POETRY

Geetima Baruah Sarma, 23 february 2012

SILENT SUFFERERS

Judgement day arrived to
Determine success and failure.
Festivity and celebration
Ruled the institutions...
Sense of pride glowed
In the faces of those
Who had expectations,
Glorious smile shone
On the cheeks of those
Who burnt midnight's oil;
Except for the bulk
Who remained unsuccessful...
Depression, fear, shame
Reigned the pale young faces,
Feelings of guilt reflected
In the eyes of those
Who whiled away time.
But, my heart pained
For those unfortunate innocents -
Who just recovered from
Encephalitis or glaucoma,
And those puppets of fate
Who tried to cope with the loss
Of a parent or sibling.
Questions whirl in my mind
And I do wonder...
Can three hours judge the
Performance of tender brains -
Their intelligence, their brilliance?
The silent sufferers,
Tagged as failures,
Shed tears in solitude,
Their dreams being eclipsed -
Stare towards a bleak future.

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SHAYNA CARVER, 23 february 2012

BRIDE OF DARKNESS

she had many anniversaries with darkness.
their dark thoughts and dark souls were each others wedding rings,
their dark hearts have been together since her birth.
the only contentment she has, is the happiness darkness brings.

she's married to death - the son of satan and sin.
this is the place and family where she truly belongs,
they're waiting for her and welcoming her with open arms.
being with them feels so right - being elsewhere feels so wrong.

he came to her in her dreams many years ago.
she woke up one night just to see his vision,
she didn't know this at the time - but he wanted to be with her then.
at that time - she couldn't make that final decision.

this makes sense to her as to why - in this existence, she never wanted to get married.
she already had her husband from the dark side,
often - she felt a certain sadness, and had a feeling she shouldn't be here.
she was right because she's the darknesss' bride.

until darkness comes for her - she has no choice but to just wait.
she makes the most of her days, but everything seems to be fake,
she uses her instincts and common sense to get through this era.
one night darkness will come for her, and she won't have to awake.

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SHAYNA CARVER, 23 february 2012

THE PAINTING

a sacred work of art that is deserving of devotion,
hung with honor high above the rest with its glory,
a sensation of recognition came over me - it was a strong emotion.
this painting of beauty has its own story.

it's a special message that he painted just for me,
it touches my heart and soul deeply that he put it up for show,
deep in me forever will the image always be.
how grateful i am to him for doing that for me - someday he will know.

it's a painting of an angel - a cherished symbol and token,
he painted this angel to seal our bond forever,
this is his promise to me that will never be broken.
even in death we'll be together.

this can only be fully understood by the esoteric and the initiate,
i'm so thankful and appreciative that i'm one of the chosen few,
this can only be figured out by a person with special knowledge and wit.
i never thought how my life would be - but my guardian angel always knew!

 

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C R Clark, 23 february 2012

Poetry

Poetry is the thoughts I have
I write them down for all to see
Some will like them, some will not
But, they all hold some import for me
The subject may be love or sports
Pitching woo or riding a horse
Or about hunting or fishing with worms
Or, just, some silly, rhyming verse
It may be truth, it may be tale
It may be true for someone else
But, written as if it were about me
It’s not a lie, its poetry
Copyright C R Clark-2/26/2008

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Timothy Walker, 23 february 2012

Tears

I once felt your heartbeat
the sound of your love and caring heart
Now im a prisoner of the past 
The shear cold of past events has locked me in 
anger,jealousy, depression,loneliness,has all attacked
A monster of ones self being, unable to escape
tears touch that mind
you now have the gaurds standing over your castle
these feelings getting shattered by their swords
they try to spar with them but are bound to loose
Tears touch that heart
Please walk away before any more damage is done
i hear those clashing waves,and yet still not wanting to stop till the battle is won
Tears please dry

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Timothy Walker, 23 february 2012

Its fate

The leaves blow around me as i watch the sun fall into a deep sleep and show its most inner dreams amongst the stars 
shaped by forms of beautiful lights that mark a new hope for the next day to come
im soon to fall into a deep sleep as well 
my dreams wont be of today but of tomorrow 
a dream of where i watch my troubles just dissapear into the hands of the almighty 
he is as the sun would say greater then all and does not require these selfish dreams of escaping reality
instead only to release trials in order for the people of this world to know what true grace and mercy is
Everyone has there very own genesis tree and revelation for which they grow upon while living in this ugly yet beautiful world 
The stars only show what has always been there but its the job of the people to create what has not been in existence ..
and that would be dreams ...for it's fate.

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Timothy Walker, 23 february 2012

Awaken my dear

Reaching inside i try to grab what was stopping me 
too overwhelmed by the dark aura leaking beneath me'
crowded by  people shadows which seemed to try to reach for the demon within me
looking at my watch axiously waiting for the sun to depart from the sky 
so this being can finally come from its cage 
the stage is set for a new day another challenge unable to look above the wall 
i search for nothing,a deserted area no psalm trees,no ocean,no friends,no family,just another way to end it all
honestly,truthfully,desperately,i sought for your gracious hand to come save me from my insanity 
but
what is it? what is the thing my soul truly seeks does it seek revenge
or does it seek love or does it just seek for longing 
please
awaken ......wake up my dear i need you,the shear cold has almost
completely captured my heart and any memories that may be special.
Try to remember who you are and what it was you were doing before you were unable to fly ....
are the chains too tight? if so please do remember before you complely dissapear 
Awaken........

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Melody Lymex, 23 february 2012

New Hampshire

A state of New England,
The ninth colony, to be exact,
Is anything but old school bland.

Her land is something of a beautiful craft.

The air blows wild and clean,
Through the most vibrant autumn leaves,
With its mountains, hills, trees, and life,
It seems that her land will never breathe its last.

The trees that whisper,
For if you leave, you might miss her,
For the greatest problem one could face,
Is deciding how to enjoy her grace.

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Melody Lymex, 23 february 2012

4-H

4-H is more than a club,
It’s a growing passion, a greater love.
The people that join,
Are more valuable than any coin.

They pledge for head, heart, hands, and health,
This is better than any large wealth.

These people are the ones that aid,
No matter how the waves of fate bade.

They will always be there,
Enriching our lives,
For the better,
To stay by the four-leaf-clover,
Forever.

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Megan, 22 february 2012

Take Me High

My heart might have had a beat once long ago 
Perhaps I lost it, now feeling like the only dunce of the show 
While I let your words bless me with their grace 
My ignorance took the best of me, and from that I have an unsettling expression on my face 

Can I laugh for you tonight in hopes that the only funny isn't me
Brighten up my ever shining world of daylight by bringing humor to set these feelings free 
Can I have your hands roaming over my soul as the moon goes down 
Will you wake me from the deadly fantasies, you being my number one clown  

Can I feel your skin on mine like the sun that provides my daylight 
Will you be the drug I use to kill myself; overdose by using you as my high 
Can I smile for you tonight, instead of being stuck with the usual feelings that I tend to hide
My veins travel throughout my body in a subconscious cycle, leaving the rhythm of my heartbeat like a blue suicide 

Will you make me happy inside and out, unlike that twisted smiley face  
Will you caress my heart when you bring me back from that dirty place 
Can I lean on you like like the clouds in the sky 
Will you be the moon, every night rising to take me high 

Will you be the food I eat to feel less empty 
Will you  help me; push me to the surface like the waves of the sea
Will you heal my wounds in attempt to feel my pain 
Or you hurt my heart to feel alive again 

Will you be my friend like the ones that made my hat 
Will you be the spit in my face that they do ruthlessly spat 
Will you be there when the mirror in the sky is broken 
Will you be there when I'm willing to let my heart open up 

Will you take me high like the kite  fly with ease 
Will you be the wind beneath the wings that I got from the trees
Will you take me high like the blunt did so long ago 
Will you take me high when I'm at my lowest low 

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