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Far of starLost among the stars was she,
Never really thought to see.
What had come to be a curse,
Was really all she was meant to be.

She tried and in her something died
Each twinkling light brighter still
Nothing could calm her fevered soul
Nothing could end this thickening nightmare.

Her sickly arm reached out high
Aiming for that far of sky
Why had he left her now
Right when she needed him so much more?

She died alone that very night
Lost in her unseeing eyes
Her love for him- never ending.
Finally they would be together again.

The last performanceNever ending is this storm
Can't they just blow the horn?

My end is near
I haven't anything left to fear.

People do now crowd around
Hoping for a last sound.

They watch with cold eyes and hearts alike
Running fully on pure spite.

Mother cries as she sees
Her daughter begging on her knees.

Skin swept with clammy cold
I wish for someone to hold.

No one dares to approach me
Fearful, as always, that someone will see.

My voice has deserted me now
All that's left is my final bow.

But as I lift my head and stand
Someone thinks to raise their hand.

Alone am IAs the cool breeze blows,
And the gentle sun beams,
I wonder how things could have gone so wrong.

I try to calm the storm
Roaring deep in my soul,
To dry the tears slipping down my cheeks.

Alone in the sun,
Whispers over the sea,
I watch my friends smile without me.

My warningNobody else can see the pain
That only I seam to gain.

How is it fair that I am me
When there is so much more I could be?

My dearest wish so close to my heart
That one day I will be set apart.

I know my day will come
When I soar and find a home.

Hope is a dangerous thing
Do not allow your voice to sing!

To be different is a blessing and a curse
One that can only end in a hearse.

So hold my warning in your mind
For if you ever reach that time.

Cruel is this fameWherever does the river rush
To ends and beyond.
To tumble and bring about
The most almighty hush.

Be not the first, never the last
Threaded by her grace.
To follow as followers must
Into the deathly grave.

Peace less you shall wander
Crying out her name.
Till you may be released
Cruel is this fame.

May I ask?May I ask why you do this
Could I for once inquire?

Or is this another of those sacred grounds
Where I must never enter?

It does amaze me so
That you can think this way.

Oh how I pity those that must love you
They are trapped in every way!

Please do spare me
I don't wish to hear these excuses.

I've had enough
More than I can bear.

Can you comprehend it
That I really do not care?

The Human StarThe star fell from the sky
Into my very arms;
"Away with you," said I,
"Return to your siblings above."
I threw him up high,
With all of my might
But he came back down
"No," cried he,
"I want to be human!"
I scoffed and scolded,
"You're perfectly absurd!
You drift peacefully above,
happy as a clam;
Do you not know
Of the pain humans feel?
Who would want to be human?"
Like a child, he huffed and replied,
"I want more than to drift!
Do you not know?
The pain of humans,
their sorrow, disappointment-
Is part of their sweet triumph?
Need I any more reason,
Other than just to be human?"
Hereafter he left,
And I wondered if

White RoseI'm searching for a white rose
Among a sea of crimson red
That litter the field in countless throes
Looking for life among the dead

I see one withered black rose,
And one red with gleaming thorns,
But not a hint of white within the rows
Of both the old and the newborns

I stop and sit to take a rest,
Watching blue skies give into red,
Holding this hope within my breast
That I might find life among the dead

I have been searching all my life
As countless others did before me,
Searching for the truth among questions rife,
For a hint of white among a red sea

And forever I will search the field
Where the red roses thrive,
Hoping f

Distorted ImagesMemories have faded.
Words Dissappear.
Like Magic.
The magicians last trick.
I can't remember you at all.
Taboo is always on my mind thinking of your face.
To the point where it is simply distorted.
Your face has gone a blur.
Who are you?
A stranger?
Don't walk up to me on the street.
It's embarrassing.
I don't love you.
No anymore.
Your face is a distorted image.

MakeMake
Make a statement
Make an impression
Make both ends meet
Make the connections
Make the pieces fit
Making everyday count

No Longer Lost!Impossibly lost, where am I?
Panic sets in, tears in eye
Where is this place so full of fear?
Daylight is fading no people here.

Footsteps echo, shadows fall
Alone and lost not brave at all
Trembling limbs suddenly weak
Heart is thudding, rising beat.

What is that sound I think I hear?
Choir is singing somewhere near
Follow sound it will surely guide
To place of safety, no need to hide.

Wooden church appears in dark
Glorious voice sings like lark
Realization I am finally found
Music soothes, then surrounds.

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Behold Beauty!Beauty around is all I see
Beholden to nature, her gift to me
Simple flower to great oak tree
Gaze in wonder on bended knee.

Meadow sways in gentle breeze
Poppies, buttercups, gentle heartsease
Weary soul by beauty appeased
Summer moment gladly seized.

Soft snow falling, iridescent light
Sky aglow, winter white
Rainfall through Celtic mist
Endless beauty, not to be missed.

Storm raging down by shore
Ocean tossed, howling more
Salt spray driven high in air
Sight of beauty there to share.

These are treasures, hold them dear
Nature's brilliance throughout year
Perfect performance, beauty behold
Close to heart as pleasure unfol

I am myselfI dress in my own style, and I wear my clothes with pride.
I act as positive as possible, and I embrace it.
I am talkative, and I'm not afraid to say it out loud.
I am my own person, and I think that's my best quality.

I only want to be three people; me, myself, and I.
I am not one to give up, I keep pushing through.
I am nobody else, why would I be?
I am myself, and I'm glad I am.

Death's BalladA scratch sounded at the door,
A lightning flared and lit the room,
The goblet fell, spilt on the floor-
The heavy air betokened doom.

Though the young girl rejoiced in health
And through her veins life in haste flowed,
Her heart then knew that it was Death
Who her chambers had approached.

With a screech, a rusty cry,
The door was slowly opened.
A tear filled the maiden's eye
As the Ripper entered,

Fear ran right down through her spine,
Chilling her whole being.
"Now, young girl, you shall be mine",
In dark, Death's voice was echoing.

"For Death knows not of age or wealth
And fears not of the young ones,
Neither does it cons

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

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Invisible Girl

by ~owl-in-black17, Sep 5, 2012, 1:46:07 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Maybe this was meant to be?
Her never ending misery.
This was what fate had planned,
Spent moments gone in a flash.

So now she would be that invisible girl
No one cares to know her world.
Lost in their own thoughts and dramas
Not a moment spent for her.

Never again will she trust
Not a soul deserves to know
Who she is and who she wants to be
Are only for her to know.

Invisible Girlby ~owl-in-black17

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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~theWitchofGrich Oct 26, 2012

beautiful!!

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~owl-in-black17 Oct 27, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks!

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~chesse41 Oct 21, 2012

Very good~! You got talent!

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~owl-in-black17 Oct 21, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you so much!!

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~chesse41 Oct 21, 2012

You're welcome.

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~WoodpeckerDMW Sep 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

the human race is a lonely one. Many feel this way, few know what to do about it, even fewer actually do it. The majority live with it, or take it all away.

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~owl-in-black17 Sep 23, 2012 Student Writer

Very true.

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~LMeoka Sep 20, 2012

I'm sure lots of people can relate to this piece.

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~owl-in-black17 Sep 20, 2012 Student Writer

yeah... its sad isnt it

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~samaraideeperkyo Sep 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Love this cuz recently this has been i

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