The wounds reappearing I thought had gone
Forever never lasts very long these days
Promises broken words fall flat on the floor

Laugh, I'm losing all incentive to care anymore
What have I got left but these broken down dreams
But dreams turn into nightmares that keep me awake
For I'm too scared to close my eyes and give in

Laugh, I'm proving you right again you knew
That I'd never make it on my own you always knew
Better than

PinkPink is an awesome colour
Pink reminds me of another
Wait...no it doesn't

Pink the colour of bubblegum
Pink makes me want to hum
Pink's so pretty

Pink is so fricken happy
Pink makes me take a nappy
Wait...not really

Pink makes the world go round
Pink I wish it made a sound
It'd make a cool sound

Pink is so totally rad
Pink you make me so glad
Wait...well yea it does

Pink where did you come from
Pink the colour of pigs bum
Heehee pigs bum

Pink you are my life
Pink please be my wife
Wait...please don't

TenderlyHold me tenderly tonight in your dreams
I know you'll think of me I saw it in your eyes
So think of me as you turn out the lights
And as you're drifting off to sleep remember

Do you feel me in your arms right now
Because that's where I am in my dream
Safe from harm away from blinding light
Just together, alone in the silent darkness

Hold me tenderly tonight as I lie awake
I know you're holding me in your mind
I wish these feelings would never change
This moment of bliss as you hold me tenderly

ShadowsI feel safer in the shadows
Don't make me step into the sun
I'd rather stay here in the darkness
Until the daylight's finally gone

I used to walk out in the sunlight
On the paths that were well worn
I used to follow all the people
All the people that I now scorn

So don't make me leave my shadows
Though it's not like you really could
You're too busy playing games
With the people you rather would

I remember standing out beside you
To feel the warmth upon my face
You were the miracle to guide me
But now you'll never have that grace

I feel safer in my shadows
I think I always knew I would
Here I can hide from all the sunlight
A

Feel YouI feel you breathing on my shoulder and I tremble
I can taste your breath with every exhale that you take
I want to feel you by me now as the nights grow colder
Want to fall asleep to the sound of your heart beating

I feel you here I need you here
Don't leave me here
I want you near I need you near
Don't leave me here alone

But when the beating fades and all time has gone away
Will I turn to find you aren't there and maybe never were
The time it slowly fades as the minutes turn to days
My nights so lonely now when you're not here with me

I feel you here I need you here
Don't leave me here
I want you near I need you near
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Everything To Everyone

by ~Bittersweet17, Jul 26, 2004, 6:42:27 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

I'm so tired of being
Everything to everyone
I think it's time I was
Everything to myself

I'm so tired of bending
Catching everyone around me
When's my turn for mending
When's the time for me to be free

Cuz my heart is breaking
From saving you
Constantly

And my body's shaking
It wants a chance
To be me

I could fly if my wings weren't broken
I could soar if my eyes would start to see
If I could have just one thing that I am wanting
I could be everything for you again

I'm so tired of being
Everything to everyone
I think it's time I was
Everything to myself

Everything To Everyoneby ~Bittersweet17

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2004-2013 ~Bittersweet17

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~snazy-a-tastic Jul 27, 2004 Photographer

Wonderful, as per usual.

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~swah87 Jul 26, 2004

it's beautiful, I know the feeling well.

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~Jazzpirate Jul 26, 2004 Hobbyist Photographer

hughug. I like your work. it always gets the point across well.

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~Bittersweet17 Jul 26, 2004 Writer

thanks a lot

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~HpJunky Jul 26, 2004 Hobbyist General Artist

You are a very talented poet... wow!

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