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Beast Of The BeautyWhen love flew before me
Longing for beauty
It kissed me while in my arms
I learned the truth on how to love
But love didn't learn the truth about me

When faith came to me
Full of purity and hope
I touched it while in its grasp
It learned the way on what I long for
But I didn't see the truth it showed

No more for love
No more for beauty
Innocence and hope
Are all what the world needs

No need for love
No need for belief
Truth and bliss
Are all what mankind needs

Fearless lust yearning for me
It's all I see what the world knows
It caressed my face
Possessed me from hope
Its darkness, there's nothing left for me to learn

Bête noire
Devil's

InjusticeInjustice.

Gallivanting on the high street with my peers.
Thinking there is nothing in this world that I have to fear.

Contemplating an appropriate place where we should eat.
I then leant down to re adjust the laces on my feet.

Suddenly a legion of faces loom towards our direction.
Not assuming that we were victims of their brutal inspection.

They approach me in a violent and threatening manner.
My heart clamours and my mouth begins to stammer.

They bombarded me with belittling and derogatory terms
And asked me where I was from as if it any of their concern.

I answered truthfully and tried to mask my anxiety.
I att

Free WillFree Will.

Is free will a devout gift or a curse?

Was it free will that granted a desperate man to steal an old lady's purse?

Was it free will that resulted in multiple bodies carried in a hearse?

Was it free will that justified a police officer to shoot the accused first?

Was it free will that allowed a family man's mentality to be so perverse?

Could this world of ours get any worse?

Free will gives us the chance for all of us to be distinctive.

But as a consequence people can act corruptive and vindictive.

But without this choice, our lives would be constrained and restrictive.

Undoubtedly these two differing perspectives are cont

Paradise.My arms ache from digging through
rough and ruin, in search of
paradise.

I saw it in a whispered dream,
there, nothing hurt;
we were unspoken.

With winter came warmth and summer snow,
And nothing died, just ceased to
walk with me
in paradise.

SilenceThey say speaking is silver and silence is gold,
In some cases it might be true.
But there is also a truth that goes untold,
Even if it might be quite blue.

Silence is sometimes bad,
Not always so don't get upset.
Some things that are evil can make us go mad,
Some things that are even a threat.

Even if your enemies will make your blood boil,
The silence of your friends will be what hurts you more.
Words might hurt us, but silence can torment us.

Midnight DanceYour fingers slide in between mine,
Our hands perfectly entwined.
Your arm wraps tenderly around my waist,
As you whirl me around and we trace
imaginary patterns on the floor.
Everything about you I adore,
as my head lies gently on your shoulder,
And we dance a dance that is older
Than time itself.

Your scent engulfs my mind,
And brings with it memories so refined,
Filled with pure emotion,
To you I promise complete devotion.
My senses are drowned out,
So that there is no room for any doubt,
Past worries and fears I twirled
As I fell into another world.

Hope and love fill my heart
As we perfect this dying art.
My dreams fal

Ink GravesLetterless words and pageless books-
and ink blots on the flowers;
Ghosts scratch their heads and tap their pens,
all across the hours.

Winds can howl and cease to be,
by one twitch of my pen;
I spoke of writing a poem tonight,
and by dawn I've written ten.

Emily sits aside nobody,
the Raven, above, waits;
Frost dances in a yellow wood,
among the long lost dates.

A tall, well spoken willow,
looms over the grave;
Protecting every dated word,
and every thought they gave.

I crumple another masterpiece,
with thoughts I'd thought to save;
and as it strikes the baset bottom,
it rests in its ink grave.

JudgmentSaint or sinner, it
Does not matter to me; I
Will judge regardless.

Thievery, murder,
I judge all criminals by
My code of conduct.

Life, liberty, and
The pursuit of happiness,
All under my watch.

In Her EyesLook at her eyes
How they glimmer and shine
The sun is setting
Yet still they sparkle in the light of the lime

Your grey eyes are too clouded to see it
The pride you have is too great for you to hear
You fail to notice the hope with which she speaks
You are too blinded by your own fear

The new moon has almost risen
Yet still she sings
The stars are fading out
But still her eyes do gleam

Rainfall.A saddened sky
Shed soft tears of sorrow, but
Where is happiness?

Raindrops flutter down
Crystal teardrops keep falling-
Waiting for the sun.

Love-Lust RepriseYour voice compels me to create
It puts me against the greatest monument of perfection just so I could attempt to match it
Try, just go-ahead try
To compare with the devilish beauty of the songs that flow from your words
I have no choice but to sway with your rhythm
Even your trips have grace that swell higher than the expectations of man

But hear me when I say I do not love you
I could not love you; it is not light on my heart or sweet on my mind
It is something much heavier and dark
Weighing down on my lungs, holding me to earth
Something deep that dare not reveal its name
For whenever I even imagine my lips forming the frame

The BeingWhite noise, white light
Moonlight, sleep tight
Pick up your pen
Your notebook then
Let your body loose.

They're all sleeping
But your heart is keeping
Inventory
Of all the cracks
Rips and craters
Sanity- see you later.

They're all sleeping
But your mind is beeping
One new message
To be played
How it wants out!
What's it thinking 'bout?

They're all sleeping
But your soul is creeping
All around
Must you meddle?
Only want to see
Ancient history?

Smothered
Quilts and inquisitions.
Conspirators come out.
Heart mind and soul
Ready to shout
Everything you are about.

Do you want to risk a dream?
What might they show?
T

Misery Is A Tantalizing MistressMisery
Has taken root
Deep within the buried confines
Of my sick, ailing heart.

They say it loves company.
Well, she is a tantalizing mistress
Peering over the woven fabric
Of her fan of sorrows.

She knows what tricks to pull
What devious ways to bring out
My deepest, darkest emotions

Trotting over to me,
She took my hand.
Firmly, she grips it
And drags me with her

She brings me on a cruel, torturous voyage
Laughing at my tears,
Salty as the seas we ride.

I cry
Praying for my freedom
Wishing for her
To vanish like a specter.

Our Romantic CompositionSitting on the rooftops-
We watch the others run:
Our race is a different game.
Not as much a contest,
More of an art

So take my hand in yours
As we begin this masterpiece;
Without opinion -
Pure beauty
Pure love.

Battle of MathThe teacher walks around
handing out the dreaded
math test

The packet flutters in front
of you, taunting you
to run

You catch it, determined
to prove that you're
not afraid

Equations and numbers
stare at you
mocking

You pick up a pencil
sharpened to a razor point
ready to fight

The first problem flies by
The smug warrior rises
victorious

The battle rages on
slowly but surely
you go on

Then you come to
that one problem
harder then all

The problem and the warrior
push against each other
struggling

Pencil and numbers
clash against
each other

Then the teacher calls out
"Times up! Hand in your
test,"

The warrior's

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by ~marinas-roses, Aug 28, 2012, 8:03:51 AM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

when I sit here in the grass
letting the sun shine down at me
being surrounded by flowers and butterflies
why do I still suffer?

when I smile at them
laughing about some jokes
being with people who love me
why do I still feel my aching heart?

when I get tired
lying in my bed
feeling warm and confortable
why can't I escape the pain?

when I listen to a song
that used to make me happy
reminding me of good times
why am I crying out my soul?

When my dreams come true
when I think of things
I've always wanted
why does it still tear me apart?

when everything is alright
when life goes on without your love
when nothing is going to harm me

why does it
hurt
so bad.

why?by ~marinas-roses

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

incredible how people are falling apart
when they are about to lose the one
they love.

sorry for my english.

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~HINA0CHAN14 Mar 27, 2013

i completely understand. it's frusturating, because you look at your life as a whole, and you think ''i should be happy'' but you just can't make yourself feel it...beautifully written.