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Some see the world through rose-colored glasses,
some see it only as bad.
Some see man split into one of three classes,
some see it only as sad.

They say that the eye to the soul is a window,
some find such introspect lame.
Still others may prefer to focus on shadow,
some look for fortune and fame.

To see the world softly through colors sublime,
requires a heart that is pure.
Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,
the eye must be steady and sure.

Through the eyes of an angel she captures our world,
the wonder of God in her lens.
By virtue of her work beauty is unfurled,
earning her many a friend.

To HooverHoover state: waking up to sleep
because that’s all I’m good for;
out of work, out of time again
and my brother won’t spare a dime.

Blanket sweat reminds me of this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in depressions of this planet;
the moon weeps for me in daytime.

I yank my pockets out, like it's
my country's flag; punch-line of the
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in my sagging skin on decline.

I've no penny to my name,
jumping out the window (one
last time) makes me worth more in this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep.

Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little star
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.

The Soldier's Letter To HomeI write this from my death bed
My eyes fading in the light
Drowned in crimson red,
Drowned in shaking fright.
The enemy has won
The war now has ended
And though killed by my son
May his sins be ammended.
For this is Civil War
I cannot change the tide
So from you I implore
Do what is right.

Bury me somewhere nice
Near, and fair to look at
And forgive my son his sins;
For in war, no one wins.

Stand StrongI stand in awe at the strong winds blowing
Hurricanes rising and tornadoes growing
Housing blown away and long hair flowing
Killing the crops of this year's sowing.
Stay strong, dear brothers; Strong in disaster
Stout in the winds that blow ever faster
Stay strong for your children, strong for your wives,
To get to the morning you must first traverse the night.

A Poem for LokiRhyming is hard
Just so you know
But for a friend
I'm giving it a go

His name is Loki
From Scotland, of course
Today is his birthday
I heard from a source

Plays Pokemon for fun
and Nuzlockes them too
Though one in particular
Might need a redo

His adventure in Hoenn
Was not quite grand
Many comrades died
Of course, not planned

But in the end he won
With a badass team
Including a Mightyena
Who reigned supreme

Not forgetting Mad6
Who replaced 5 before him
His chances of survival
Were really quite slim

And then there was Boom
Who exploded with glee
Against a troll Milotic
We won't forget thee

Tittypank is next
In the list of honours
Though

ContrariwiseSilly little Alice,
Forget all you thought you knew,
For deep inside your head,
Everything is all askew.

If they tell you that one plus one,
Equals twelve and half, my dear,
Don't worry yourself about it,
For two is so last year.

Don't even try to be different,
Or it'll be "Off with her head!",
And you'll find it's better to live a lie,
Than it is to end up dead.

So heed this socially accepted advice,
Ditch any scraps of your insanity,
To cavort with the Hare in March,
Join the Hatter for a cup of tea.

Fritter your days away,
Dancing under a Cheshire moon,
Don't mind the surrounding chaos,
Ignore impending doom.

But even as you join in

Continuous VoicesIt all began when I was ten
I found what lingered in my head disturbing
And it wasn’t until I grabbed a pen
And saw what truly lingered when I began writing.

There were continuous voices within my head
I was not one to favor them dead
Although, they had violet images attached
The way I wrote them matched.

Since then, the voices have changed
Octaves have risen and lowered
Their words have exchanged
And eventually became uncensored.

These continuous voices have brought war
Ones with an uprising roar
And at moments I want to kill the sound
For they are so profound.

Yet, they continue to crescendo
And welcome me to a hidden story
And so

Aur si plumbUn gând de aur, dar se simte
mai greu ca un pumnal de plumb
ce intră-n coaste, se învârte,
și caută să iasă prin minte...
Stilou de aur, scrie versuri,
dar lasă urme ca de plumb,
pe foi mânjite de cerneală,
și de cafea, și alte resturi...

Un glonţ de aur, dar se simte
mai tandru ca o zi de plumb,
îl pun aici, închid capacul,
și ca un gând, îl scot prin minte.

EndlingHere am I, the captive thylacine
Treading my tiger-striped, ungainly way
Around the metal-mesh confinement of my cage
Here am I, exhibited, exhumed
Brought from the brink to pace another day
A living testament, a final thumbmarked page
Here am I, the only specimen
Bereft of mate, of pups, of kin, of kind
Watching the claws of history extending
Here am I, the final thylacine
The only one, the last, the lost, the endling.

Who Was HeHe stood at the average height for men.
His built was quite average.
His eyes were that of cyan.
Nonetheless, he was average.

His hair was that of blonde,
Nearly, white.
His walk and personality had a great bond.
He was a confident sight.

His skin was a delicate peach.
His muscles were quite firm.
So irresistible, a teasing reach.
His appearance had its own term.

One that the dictionary cannot confirm.

Who was he?
That man with his own sea?
He was one without a name.
His appearance was a taunting game.
He was one without a number for an age.
Forget it, he’s fake on this page.

An Aching NeedAn Aching Need

This Kingdom of magic and wonder suits me very well, for I am without want.

I rule absolutely over my ugly subjects, like a puppet-master maneuvering strings.

The sting of want may not exist, but I have an aching desire for the one I hunt.

They are fairly simple , yet very beautiful to me; I NEED them above all other things.

My wiles and trials to win them over have led to a devious act, for which I regret not.

Whisked away through my mystical Labyrinth, her beloved brother sits upon my capable lap.

Though through her luck, and some help, she has made it to me, and ruin she has wrought.

And even though I thought myself

A man such as meHow do you think it would be,
to be like a man such as me?

Copper mane unkempt, unruly, distort,
from showers too long and sleep too short.
Eyes darting erratically, vibrant and blue,
sunken in purple pits, looking blackened and bruised.
A nose, big and red, once hit with a bat,
a maw full of teeth, yellowed, crooked and that.
A beard full and lush, fit for a king,
(one I should trim one evening...)

Betwixt my shoulders lies a beating heart
one which stirs for music, words and art,
one which constantly yearns for intimate love,
but is under command by the grey matter above.
A pair of lungs, tightly restricted by my bulk,
only shallow breath

SandmanSleepwalking in tainted dreams
Falling through its open seams
Caving into unsure grounds
In a dream where fear abounds

Tightrope nerves are torn right through
All the facts become untrue
Screams are muted and lost midway
Still terror exists to my dismay

Faces change the closer I peer
The way I feel becomes unclear
And in the end I know it's fake
The pivotal moment when I awake

But still disturbed and afraid to dream
I wonder if they are at all what they seem
So I close my eyes and there you are
Staring at me looking bizarre

You told me you were there for me
To fight off the frauds valiantly
Trusting you I did what you said
I unmasked the

What may be a dream?Oh, what may be a dream but wishes mute?
Those thoughts that dance and prance a time or two?
The silent longings of the heart set free
To lift the spirit from chambers dark and cold.
A dream is as a morning mist of spring;
Refreshing, light, and gently promising
To all who sleep and wake in time to catch
The welcome peace and glory they behold.
But woe to waking hours; the bitterness they bring
When dreams escape the loving hold of thought!
The plaintive heart starts longing once again
To sink into the realms of possibility.

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say my world is yoursYou say you don't know
You say there's a chance
I say I'll show you, if you let me, romance
But I get befriended instead, after so long
What have I done that could be so wrong?
I only wish to love you and me
Us again, we can find what used to be
So let's build a world for us and ours
Lets build a world in which love can flower
Lets build a world that's right for us
Cause I trust the new us will be better than ever.

conciousness sucks sometimesI can't care about anything if I can't care about you
I try to suffocate my love with time and drugs and a move
Yet still I sit and wonder how this ever became my world
I love you more now, more than ever
like I always knew I would
Every day it grows inside and I can't help but feel and hide and try not to explode
I don't know who I am without you by my side
All I have is hope, and work to be good enough one day for you,
to try to get me through
can I ever be enough?
But I don't even want the truth
I just want you.

I do try to stay occupied
But thoughts of you still flow through my mind
It's always been this way for me but
Lat

ah, the endAnd I still cry when I think about you at night
So far away with no end in sight
What can I do to prove we're the best together
What can I do to prove our love is forever
What can I do to end this purgatory
What can I do to end this darkest part of our love story?

Do you ever think of me still?
I never want you to know how I feel
Right now
I just want it to end and I don't care how
Just be done with it all

But it is worth trying more, I know
You'll always be worth fighting for
If there's still the least chance to be yours
I solely persevere so that one day I'll be here
When you need
When you realize that it's me you seek
The

She don't know SoulShe don't know what she want
She don't know what she has in front
Of her face and I know. I know I can be there for her
Love laugh and cry and when need deems take care of her

But What can I do to prove love is, will, and has been
When she searches for something that's lost deep within?
I know I can help her find what she needs - if only she'd let me
get down on my knees and
give in to what was and what needs to be
Again

But I'm lost in her soul
And she seeks, unknowingly,
for me,
in him.

Not like thisI can't love again, not like I love you.
I can try but I know it's too different.
You're my first, my last, my all in between
And try as I might I can't forget you.

As long as I'm yoursYou tell me you'll try this new guy for a while
Individuality is key [or something]
But what is this supposed to mean when
all I can see is your eyes
and that light inside when you smile at me?
And I know you can feel the connection between
All I want is to treat you like a queen
And I'll be your anything.

As long as I'm yours.

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by ~Bear-Foot, Apr 16, 2009, 12:32:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Los árboles, lleno de frutas, de sol,
grítame fuerte en urgente temor,
¡Ardiendo bastante! ¡No más a cortar!
las almas del árboles son muerten
once more.

Once Moreby ~Bear-Foot

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

My first attempt at poetry in spanish.
The last line just fit so well I had to use it in English.
¿Qué se piensa?

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~LilyJamesForever Feb 9, 2010 Writer

Yo amo este...poem.

I understood it at least and it's wonderful. (And I suck at Spanish. I'm in Hon Spanish 3 and can't believe I'm passing...)

~Bear-Foot Feb 15, 2010

Haha, glad you understood it, and liked it. =]

~LilyJamesForever Feb 15, 2010 Writer

Ahahah, yessiry. Que bueno!

`TeaPhotography Oct 5, 2009 Professional General Artist

I faved a long time ago, but I should have commented as well, don't know why I didn't maybe no time?

ANyway, I speak spanish fluently, adn I think you did a brilliant job, it flowed very well, and I liked it a lot, made sense very well, and I liked the mix of language at the end, why not???

~Bear-Foot Oct 5, 2009

Thanks so much! I was hoping it sounded all right. haha
I really, really appreciate your input =]

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