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 Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 10:00 pm
This is the one that is entered in the guild contest
Geisha
Each day we must rise when the sun rises
and fall when the moon draws near.
We hide our faces, between masks of white and pink,
the hues of our skin forgotten, for the night that we have become
The sun rises against her skin enlightening in the glow of the warmth of family and lovers forgotten.
We raise our heads and look towards the stars, brushing our hand through the ink laid sky and sprinkling the tiny jewels across the sands
We are not woman, we are not men, we are humans being who are art. statues being worn by time not age.
Though our blood is red, and color still rises within us, we are nothing more then a pawn that people look and touch. love is unknown. love is the flame that has busted.
We are art.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 10:00 pm
Freedom
Freedom everyone wants it
But not everyone fights for it
Sure their are still people fighting, but not for the right reasons
Who cares about who wins what war.
Its all about what changes
People change, while some people don't
that's what freedom means to me.
I don't want people to tell me, how i look like, how i act, or how i talk
I just want me to me.
My life is like a fairytale, the ending change. And I don't always get my happily ever after. But that doesn't matter with me
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 10:01 pm
Nothing to No More
Nothing.
Nothing is left.
Nothing to touch.
Nothing to see.
Not a single breath to breathe
A simple touch, and a warm embrace.
But when it is gone, what do you feel?
longing, and heartache. or jealously and pain
You know you have gone so long without it, but can you regain who you once were
A new hand brushing against your shoulders and envelopes you in the same soft light, that you felt when he first touch you.
You try not to gasp or meet these new person's eyes but you tremble and turn you head, barely letting your gaze rest upon on his own, Where is the nothingness that you feel before. the longing for the other person. it is no more
No More
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 10:02 pm
Time for The Future
We all here people tell us that our future is about to start
But can we really handle it
When we walk onto the stage to accept our pass into life, we feel like a celebrity
But can we really accept the fact that our future is starting
We should just follow the rhythm of our own voices, and not let others push us back
We have friends that will guide us when our parents won't
Sometimes our parents won't accept us, but who cares about little things like that
We all these paths that we have to cross on our own
But we all meet at a crossroads don't we.
Its time for our future to start.
Our future is waiting just beyond that closed door so its time to open it
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 10:03 pm
Always
Always
Always causing troubles
Always causing fights
Always wanting to make you drive into the night
I try to stop it
But I can't
I try to ignore it
But I won't
Press as hard as you and I'll go
Don't press and I'll still go
Fighting till I'm sore
Fighting maybe because I'm bored
Fighting till I want to say sorry
Sorry doesn't matter
all it is lies
Always causing troubles
Always causing tears in your eyes
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 10:30 am
The poems aren't half bad. However, there is a considerable amount of work that can be done to improve the grammar and possibly a few edits to enhance the vocabulary. If you would like assistance in those regards let me know.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 1:05 pm
Thank you, but I'm fine with my grammar and my vocabulary. bad grammar and vocabulary is my style and I won't change it for anything
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