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Facing The DepartureFacing The Departure

Dirt trails, tattered clothes and sullen faces,
The atmosphere so frigid, it leaves your body shaking,
As you watch the chaos from afar; while it destroys everything in its wake,
You now realize death is what you’re ultimately facing……

Quatrain VIII'Tis the ending of spring, the new day
Starts with the migration to the sea
Know, my friends: greatness will come your way
So will we - it is fated to be

Forest DanceLeft to dance into the glade
A limber forest nymph in purple shade
She spun into a pirouette
As if it'was the only
Anyone had ever made

And so the errant early knight
Had long since shed his heavy armour
Left to fall about the land
In arrow-hearted ardour,
Footsteps grey and light,

He followed on behind her,
And the magic made them merry,
Of simmer summer's soft arrival
In the shimmery afternoon.

And he sang of kings and towers,
And she sang of kin and flowers,
And they made a flicker fire
'Ere the rising of the moon.

She went into the twining trees,
Softly blew into their leaves,
And a bower was made before them
As in a feral fantasy.

Diamond in the RoughSubway doors admit all kinds
of persons. I, only one in
the sea, the rolling masses.
The roar of the train drowns out
the people, the busy, impatient
people, with phones to their ears
and problems on their hands.
The rest sport smokes and bottles.
I don’t know a single face, no face
knows me. Too close for comfort but
no place else to go, the train
screeches to a stop and opens the
floodgates. Bumping, shoving,
cursing. Not that they’d care for
a stranger. An old woman with
a hunched back and nowhere
to sit doesn’t bother to ask.
She stands by me, clinging
with wrinkled hands to the
rail. One face looks up, one
with a mind

Where Gods Come FromIt was by a light that I came across him in a field,
I thought he was angel – one without wings.
He looked at me strangely with his deep coloured eyes,
He looked like a human – well one in disguise.
But he had an aura of an ancient like world,
An extraterrestrial, not off this earth.
His face was longer, and more angular in features,
His skin shimmered in movement, he was a celestial type creature.
He was taller than I by almost a foot,
And in the night time silence, in darkness we stood.
On his arm I noticed some symbols and equations,
They looked like drawings in geometrical formations.
I took a step forward and said ‘Hi w

Before Its Too LateDepression and pain is coming to me,
Because of a sadly painful memory,
To never be restored I can't be the same,
But i still love you anyways,
You're here but so far but you wait for me,
I'll meet you again for its our destiny,
Love so strong i love you more,
I wish you were still here,
At our door...

It Lies in the Dark - Written in the Stars ContestIt lies in the dark, on the bottom it stays,
With strange motives and different ways,
Protecting its spirit with its sturdy helm,
It protects all the creatures within its realm,
It is the equitum of the sea,
As mighty as any beast can be,
But who am I to say
That a mere crab is mythical, and so it shall stay?

FablesShe let me turn my gaze
From the evil of mortal ways
I was blinded
As darkness descended
She was all I could see
But no, I wasn’t free

Time passed and I found light
To see the value of this creation bright
The shadows fled
But then She bled
She is all I can see
Am I? Am I free?

But she was the light
To touch was to cause others fright
I was the dark
For always I lead to corruptions mark
But blind she was to the threat
A kiss and touch she did let
I took her body and laid it down
As my hand trembled up her gown

She felt the might of mine corruption
The light was fading; leaving only destruction
Giving into the dark: the light did that

Just 2 More DaysI graduate Monday,
It's so close I can taste.

I hope these three years
Didn't go to waste.

WhenWhen the sun is out and fields are bright,
How am I supposed to feel at night?

When the rain is pouring through my window,
How should I walk, fast or slow?

When the flowers bloom up on the hill,
What should I give him, a rose or a daffodil?

When the child in the neighborhood looses his kite,
Should I hug him and tell him that it will be alright?

When the teacher comes late to our classroom door,
What should I get her from my favorite store?

When I know the answer to all of my questions,
Will it be an answer or a question to a question?

There are some days...There are some days I need to be alone
Like hermit crab crawl into my sea shell
I will not call, will not I pick up the phone
Won't open door when I will hear doorbell
I will not answer mail, I will not text
I am so far away inside my head
If bothered or disturbed I will get vexed
There's nothing wrong, I'm not upset nor mad
Just need to be alone with my own thoughts
Just need to listen to the feelings in my heart
Just need the time to loosen tangled knots
To weight all pros and cons before new start

{ Poem } Best Friends Forever

Your My Friend,
My Bro,
My Pal
We'll Stick Together
For Forever and Forever
Through Thick and Thin

Your My Sister,
My BFF,
My Totes Fave Girl,
You're Hilarious
I'm Never Bored
When You're Around

I Know You Feel
The Same Way To
Our Friendship Is
Just Like Glue

So Now You Know
What I Think
It's From The Heart
And There's No Doubt
That You Love Me To

Ten Million CloudsTen million clouds pass me by
I look and see.
My Love is near me
I look again, he's gone
I don't remember a thing.

One million clouds pass me by
I look and see.
My friends are here
They say, "What's it gonna be?"
Confusion arises and they die.
I don't remember a thing.

Ten thousand clouds pass me by
I look and see.
The Earth is beautiful with its flowers and trees
I sit down and read
A weeping willow appears, already dead
I don't remember a thing.

No more clouds pass me by.
I refuse to look and see.
What have I done?
"You wasted your life," say the Fools and Kings
Finally, I look and see
I see my loved one
Paler than snow

I remember every

Cuckoo Cuckoo ClockI want to dedicate a verse
To cuckoo clock that's quite unique
Less than a hundred years antique
I think a mention it deserves
From fairy tales of old world dream
Full of Black Forest's magic tales
Dark wood with intricate details
From stories of the Brothers Grimm
I found it in a dusty store
Selling disheveled broken wear
It seemed to talk to me, I swear
I took it home, tried to restore
It cuckooed every half an hour
But not according to the clock
At first I thought that it was broke
Defective gear tried to discover
But than I came to realize
That it's unique in imperfection
Deserving even more affection
By being special in my eyes
The cuckoo has mind of her own
She sings whenever she desires
As many times as she inspires
Her cuckoo sound to intone
I counted recently her song
She cuckooed ninety seven times
It leaves me wondering sometimes
What made her sing for so long
It seems that she is trying to talk
To bring across a message, word
In her own song of cuckoo code

Bleed me nowBleed me now,
and see my heart beats fast,
quickened by the ghosts inside
my soul that linger in the past.

If I permit these tired eyes,
to see past old debris,
I'd forge a man much better than
my thoughts could ever be.

I once saw, the future dark,
a cloud of hanging doubt,
because I faced the world alone
and didn't venture out.

And now the clouds are gold
dust bright, the sky a brighter hue,
and all has changed within, without,
because I changed the view.

By David Cortez

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the masses watch on; glazed eyes,
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your hands were screaming
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we have nowhere to go
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far away--
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no one ever took no for an answer;
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easier to swallow down when
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in the right words

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Glue Worn Away

by *intricately-ordinary, Apr 28, 2012, 12:30:03 AM
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Gracefully fading-
Like a photograph in time,
Uncolored with age
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Endings resemble
What once were the beginnings:
Ongoing circuit
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Reminders linger-
Never to be found, but beg
Always to be known.
S
T
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Wishes with feathers
Anchored by reality
Yearn, but yet, fade

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An Acrostic Haiku for [link] I would really love feedback. I don't do a lot of haikus, so I'm not sure if it has the right effect. To help me out, I use fade again in the last stanza as a throwback to the first: does that work well, or is it redundant? Thanks!

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thank-you very much!!

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gratz! you have earned an honorable mention in #formfindsfunction's first real contest!

*intricately-ordinary May 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

it was difficult trying to write haikus/ senryus...

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