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Summer Night
By Sasha01

Clouds that swim,
through an ocean blue,
filled with light and colors of hue,
Twinkly stars,
Ever so far into distance,
that cant be touch, could not be listened.

Sun that is on the other side,
leaving this part alone.
Dull and dark,
but ever so bright,
spending the night at home.

Warm air flows through,
the empty street,
everyone without a clue.
It's coming, and silently,
an inaudible tune.

But to ones ears are risen,
and eyes spark the mood,
the neighborhood listens,
like no other could.

Leaves rustle with nerves,
from the coming hot air,
a breeze from a place,
a change that would dare.

A season switch,
put the other behind,
a new change a building,
directly in time.
The night air quiet,
but noisy with suspense,
summer break is next door..
Exuberance is immense.
 
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^^ Thank you. ^_^ It's one of the first, well in a long time, that I wrote. lol :blush: still kinna new at it.
 
So...it is 3 am and I told myself (and a friend) I would write, or try to write a poem or something that might vaguely resemble one. It's different.....I'll just say that. It probably needs loads of editing but I'll just post it anyways. Maybe it might have needed to go into my trash bin. I am not sure. I will decide that in the morning.

Once Upon A Time

All the frogs croaked
while the damsels cried out
for a new man.
One with cherry red lips and
eyes to sparkle with the moon
who, when he speaks,
roses spill out of his mouth.

His voice haunts your night
where you dare to dream
of another day,
a new dawning of time
where the ancients gather
the gems brought forth
from the bitter winds of the
north.

Blue skies await you,
the man says.

He knows how to catch your memories
where frogs remember their tadpole days
and the sun dries up the pond
that the moon once cast its light upon
and the crickets sang their song
into the night
right
before the storm
that exposed her.

The nighttime sky
who would reach for a cloak to cover up with.

The crooks take a day off
to look out their windows
and count
down from lightening to thunder.

A cackle
to make known it’s presence
for God to take notice of this pain.
To see all his people rain drenched
who look up at the darkened sky
for an invisible bow.
Where is your covenant Lord?
Will you send your prisms of light
upon this darkened land?

Let loose your silence and
shatter the walls of this prison
with the shrill whir of your crystal wine glass.
Spill your blood over us
to cover up our stains
with your glow
then wash us anew
in a torrent of tears
tattering down on our souls
bared just for you.
 
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^Hmmm........ :huh:


Thank you everyone for poems :flowers:
 
It sounds very sad Sweet Princess.

(k maybe that last one was too weird but here's another...it is taking me a while to get into this because I keep seeing faults now when I take into consideration all that was said in the poetry site... I really don't know what I'm doing)

Lonely

Sparkling sunlight plays upon the waves
and lays out over the flock of sailboats.
The sky is an orchestra of
the tiniest hummingbird
to the graceful wings of an eagle
and airplane flies above
to push the parachuters out
like a mamma bird pushing for
her youngs first flight
and they float down to safety.
So peaceful
so beautiful
but I fail to see the purpose
when I cannot share it with you.
 
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So...it is 3 am and I told myself (and a friend) I would write, or try to write a poem or something that might vaguely resemble one. It's different.....I'll just say that. It probably needs loads of editing but I'll just post it anyways. Maybe it might have needed to go into my trash bin. I am not sure. I will decide that in the morning.

Once Upon A Time

All the frogs croaked
while the damsels cried out
for a new man.
One with cherry red lips and
eyes to sparkle with the moon
who, when he speaks,
roses spill out of his mouth.

His voice haunts your night
where you dare to dream
of another day,
a new dawning of time
where the ancients gather
the gems brought forth
from the bitter winds of the
north.

Blue skies await you,
the man says.

He knows how to catch your memories
where frogs remember their tadpole days
and the sun dries up the pond
that the moon once cast its light upon
and the crickets sang their song
into the night
right
before the storm
that exposed her.

The nighttime sky
who would reach for a cloak to cover up with.

The crooks take a day off
to look out their windows
and count
down from lightening to thunder.

A cackle
to make known it’s presence
for God to take notice of this pain.
To see all his people rain drenched
who look up at the darkened sky
for an invisible bow.
Where is your covenant Lord?
Will you send your prisms of light
upon this darkened land?

Let loose your silence and
shatter the walls of this prison
with the shrill whir of your crystal wine glass.
Spill your blood over us
to cover up our stains
with your glow
then wash us anew
in a torrent of tears
tattering down on our souls
bared just for you.
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wow ape, that poem is very dim-like, i'm sure she'd agree. very interesting.
 
:) Thank you friend, that's a nice compliment since I really like her poems. Should I interpret some of it because it seems so cryptic? Or just leave it?
 
Ape said:
Should I interpret some of it because it seems so cryptic? Or just leave it?
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Please do Ape. I'd like to know what it is referring to. :)

There are only two feelings
Love and fear
There are only two languages
Love and fear
There are only two activities
Love and fear
There are only two motives,
Two procedures, two frameworks, two results.
Love and fear.
Love and fear.

~Leunig~
 
ok.. here is some interpretation from a friend and myself

Once Upon A Time

All the frogs croaked ~I liked this cause it was like all the frogs they had kissed to find a true love... died. Croaked..lol. Not to be morbid but compared to a true love, the frogs don't stand a chance, but it is like they are still trying to get the attention of the women...still they are nothing but frog croaks compared to the romantic dude who spews out rose buds from his mouth..lol. Also in this, It could be just the difference between a true love and something maybe not false so much as just not the true love. The frogs are the deception. They are the fairy tale that we think we want, but ends up being in the end... just frog croaks. We are tired of the fairy tales that amount to nothing and are so ready for the real true everlasting love to enter our lives. The real deal.
while the damsels cried out
for a new man.
One with cherry red lips and
eyes to sparkle with the moon
who, when he speaks,
roses spill out of his mouth. Wouldn't this description rival any Disney Prince

His voice haunts your night
where you dare to dream
of another day,
a new dawn of time
where the ancients gather
the gems brought forth
from the bitter winds of the north.Ah..the first reminder of the true reality of those wishful damsels.Those bitter winds.
~A new day where we have learned from our past perhaps, even the bitter parts.

Blue skies await you,
the man says. Is he not perfection...he even speaks "hope?"

He knows how to catch your memories He does cause one to feel young again, this prince. He understands your past, understands you.
where frogs remember their tadpole days
and the sun dries up the pond ~sense the time passing? waiting waiting ....
that the moon once cast its light upon
and the crickets sang their song
into the night
right
before the storm
that exposed her. Yes, expose her indeed. ~The image here was of a dark nighttime sky that gets lit up from lightening. For a moment, you can see everything clearly.

The nighttime sky
who would reach for a cloak to cover up with.
~But it makes one nervous and shy to be exposed, so we reach for something to hide under.

The crooks take a day off
to look out their windows
and count
down from lightening to thunder.
~Here I figure that if the lightening brings light, and light brings out all things that have been happening in the dark, they would not want to take the chance of getting caught, so they hide behind closed doors, waiting for this "truth" basically, to go. The evil would leave in the face of truth just as darkness leaves in the presence of light.

Here comes a big transition.

A cackle nice.
to make known it’s presence
for God to take notice of this pain.
To see all his people rain drenched
who look up at the darkened sky
for an invisible bow. Meaning, He will fight our battles for us in the heavenlies where we can't see and therefore not know for sure if it is actually going on?~Bow = rainbow = covenant (is there still a rainbow in the sky if it is too dark to see? Does it still exist?) but also bow = bow and arrow in a battle.
Where is your covenant Lord?
Will you send your prisms of light Nice. (again.. rainbow.. but more so His promise)
upon this darkened land?

Let loose your silence and
shatter the walls of this prison Please Lord, do!
with the shrill whir of your crystal wine glass.This is the winner line of all. Beauty.
Spill your blood over us
to cover up our stains
with your glow
then wash us anew
in a torrent of tears
tattered down on our souls
bared just for you. Though this line is the most touching.
~God seems to have been quiet letting the earth and it's inhabitants do what it does..but we've imprisoned ourselves by living this way. The wine glass that holds the communion, His blood. When you lick your finger and rub along the top of a wine glass it sings. If done long enough the pitch can get so high that the glass will break, and then it spills out it's contents onto His people below, which covers our sins, and cleanses our souls that we have laid humbly out for Him.


So that is some of it. There is more to it, but some of it is more a feeling that I can't explain very well, so I left it.
 
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Thanks for that explanation Ape. I can see how much you enjoy expressing yourself in poetry. I appreciate your love of words and phrases.
Good luck on finding your prince!

Here are two poems each reflecting a different aspect of my experience: the dream, and the (sometimes) disappointing reality...

Sublime

Once upon a distant time
There was a romance all-sublime
That flourished though it could not be
For romance has a way you see
Of glowing ‘neath the thickest veil
Where love is steadfast without fail
And two hearts never can retreat
For in the cosmos they’re complete
When destined souls a tryst do face
Appointed in that time and place
Regardless of their circumstance
Such child-like hearts can sing and dance
Amidst the stars their reckless love
Flies higher than the bravest dove
To soar beyond their wildest dreams
To touch the moon—reflect her beams
And in the forest of the night
To steal a kiss in pale moonlight
Where owls and squirrels dare to gaze
Through misty thickets in the haze
While Knight and Lady in love’s grasp
Must weep in taking leave at last
With promises to meet again
For truest love can never wane
And while a tear runs down her cheek
His caring hand a kerchief seeks
To comfort her until next time
Their romance glows again—sublime

That first poem was inspired by Waterhouse's painting of Lamia.

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Never Again…

Never again a large, strong hand
Never again a kiss
Never again those crooning words
With promises of bliss

Harden your heart against romance
For romance makes fools of the wise
Don’t love, for your heart will be broken
When the truth is exchanged for lies

For tenderness, don’t crave a lover
His caress is no more than a ruse
To get what he wants when he wants it
You’ll be tossed when you cease to amuse

No matter how charming his magic
Beware how he woos you on side
He’ll say that he’ll love you forever
But emotions he’ll never abide

Though men were designed to be heroes
And a girl for a rescuer yearns
As soon as the conquest is over
For another maiden, he burns

Best avoid love altogether
And save yourself heartache and pain
The vulnerable soul that gives all
Is used up, then held in disdain

Never again a mellow voice
Never again to be held
Never again will I trust a man
Or let him into my world

Haha! Yes, I was having a bad day...
 
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strangely enough I think this time it wasn't about me (the poem) but thanks. I feel more like your second poem..lol.
I didn't realize you had written these...wow.
 
Hero of the Day

My Heart is full today and these
feelings I try to convey are much more
than you can realize.
Sorrows run so very deep and I pray
the Lord my soul to keep.
On Days like these it’s hard to find
any given peace of mind.

I look ahead not daring to return
to things left far behind me for
fear they will undo my joy.
I am forlorn with thoughts of things
better left unsaid keeping silent sometimes
is a blessing in my head.
Moments remembered one by one some good
some not I lean toward the memories of happiness.

Give me a little peace just a smidge of
something to sustain this that has grown
to mass proportions and out of control.
Bring to me a cup of kindness and I shall
drink it most whole heatedly.
Time waits for no man they say and now I
am beginning to believe that this saying holds
a little validity when all is going wrong.

Hoping for my Mountain top wanting to gain
some new ground beneath my feet to plant
myself firmly and most graciously upon.
In all I say in all I do my spirits still cries out
to you for guidance, love, and unending hope.
Give me my new tomorrow make me shine bright
with your wondrous glow allow me to show others
how you can be our one and only Hero of the day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just Cause

Lost in thought just trying to recollect whats sensible
And leaning in between what never did make sense.
Void of time and distance I stare obsessively hoping to
Fill in that space that has invaded my heart of late.
Is this a time of reflection or a period of total disconnection
From all that I hear, see and or feel?

I wouldn't call this thing darkness but I know of a certainty
That it is likened to a dismal depression of mind.
I do not fear I will stay in this given state only that I think
I really do need it as some sort of an outlet.
Times like these cannot be helped when you are living beyond
Your eternal reserve you hold to so fast.

Might it be that being human is only half the fault of my demeanor
As of late or is life’s happenings the just cause?
Anyone of a caring nature could define it as something that needs
To be done although it is outright and forthcoming.
I wish I could shut myself off but that would be impossible seeing as
I have no way to perform such a task as this on my own.

Staring even further into this reverie of dimensions undefined I am
So astonished as well for all my thoughts are unfolding.
I have traveled numerous places and limitless avenues all in a month’s time
Without even leaving my designated area even to do so.
It is surprising how far into the mind you can ponder with hearts feelings
That causes your emotions to unwind at the blatant occurrences.

I need to lift myself up from this cocoon of melancholy and try to make
Sense of something anything at all for my sanities sake.
My mortal body can transform my minds eye into thinking I am non-moving
But I do know that this thing can only keep me for a season.
For I do know that there are others out there who have it far more worse than I do
I need to be alert to the things at hand and snap to it.

So what if I return back to the stark and heart rendering reality of the lonely
Things that keep my mind occupied with minute details?
For to some it would be a really smallish tragedy but to me it is like a never
Ending rush of pain that needs to be mended by times hand.
Now I can rise up and try to get on with it or else be stuck in this mode of
Frozen heart and feelings that I care not to cater to right now.
 
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Your poems are amazing Poe, as always. Very deep.
 
(hugs) poefiend

Song for you

Gonna Get Better

We do what we do
To try and get us through
Our darkest days
A time in life that's not so bright
And there will be days when we cry
And we don't know why
Youve gotta fight it
Those days will pass you by
(chorus: it's gonna get better
Everybody knows there's brighter days
Its gonna get better
Live your life, and take it day by day)
Be positive in mind or youll
Fall before you even try
Sometimes it takes a helping hand
(a helping hand is what you need)
To show you that life goes on
There's a brand new dawn
When you're feeling down
There's always a reason
To hold on
Tell yourself
(chorus: it's gonna get better
Everybody knows there's brighter days
Its gonna get better
Live your life and take it day by day)
You gotta live your life
Cause life is for the living
And you don't know
If you'll get the chance again
You gotta find a way to hold on maybe
Faith will help you carry on
Just fight it
Take it in your stride
Its gonna be alright
(chorus: it's gonna get better
Everybody knows there's brighter days
Its gonna get better
Live your life and take it day by day)
Its gonna get better, pick yourself up and start again
And maybe when you find yourself alone
Youll have the time
To gather all your thoughts
And when you find
Youre not so strong
Youll have the strength
To carry on
And even when you find yourself in doubt
Youll never lose sight
Of what your lifes about
And when you find you're losing faith
Youll get the strength to help you
Tell yourself it's gonna get better
Just tell yourself that
It is gonna get better
Just tell yourself
Its gonna get better​
 
Thanks Friend that was very nice of you :)
Im alright Good song I like that one
the first poem is an older one. The second more recent
Im not sad I just needed and outlet? Thanks again though
 
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Dear dad... (a letter from Tu Michael, your son)

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My Dad is the greatest person I've ever met...

Dear dad,

If you are watching me from Heaven, do you feel happy? I've already passed one of the most difficult challenges in my life: having a stable job! Now I'm working at Vietcombank, one of the biggest banks in Vietnam. Mum is still fine. Mai is studying very hard for exam. All of us miss you much... I'd like to say: "Happy birthday to you, dad!”

Dad, I've never felt lonely like this before... since I gave you the last birthday present... Do you remember what it was? Just a pair of gloves and a Hand-made Birthday Card. There's nothing to talk about those gloves but the Birthday Card. When mum cried to me that your disease was very strange and you had to go to Singapore for an operation, I was really depressed. Overwhelmed by sadness and fear, I was very scared but I pretended to be strong to cheer mum up. However, that night I cried a lot...

How could this happen to my dad??? God, where are you??? Did my dad do anything wrong to you??? Everything dad's done is devoting his life to family!!! Don't you see how hard he work? Don't you see how he bought his children delicious food while he only ate normal things? Don't you see how dad bought beautiful clothes for mum while he wore old ones? Don't you know my dad cried when I was in hospital? Don't he know how he went out to buy his children medicine at midnight despite of heavy rain? Don't you see how dad tried to make delicious meals like mum while she was far away from home? Don't you see sadness in his eyes when people criticized him as a cold-blooded man who only knew about work? Don't you see how talented he was? Don't you see how kind he was? Or everything you see is just his cold appearance???

The more I thought, the more I cried... What could I do? I was too shy to tell you how I felt. "His birthday is coming. I've gotta do something special" That's how I talked to myself. And I decided to make you a hand-made card. I've never given you a Hand-made card before, right? Because you always told me that making those things was nonsense... Fine! I’ll show you how nonsense it is. And I made a card, the most beautiful and meaningful card ever! Secretly, I put it into your luggage before you went to Singapore for treatment…

“Hi, son


I was really moved when I opened your gift. It is the most precious gift I have ever received in my life, thanks.


Dear son, I love your mother and both you and little Mai very much, but for me you are most special, because you are not only my love, but also my unique hope for future of our family…


I do not need you to make money to take care of us later on, we can take care of ourselves. I want you to be rich so that you can take care of yourself, your family, your children, and so that we can be proud of you.


I cannot teach you how to make money and how to become rich, I can only advise you based on my own life experiences :

First of all : you can be rich only by following your main profession and your capability( I have failed because I graduated as mechanical engineer, but now working as a trader ). I am still not sure what you are capable to, but I am sure in any case you cannot earn your living by dancing or camera filming, they are only your hobby, not profession. So you should, right from now on, study well all the subjects, not only to earn high points on exams, but also to have enough knowledge…

At the same, to become rich, you MUST always keep in your mind the idea of making money. I missed a lot of opportunities because in the past I did not pay enough attention to making money. You should remember : once the opportunity come to you and you do not catch it, it will be very late as it won't come again. However, you should think ahead and select the best opportunity if severals come.

The above are from my experiences, but you must know that everything can depend only on you, noone can help you.


Good luck, my son.


Your Dad,

TUAN”


Dad, I was really moved when I read your e-mail too. You wrote a very long mail despite the fact that your hands got weaker day by day… I cried a lot, don’t you know…
Dad, surely I’ll do as you taught me. No smoking, no drinking, no fighting, no flirting, no…everything that an artist can be trapped… “You want to popularize Michael Jackson? I don’t care how well you dance, how famous you are, keep in mind that I HAVE NO SON AS A DANCER. If you really want to dance, just consider it as your hobby! Be as normal as special you can be, and prepare to face controversy, it would be a long way, you got it?!” That’s you once told me, right?
Dad, you are the person that influenced me most, not anyone else, even the King Of Pop! Keep the faith, dad! I AM NOT A DANCER! I DON’T PERFORM FOR FAME OR BEAUTIFUL GIRLS! That’s the way I am, dad!

Dad, today I returned home after my performance. It was a long way... And I can feel everything you said: “Prepare to face controversy, it would be a long way”. You are never wrong, dad!
“Fuck you, asshole!”, “Hoo-hoo, look! That’s little freaky Jackson”, “Nice Halloween outfit, babe!”, “Pretty man, hahaha”, “Are you gay or what?”
A long way to suffer, right daddy?
But believe it or not, I’m used to it, daddy…
I love you…

Your son,
Nguyen Anh Tu

Quoted from Tu Michael's Blog
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"Can't you see sadness in his eyes, God?"
 
Silent moment...

"Somebodey says my road is filled with roses, but please, have you ever been hurted by them?"
....
....
....
How can I deal with the cold inside? The person on stage... Surely he's not me... I just want to be on stage, to express all the feelings, pains, pressures that I have been suffering.
Eyes of underestimation and curiosity
Laughters
Fake smiles
Bad comments
....
....
It's an incredible feeling to be on stage... to be a part of The King... but when I return home, I feel so scared... Cold, dark, silent, cruel, annoying, isolated... What more? Too much to be listed...
....
....
My dream, my deepest dream, is having a warm and happy family in which every member can have a common voice...
Creating a World Of Fantasy just for my family...
No matter how other people say...
I appreciate a warm family most...
'Cause I have always been in a mystery, or rather, mysery...

A silent moment...
To listen to my heart clearly...
To think over everything...
....
Weak? Complicated? Sensitive? Yes, it's me
My smile is always be there, on my face...

Somebody used to say: "I'm impressed most when I see you smile" (If you are talking about kindness, happiness or brightness in my smile, you're not wrong)
Sombodey used to say: "I can see a blank/space in your eyes" (If you are talking about hatred, sadness or darkness in my eyes, well, you're right)
....
....
In the next two days what will I be suffering? Somebody shouldn't know... I swear to myself and my friends that I will never stop, no matter how far I can walk...
I will have been visting my big family as a guest...
But this moment...
It's too much too suffer...
Sharing with whom?...
My heart bursted out crying, despite the fact that I have not recovered fully...
Write, write and write...
One month...
Daddy, if you are watching me from Heaven, please give me some strength...
Please wipe out the tears in my eyes...
....
And please... a silent moment... is necessary...

Tu Michael
 
Thanks for sharing with us Tu Michael. I found your writing very interesting. I pray you comfort and strength.
 
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tu_michael1985 said:
"Somebodey says my road is filled with roses, but please, have you ever been hurted by them?"
....
....
....
How can I deal with the cold inside? The person on stage... Surely he's not me... I just want to be on stage, to express all the feelings, pains, pressures that I have been suffering.
Eyes of underestimation and curiosity
Laughters
Fake smiles
Bad comments
....
....
It's an incredible feeling to be on stage... to be a part of The King... but when I return home, I feel so scared... Cold, dark, silent, cruel, annoying, isolated... What more? Too much to be listed...
....
....
My dream, my deepest dream, is having a warm and happy family in which every member can have a common voice...
Creating a World Of Fantasy just for my family...
No matter how other people say...
I appreciate a warm family most...
'Cause I have always been in a mystery, or rather, mysery...

A silent moment...
To listen to my heart clearly...
To think over everything...
....
Weak? Complicated? Sensitive? Yes, it's me
My smile is always be there, on my face...

Somebody used to say: "I'm impressed most when I see you smile" (If you are talking about kindness, happiness or brightness in my smile, you're not wrong)
Sombodey used to say: "I can see a blank/space in your eyes" (If you are talking about hatred, sadness or darkness in my eyes, well, you're right)
....
....
In the next two days what will I be suffering? Somebody shouldn't know... I swear to myself and my friends that I will never stop, no matter how far I can walk...
I will have been visting my big family as a guest...
But this moment...
It's too much too suffer...
Sharing with whom?...
My heart bursted out crying, despite the fact that I have not recovered fully...
Write, write and write...
One month...
Daddy, if you are watching me from Heaven, please give me some strength...
Please wipe out the tears in my eyes...
....
And please... a silent moment... is necessary...

Tu Michael
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(hugs) Tu Michael... i'm sure many angels including your dad watch you from Heaven
 
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I was reminded today of this old blog I had written. So I thought I would share it for the "Reflections" part of this thread.

February 27 (year was either 2005 or 2006...probably 2006)

blogs

The scary thing about blogs is that anyone can now read your most private intimate thoughts if you use it for such things. They are supposed to be a diary of sorts, right? So here I can talk about what is bothering me, or what excites me, or what bores me. Do I really want people to know these things? In a way it feels like sharing these things with everyone out there cheapens me, or cheapens those thoughts or feelings. Maybe it works the other way. Maybe by keeping it all to myself, I am making them worth less because they only matter to me. They won't matter to anyone else because no one else gets to hear them. Why be scared to share? I may sound like an idiot at times when I write in here. Maybe what I write will come across wrong and people will get the wrong impression of me. Why should that worry me?

You know...the thing that probably scares me the most is knowing no one is really interested. No one really cares to read these things (or mine at least). It's like a diary open to all. I used to think if I had access to peoples diaries I would feel like I had some rare treasure. I love people. We are fascinating and sharing thoughts are worth more than anything. There is nothing as interesting as the human mind. And so...by sharing what is in mine..If I share what is most valuble to me and find that it is worthless to others, particularly those who matter most to me, it will crush me. Seems a little dramatic and I know I overthink things to a crazy extent. We all want to feel valuble or worthwhile.

Maybe thoughts really have been cheapened. Everyone has an opinion and everyone is willing to share it, or so it seems. I am just one person out of billions of people. Why should I matter at all?

I just looked up the worlds population "The population of the World
is 6,446,131,400 " So I am one out of around 6 and a half billion people. I could be one of the stars on this page. Does one matter among many? I know if each star thought it didn't matter, and stopped shining, we would have a very drab, bleak sky. That should say something.







One thing that excites me is looking up at a clear nighttime sky while I am out in the country where there is no light pollution, seeing each star shine so brilliantly that each one on it's own is breathtaking, but when shining all together, are so much more.







If I could chose to look at one star, and study just one star while each of them shout out to me, how would I chose? Would me studying that one star make it more special? I know it would make it more special to me.




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Who Judges me
Does foul the air
With sentence
Dark and deep
That I alone
Do write from scratch
The poems
That you seek

I write of love
With knowledge there
Took pain to cover in
And then in moments
Of truest bliss I saw
A world of sin

What works are these?
That tell of truth
That only life begets
And then to say
Aloud he writes
If only he could forget

But poet vision
Seek the truth
Where works
Do ease the pain
For lost in such
Pleasures of this gift

The poet shall sustain.
 
Dying Animal

On this just and audacious occasion I bow my head to live another day without regret of making someone less of me yet again
let me not fail to convey anything glorious and most justifying for another to use in their journey across this wondrous life that
has been given to us all in trade that we behave and do our best towards our fellow man lest we fail and have to own up to it.
Just this day I am filled with sorrow and deep heartfelt sadness to see the many reasons I will not give in to the ache du jour
let me be or hold me close but do not make light of my being as if I dont exist anymore and am a ghost left to prowl unguided
Wish that I could have a thing of my very own that wont return my love and feelings back to me void and empty as a sad tomb.
Gleeful are those who wished me ill and went their way to pretend it was nothing more than a pawn to move in a game of chess
but it's alright because second best sometimes suits some of us to a tee and we wear it proudly like a banners emblem unfurled.
If you were me and I were you Id not be so cruel as to exclude you thus but hold you near and cradle your heart without question
Yet that is how it always goes from those who want to ride to fame and leave you downward on the rungs of life way down below.
I need to get this out of me it festers like an open sore weeping like my eyes from the inside out tearing my being into tatters
the feel of it is something akin to a dying animal left alone stricken in the night by mishap and lies to bleed until all life has gone.
Call me melancholic is you want but all in all I am human and I do feel the same as you when mistreated in such disdainfulness.
Let me lay upon this thing until I can sort it all out and become something more than something treated as diseased and less
I shall stay quiet upon my way and hope someday you will come to see that I was someone you would again someday need.
 
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