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Could it be...Could it be
That the clues I leave
Are really just holes
Just emptying my soul

Could it be
That no one can see
The pictures I draw
Of the things I saw

Could it be that
I write things people forget
And the things I say
Are forgotten within a day

Could it be that
People regret
Reading the things I write
And I just don't know it yet

Could it be
You can't understand me
And all my dreams
Aren't possible in this reality

Could it be
That I don't know myself
That I can't actually ever say
What I want to say

Could it be
That you are all deaf
And there is no reason left
To go on with me and continue talking

Could it be
That I just don't know
An

Heartless Hospitality~You have your games
and I have mine
You have your means to an end
And I have nothing but time

Everyone looks at me with death in their eyes
Some kind of cooked up betrayal I committed
No use in me denying these lies
There is nothing left to be said

I come knocking at your door
And you deny me the simple warmth
Of your arms and your heart
Letting this wall keep us apart

I sit here alone with myself
And I understand
I've cut off the rotten limb that got me nowhere
Cut off the screams of "It's not fair!"

What is the use of jealousy
What is the use of feeling these feelings?
I tell you I don't care for you anymore
You caused this conclusion w

Listen to the muttering of a dead heart~Lets just forget about each other
Lets walk separate paths down the road
If we go different ways we'll be better
And we won't have to act so icy cold

I'm starting to get used to
Being alone at night
I'm starting to get used to
Our difference in height

I don't really know your thoughts
I only know half of mine
But I like to pull away
And you don't seem to mind

Can I just keep my mouth shut though?
Can I keep going the way I am
With my head going through the clouds
And your feet firmly planted on land

I'm ready for an artificial life
And I'm ready for you to choose for yourself
I can't tell you to your face
But at least I am honest with mys

Reaper in the ShadowsI am the dust in the gathering light,
Heard in the drop of morning rain,
Looming within the rose bud,
A speck in night's velvet wake.

I whisper louder than Zephyr,
Sing with a voice that's croaked,
You hear me beneath the screams,
Of fears Silence cloaked.

As warm as Love's confusion,
As cold as the other's heart.
The shady, cunning warrior,
Who tears the world apart.

You'll find me drowned in water,
Buried deep in desert sand.
Unseen like the wisp of vapor,
That came from no man's land.

Freed to be caged forever,
In an endless labyrinthian maze.
Where each dead end is my escape,
And waxed wings are set ablaze.

Die With MeDie with me in the morning haze
To make our beating hearts unite.
Die with me on the darkest days
As we bask in each other's light.
Die with me when the stars align
And all the world begins to cry.
Die with me as our souls entwine
When angels tears fall from the sky.
Die with me as time ticks away
Those resplendent twilight hours.
Die with me as the pine trees sway
In the fields of golden flowers.
Die with me as I hold you tight
So we may share our last goodnight.

A Letter to No OneThe clock ticked against silence,
Upon the cemetery of a room.
Deep sighs weave through the air,
Meager warmth in compressed despair.

Moths fall prey to a musty lampshade,
An opened window to Night’s gloom.
Thoughts dance like ripples on water,
And clouds on the hiding moon.

A lullaby plays from the gentle sound,
Made by scratching pen on paper.
One story told too many times,
Is voiced from words created.

Though this time revived from lies,
A phoenix forms the ugly truth.
The pen rolls from the wooden desk,
Having served its final use.

Old dusty dolls and teddy bears,
Watched helplessly through glassy eyes.
No star showed to twinkl

SilenceThey say speaking is silver and silence is gold,
In some cases it might be true.
But there is also a truth that goes untold,
Even if it might be quite blue.

Silence is sometimes bad,
Not always so don't get upset.
Some things that are evil can make us go mad,
Some things that are even a threat.

Even if your enemies will make your blood boil,
The silence of your friends will be what hurts you more.
Words might hurt us, but silence can torment us.

Songbirds"Songbirds"

In the summer I grow rather fond

Of watching the swans hover over sea

And often wonder what it would be

Like if they could be like me.

Rather, I wonder if I could grow wings

And soar above the stores and malls

Gliding between buildings

And downtown city hall.

To be like a bird

To have such freedom

Does that sound absurd

To fly towards a kingdom?

I'd fly south for the winter

Avoiding the cold in the city

Because snow stings like splinters

Leaving marks not very pretty.

I'd leave colors in the sky

And into the burning sun

But not before I die

Or not to be outdone

I'd perform circles in the air

Spreading my wing

ObsoleteObsolete.

Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.

But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.

Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,

As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.

So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.

Just remember this world,

This univ

Purpose.Purpose.

What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.

What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.

What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.

What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.

What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.

What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.

What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.

What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.

What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.

Kela Lewis-Morin

Breaking NewsBreaking News.

That's somebody's mother.

Who was beaten and raped by another

Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires.

Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin.

Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire.

That's somebody's daughter.

Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured.

By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings.

Super heros do not exist in this reality.

Does that mean this world is not worth saving?

That's somebody's father.

Who was shot by another individual who would rather

Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute.

The things humans can do to each other.

No

One Day It'll Make SenseI hope that one day it'll all make sense,

But until then I'm stuck living in the past-tense,

This isn't my choice, it's against my will,

Because I can't tell my brain how to feel,

They say we grow from our life experiences,

But I'm struggling to do that, in all seriousness,

People tell me that I have a beautiful skill,

That I can make one feel my mind by words that are real,

But lately I find it to be more of a burden,

Thoughts that I can't stop from turning,

One day...I hope not so far away,

I just may...actually make it, to their dismay.

Bluesque IllusionReach over the sun
You need to see ahead of yourself
Reach over the sun out
You've already seen how to be broken

Reach over the sun so
You can be ready soon
Reach over the sun out
Believe in your tears that soaked your skin

I can never see what's ahead of me
A never-ending yearning crossroad
Is flesh really worth to hold on to?
I touch it and it always feels so cold

I've never seen a blue sky
I wonder if it's searching
For every broken dreambound
On what life has left for us

There's something about blue that attaches me
To the point of crying scarlet
Its illusion sometimes in a deeper shade
Leaving me yearning for what's left of loving

A

Fake/RealIt' so simple, so easy
Smiling, crying, loving
Even though I feel almost nothing

It's scary, to say the least
But that is what the world is turning me into
What is slipping away from me

The line is getting more and more blurry
What is fake and what is real
Why do they both feel the same?

The cold numbness is coming closer
Wishing to tip me over
But I won't go down without a fight

The strong emotions
The extremes of them
Are still there

It might not be much
They might be hard to handle
But I won't let them go

This rollercoast might never end
The highs and lows worse and better
But if I figure out how to hold on and keep my

You're a CageYou're a Cage, mother
and I love you
but I can't handle it,
because every time you tell me you want to die
a part of me dies as well.

Don't you see how it makes me feel?
Of course you don't
because I smile.
I act apathetic.
You're sad enough for the both of us
and I have to be strong because you're not.

I'm not strong either, but I have to be.
Inside, I'm suffering too.

You're a cage, mother.
A cage with a simple lock.
I have the key
but I won't use it.
I can't,
because you can't live without me
and I love you
even though being around you sometimes
makes me wonder what I'm living for.

You're a cage
that locks away my independence.
I d

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I Want To Fly Ever So High

by ~valleigh, Sep 16, 2012, 1:54:34 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I lay in a field,
On a blanket,
Looking up at the sky,
What a cool fall day,
What a lovely sky,
I wish I could fly like a bird
And be ever so high
I want to touch the clouds,
And feel so free,
I know it will never be,
No reason to stop dreaming,
It passes time,
And makes me feel so alive.

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~ERaven77 Sep 17, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I have always felt that way. Nicely written..

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~valleigh Sep 17, 2012 Student Writer

thanks again

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~ERaven77 Sep 18, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

No problem

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~ProjectSicilian Sep 16, 2012 Student Writer

A simple but great poem. I like the imagery and the conveyance of your feelings.

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~valleigh Sep 16, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you, I love to be simple

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