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posted by anime123rox
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.

What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I amor you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..

Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've lost my way.

"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"

Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
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posted by chattycatty
look in the mirror please
if you dont you wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you

you say your ugly you cry all night
you slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping you out

look in the mirror i know you are beutiful you just got to beileve in your self.
but you probaly wont why cant you see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want you oh carolyn i hope u relize that .

this is no joke you are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant you see what eye see
i hope someday you will believe me.
posted by Lovetreehill

It was many and many a ano ago,
In a kingdom por the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee,
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to amor and be loved por me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom por the sea,
But we loved with a amor that was mais than love
I and my Annabel Lee,
With a amor that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom por the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee,
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,...
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posted by saracomet
Our teacher's multi-talented.
He plays violão, guitarra and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.

He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.

He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.

He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.

He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
posted by sawfan13
Are the legends true about you?
Were you really dead or alive?
Ruined plans for the future
Did suicide have to be the answer?
Almost like Romeo and Juliet
Except you lied to me.
You said you would die for me
But people just think I was a single destroyed soul.
We were both going to run away together
The Shakespere play had an effect on us
But you ran away and never came back
Felt like a dagger in my heart.
You just licked the blood from my blade
Told everyone that I took my own life.
You were the only witness
Soon everyone would know
That you did it all
And my name shall be clearer.
It gets colder and colder...
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I want to name for you, indolent sorceress !
The divers marks of beauty which adorn your youth,
I want to describe your beauty,
In which are blended childhood and maturity.

When you go sweeping por in your full, flowing skirts,
You resemble a trim ship as it puts to sea
Under full sail and goes rolling
Lazily, to a slow and easy rhythm.

On your large, round neck, on your plump shoulders,
Your head moves proudly and with a strange grace,
With a placid, triumphant air
You go your way, majestic child.

I want to name for you, indolent sorceress !
The divers marks of beauty which adorn your youth,
I want to describe...
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by: Charles Baudelaire

ARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,
Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves
With all the careless and high-stepping grace,
And the extravagant courtesan's thin face.

Was slimmer waist e'er in a ball-room wooed?
Her floating robe, in royal amplitude,
Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod
With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.

The swarms that hum about her collar-bones
As the lascivious streams caress the stones,
Conceal from every scornful jest that flies,
Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyes

Are made of...
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posted by saracomet
I bought a pet banana
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls or fetching sticks.

He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit or speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.

He refused to shake or wave or crawl
or beg or take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
or get him to meow.

He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.

Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Another dia has dawned opon
another night for me to cry
the amor i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say you care
but your not
i know you dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come
posted by saracomet
Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."

And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."

She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."

She winds up with The Wiggles
or else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.

It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.
posted by sawfan13
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I miss you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
lost in the cold world

Do you miss me?
I miss you
Does another little girl amor you?
I kinda hope so

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I am sorry for leaving you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do you hate me?
I don't hate you

Mommy says to get over you
But I cry and say I want you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do you still cry for me?
I still cry for you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I never wanna grow up

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do you still cry "Mama" for me?
Because I still cry "Baby" for you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I'm sorry for dropping you
I'm sorry for losing you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Mommy bought me a new one
But she still isn't as fun like you

Santa will you bring her back to me?
Will you embrulho, envoltório her in a bow all nice and pretty?
Clean her up and make her nice?

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I pray every night for you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I know you will come back to me soon.
posted by whitelion
A Wanderer A Dreamer

i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
you were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh

i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house or fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars

you didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
you said your chance at amor had past you by
i told I'm here so don't you cry

our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light

you were like my Juliet and i your romeo
you amor me i amor you that's all i need to know
no longer will you dream of amor that's true
no longer will i wander my procurar has led to you
rosas are red.
Violets are blue.
Creative juices aren't flowing into my brain.
To create that electrical spark.
That makes the light bulb go blink.

Should the verses rhythm.
This poem is not sublime.
What the heck am I doing?
All I know is that rosas are red.
And violets are indeed blue.
Just a poem I wrote for a school project that I thought was good and funny enough to share with the rest of you guys. I hope you somewhat enjoyed it. Thanks for leitura regardless, and have a delightful, magical day. Cheers yo.

 rosas and red and violets are blue.
Roses and red and violets are blue.
posted by A-k
I joined this site just today, i fell into composição literária like i dont even remember when. Over years i've written plenty but never had a group or a close friend, for one reason or the other, to read to or show em' what i write. Though some ones peak on from time to time and see whats up! And now im here, i post this to see how it goes..

Running from running, running from loving. Despite we know we r golden, sometimes we win nothing, n pleased, ya we have high self-esteem.
Attempt to always siek solitude, living in a lucid dream, alone in a shining dark room, shining cuz ma soul is free, grinning as...
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posted by jewelofawalker
One small crack, just one comment
It only took one day
To convince her life had a price
A cost she couldn't pay
Happiness was priced too high
Hopes dashed, she turned away

Esteem it took years to build
Torn down in one day
Years later, she still believes
What caused her mind to fray
She thinks she is not enough
And so she wastes away

Finally someone notices
Her life changes that day
Someone showing that they care
Three words is all they say
Simple words she needs to hear
They ask, "Are you okay?"

~an original poem por me~

~check out me and mais of my poesia and composição literária at quotev.com/sliverofstarlight~
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posted by stickymonkey
I've learned that you cannot make someone amor you.
All you can do is be someone who can be loved.
The rest is up to them.
I've learned that no matter how much I care,
some people just don't care back.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust
and only segundos to destroy it.
I've learned that it's not what you have in your life
but who you have in your life that counts.
I've learned that you can get por on charm for about fifteen minutes.
After that, you'd better know something.

I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself
to the best others can do,
but to the best you can do.
I've learned that...
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