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Waiting For a SignStanding at the traffic lights,
Waiting for a sign -
She is waiting at the edge of night,
The girl whose heart was mine.

The crush of bodies press around,
Their faces featureless.
Lost amid the chaos of sound,
My words of love regress.

She leans against another man
Whose face I cannot see.
On my shoulders, ticking sand
Has forced me to my knees.

I struggle vainly through the crowd,
When I look for her, she is gone.
Searching for that which cannot be found,
Still I struggle on.

The GardenIn the grass beneath a willow tree,
The drifting sighs of her weeping leaves
that gently brush aside my hair,
This quiet music, sweet and rare,
The bubbling water of her stream
That, bathed in sunlight, softly gleams
And kisses my face with her gentle heat,
Her solid ground supports my feet
And guides me to a shady place
Where, in the shadow, I see a face -
The mistress of this secret grove,
My quiet place, a treasure trove.
This garden, rich in mystery;
It's by her grace that i can see
The beauty that within is hidden
And it's from within that I am bidden
To wander here in this garden green
Where fleeting moments embrace et

Your Faceless VoiceDrifting on the wind
Floats the grain of my existence,
My soul to selfish silence bends -
The downward march of penitence.
Beneath the sigh of falling grey,
The clouds that line my forehead brood,
The light of stars has turned again -
Caught in the beams of solitude.

My self righteous crusade
Has made an enemy of the dark,
The darkness that I made
And of which I am a part.

A voice without a face
Called the forgotten face's name,
And through the dawn of time and space
On drifting wings, my answer came.
My soul fell as rain, down to the ground
And pooled at your feet, shrouded in mist.
An outlined reflection, at me looking do

A Passing GhostA withered ghost flits into sight,
Neon-painted red,
She stands alone in the murky light
On the street that has no end.

Unseeing eyes see through her,
The crowd silently parts -
To them she is a hazy blur,
They left her in the dark.

The shadows hide a darkened church,
She looks in through the doorway.
The priest sweeps down from his lofty perch
And he chases her away.

The world has long forgotten that
She did once have a name,
Her choices, misbegotten
Are the brand she wears today.

A jagged slash of lipstick,
Her dress hangs loose on her,
She doesn't feel the needle's prick,
Her words begin to slur.

A horn blares from behi

the truths unspokenare you all right?

sometimes,
i want to say
no -
i'm bleeding inside
and can't you see my tears? hidden
somewhere, somehow,
beneath my smile.

sometimes,
i want to shout
how dare you ask,
when you've seen the bruises -
(and don't deny it)
i've seen you look at my arms
and then away again.

sometimes,
i want to cry
and feel your arms around me,
and hear you whisper into my ear,
that 'it'll be alright'

always,
i smile and laugh,
and wave a hand
dismissing my pain, my sorrow
and you.

i'm always fine.

don't worry about me.

D e n i a l. I know I've been doing things that I'd say
I'd never do again.
Perhaps this is what is making me
fall back.

Maybe I'm really not okay again.

A Thief in the DarknessDeep in the shadows,
a smile flashes, moon-bright,
and somewhere nearby,
she cries out her heartache and
wonders why she even cares.

The Twilight PeaksWhen air meets earth
The fire speaks.
I walk this path,
The twilight peaks,
When darkest night
Meets light of day,
To catch a sight
Of grey on grey.
My golem walks
This autonomy,
The darkness talks
Again to me.
But sunlight falls
And slowly breaks,
My unseen walls
Myself remake.
I walk between
The sun and moon
And oft unseen,
Shall see the womb
Where man was wrought
And meant to dwell.
He, knowledge sought
And darkness fell.
They light the path,
The moon and sun -
And in their wrath
I see the One,
Two lights combined,
The truth reveal.
The world I find,
The world I feel.
The eye within
The hurricane,
The

An Endless MomentThe day, a moment, frozen in my mind,
A leaf in mid-air, falling, frozen in time.
The trace of your fingers, forever on my face,
An endless thought, a razor edged with lace.

It is only when I close my eyes, I see
All of Life's great mysteries, revealed to me,
And when I wake, I return once more -
Naked, spent and curled up on her floor.

As the sunlight clears the morning mist,
The words of life from my beating heart are hissed.
My foggy eyes are cleared by your sweet light,
You are my burning star, the brightest white.

Under your sweet spell I see new truths,
Next to you I need no other proofs
To justify my existence on this ea

the past kills. Back in the day
when immature jokes were cool
and high socks fitted right in,
I would've been a perfect match for you.

Back in the day when I was ice on the inside,
always feisty and protective over my little heart,
and when I was never without a smile plastered on my face,
I was more alive than you could ever imagine.

Back in the day when it was okay to have dreams
that could reach the sky at night
and reach a shooting star,
when I was a happy little girl whose always been a dreamer,
I forgot how lucky I was to have you.

Back in the day when I didn't really get the meaning of the word ''despair''
because

The Dream of YouWhat do I do
when I no longer know
what you see when you look at me,
is there something lost
far away behind your eyes,
have I become miniscule?

Where do I go
when I can no longer
bear to write beautiful sonnets for you
because each thought of love
is born with a measure of pain?

What is there left
when I walk around the edge
and feel my balance start to waver
yet I do not know if I will fall into you
or on the other side of the abyss?

How can I live
when my world stops making sense
as I start to feel you crumble from
beneath my fingertips
this ground I walk becoming
so unsteady?

Is there enough
to hold this t

Lost.She listens to sad songs
so that they can match her broken heart
in melody.

She cries herself to sleep every night,
not saying a word in between her tears.

It's been so long since she's smiled a real smile,
that she doesn't even know how happiness feels.

The Twilight KissThe Twilight Kiss

Feeling splayed across the sky,
In endless space, the embers fly,
And in an infinite retreat
Two silent souls, in a moment, meet.

Eternal twilight beckons me,
The drifting thoughts I softly see
That touch me gently in the breeze -
In a timeless flash, we forever freeze.

Falling or flying, I cannot say,
Lost somewhere between the night and day
Where whispered words have lent me wings,
And sweet new songs my spirit sings.

A kiss that stops both heart and time -
This melody, forever mine,
When I close my eyes, the truth is seen
When I touch and taste the sunset's green.

She LivesShe drinks as she dances with her eyes wide open
to hide the confusion and blind emotion.
Boosting strength to conquer fear
enter the seductress, a facade to her vulnerability,
and the vultures find slim pickings here.

She sleeps with her eyes shut tightly
with lashes stained from tears aplenty.
Blankets herself with sorrow and rejection
to ward off loneliness she finds warmth
in arms ever cold.

She cries with hollow eyes, devoid of emotion.
With a vacant stare an serpent's tongue
her heart becomes a fortress, too strong to plunder.
Of her time, her essence, she gives freely,
her affection is peddled like a beggar's ware.

She s

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Floating up high
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A view to a moment
In each droplet transfixed,
A joyous lament
To this Dionysian mix.
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I cannot sit still -
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This time, no respite
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My thoughts have dissolved
Into dirty grey static,
This calm is at odds
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There is nowhere to hide
When the shadows are stripped,
Broken and empty -
My wings have been clipped.

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A fear too deep,
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The Aged OakWhat of the howling wind that round me blows?
Am I to wither and fold beneath its might?
Shall I succumb to all my earthly woes?
And of my Destination shall lose sight?
Like the aged oak, I strong will stand
Against the threat of things I cannot change
The fires of my resolve will now be fanned -
Another chapter, turned another page.
And so I march down this forsaken road,
Where this perilous journey ends, I do not know.

To Swim Against the CurrentTo swim against the current
In a never ending march,
My defiant struggle doesn't
Stop the drones from filing past.

Battered by the fury
Of a formula defied,
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In us the answer lies.

My discordant, distant drumming
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A low and angry humming
Masks the music of my hands.

In a world bereft of meaning
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A garden newly greening,
Content to be alone.

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Journey To Happiness

by ~Musango, Apr 11, 2011, 7:10:08 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

The deeping twilight silence heard
In the whispers of a half dreamed word,
With new moon in a dreamless sleep
And sun, nostalgic vigil keeps.
The black-red light, a pulsing flood.
The ocean sky, from her virgin blood
That drains a living death, is born-
From the edge of time are softly called,
Two women walking, their sacred feet
On either side of the horizon meet.

One stares with eyes of burnished gold
And round her shapely figure holds
A robe of molten, blinding light,
Her face, in which, is hid from sight.
Each footstep burns an eternal road,
A tuneless song around her flows.
The growing things she once did mind
Have quickly withered, slowly died.

The other weeps from cloudy eyes,
A world of pain in each tear she cries.
Buried in a grey-mist gown,
Her face of steel, once more cast down.
Each footstep is a sodden march,
Her moaning wind is drifting past.
She regards her charges with a shifting frown,
All living things, she slowly drowns.

In the world upon the line,
We, between the two, another find.
She walks with sure, unfailing steps,
With serenity, her brow is blessed.
A leafy skirt, her hips embrace -
A sun-kissed field frames her face.

Through her runs the blood of life,
The twilight hour, her midwife.
When each day begins and at its end,
Two separate roads begin to bend,
Two women share a fleeting glance -
A flash that blinds, then breaks the trance.

Journey To Happinessby ~Musango

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

The endless balancing act of opposites that keep our world spinning. Without light there would be no dark, without winter there would be no summer, without suffereing there would be no joy. That is the focus of this poem, without suffering, our lives would be meaningless... The merging of these two, these opposites is true joy... When suffering and joy occur together, that is a true epiphany... But thats a whole new can of worms...

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Critique by ~B-U-Ts May 17, 2011, 12:42:05 PM

This piece is beautiful, simple as that.
It's well written, and easy to understand, it isn't so caught up in being good poetry that it has lost meaning, yet, it's still deep enough to actually make you feel something and for it to stick with you.
The meaning and message it strong and simple, creating a piece that I'm sure most people would enjoy if they read it. It's written so clearly, and due to a great use of imagery you can pretty much see every line in your mind whilst reading it.
From how it is written to what it's about, it is just a great piece.

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!Craborne May 15, 2012

This is written in quite a...old school style (I want a better word or phrase than "old school" but that's all my brain will supply just now). The imagery is ethereal and all the way through stays in keeping with a vibrant yet controlled theme. You provide a though-providing lens for the subject which you say is the focus of this poem