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posted by australia-101
we tie time
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
hoặc between this time
and last time.
30 giây in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
hoặc practicing that new
dance di chuyển which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the tiếp theo big thing,
although that makes a different
di chuyển new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
posted by irena83
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Fearless tim, trái tim beats
in my chest,
strong and proud,
sensitive and fragile.



Collecting all these words
bạn gave as if
those are significant,
but your tim, trái tim has never
spoken to me.



Empty words bạn gave,
the depth that lies in them
bạn treaded,
though I still remember that
glow in your eyes,
I still remember,
though your false love
is spreading its wings
only in dreams of my own
world.



It was me who left,
and yet
I'm still trying to forget,
still trying to erase every
moment of happiness
we lived.
And my tim, trái tim is not weak,
even though it's lonely,
loneliness itself doesn't fear me,
for it loves me,
loneliness chose me.



Loneliness is jealous,
won't leave me be,
loneliness is in tình yêu
with me,
filled within my heart,
it has chosen me.

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Natalie talks about her latest album 'Leave Your Sleep'; thi ca bởi various poets adapted to music.
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posted by Cherry9090
I do not belong.
They do not see.
They can not feel the pain.
The pain of being alone.
Unloved.
I am dead to this hateful world.


All I ever wanted was love.
Happiness.
To have someone hold me.
Tell me they tình yêu me,
Someone I can trust.
Someone who will never let go.


All I see.
All I feel.
Is this hateful world.
Full of people who lie.
And use you.
They hate and most do not know why.
They think hurting people and the people they tình yêu makes them stronger.
It might.
But it hurts us real bad.

I do not belong here.
I am not apart of this world.
I do not feel what others feel.
I do not see what others see.


I am full of love....
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Source: S. Ritchie (montage)
posted by gublerlover1
i was only seven
you left to quickly
and im still in pain
i miss u
i miss ur voice
i miss those days
talking to u was always a good choice

u were always so full of life
full of tình yêu and happiness
warmth and safety
you were full of war and history
so many story's
i wish u were still here
i know that selfish
but it fills so empty
without u here

i still think of you
day and night
i still see ur face
hear your voice
inside my mind
and no matter what
i know that i will always tình yêu you
but i also know
that no matter what
when i think about that day
i know that the pain will never go away
until i am able to see bạn again

if...
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This is part of the poem from the movie "Tristan and isolde. My fav movie aswel :P
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posted by arcticflake
Slowly they creep up
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer

The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer

An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge

Never letting things die
untill we die!


Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?

Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?

Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders

Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and tình yêu and Laugh

Is this really life?
The Core Of What It Means To Be A Writer bởi Adam Skelter via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Spottedtail139
\\What makes us human?//

【War】

War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile 
But we beg

War is the scientist 
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan

War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so

War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon bởi all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world

~ Written bởi a Poet for the Wandering Souls
posted by mountainlion
How I Really Feel About You


I hate putting up with this act.

I can't stand it anymore.

I have to tell bạn how I really feel.

I don't know if bạn will like it

but here it goes:

I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see bạn again.

I hate that bạn think I will do anything for you

because bạn still think I like you.

I like someone new and I know that they

will treat me better than bạn ever did.

That is how I really feel about you, and I

knew that bạn wouldn't like it, but bạn know what

I DON'T CARE!
posted by Lovetreehill
On my school notebooks
On my bàn and on the trees
On the sands of snow
I write your name

On the pages I have read
On all the white pages
Stone, blood, paper hoặc ash
I write your name

On the hình ảnh of gold
On the weapons of the warriors
On the crown of the king
I write your name

On the jungle and the desert
On the nest and on the brier
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name

On all my scarves of blue
On the moist sunlit swamps
On the living lake of moonlight
I write your name

On the fields, on the horizon
On the birds’ wings
And on the mill of shadows
I write your name

On each whiff of daybreak
On the sea, on...
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posted by tayandkris4evr
Now now. Don't be offended. Don't take this seriouslly. If bạn don't like this poem just di chuyển on. :) Enjoy.
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Stupid girls


I don’t understand you.

Why do bạn constantly check the mirror?

Why do bạn constantly flaunt your body?

Why do bạn constantly throw your future away?


I don’t understand you.

Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down

Is that appealing?

Stuffing, smacking, bending.

What a life.


bạn live for attention. bạn live to view. bạn live to be viewed.


Now I know why the guys go for you.

You’re easy.

You’re trashy.

bạn can be thrown away.


Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…

I don’t understand…
posted by arcticflake
Humanity
Disturbed, warped, some would say insane

Rotting fading some would say dying

Where is humanity? People killing friends
Suicide, homicide, murder: First digree, một giây digree, Third digree

What does it all mean?

Painfull death: Shooting Stabbing hanging

Where has all the tình yêu gone

Living to be killed: Hitmen, dealers, thieves

Your roommate's a killer? bạn went camping on Friday the 13th?
These meaningless lies & rumors pass bởi undetected, Yet have the most profound affect on our lives

We live in a human world filled with savage beast

Violent beatings, drunken fights as we struggle with humanity gone astray

Being sucked into the endlesss black abyse

Screaming into deaf ears
Begging for các câu trả lời from the silent

Slowly fading dying losing all humanity

Now I stand here asking, pleading for answers, what happened?
posted by juicyjossy9
John Keats

(1795–1821)


Soon the assembly, in a vòng tròn rang’d,
Stood silent round the shrine: each look was chang’d
To sudden veneration: women meek
Beckon’d their sons to silence; while each cheek
Of virgin bloom paled gently for slight fear.
Endymion too, without a forest peer,
Stood, wan, and pale, and with an awed face,
Among his brothers of the mountain chase.
In midst of all, the venerable priest
Eyed them with joy from greatest to the least,
And, after lifting up his aged hands,
Thus spake he: “Men of Latmos! shepherd bands!
Whose care it is to guard a thousand flocks:
Whether descended from...
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