Drinking in

I drift tenuously into what could have been a dream
But I... I am burning in the warmth of the sun
This is not where I belong I'm of shadow and this is not my home.
I live in deeper water then most men dare to tread
Existing to prolong our existence we are asked "why".
Why do we live?..I live...I'm alive, these word break my mind.
I'm am asked who I was before I born.
Was I?
I am told there is nothing to learn.
I understand that there is no thing that can be learned.
I dream that I will never know what I don't know now.
I fear that I already know everything.
This fear is bracing and is the reason for my tenuation.
That is when I learn what I have already known...
I am hear because I choose to be.
I choose to feel and that is why I am.
Who I am is what I choose to feel.
I am who I choose to be.
I am the symphony that makes me smile.
I am the aria that makes me cry.
I am the nocturne that makes my breath grow heavy.
The art becomes my body and my body the art.
And YOU...you will see what you want.
What you see you choose to see.
What ever you become, happy, sad, angry, arouse.
I become in you.
What ever you are when you read this, I choose to be...in you.

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Looking around I see...
Current mood: blessed

So theres this woman I know...that I kinda like but,
My mind being so cruel as it is makes unfair comparisons.
I compare her to the ONE Woman I have loved longest.
I compare her eyes, her hair, her smile...
I suddenly remember that I'm still in love...
As in love now as I was the first time she tied me to a chair at a friends house lol.
I'm listening to "Run" from 'Snow Patrol' and the line "to think I might not see those eyes makes it so hard not to cry" and I do.
There not sad tears though there the kind of tears that come when your heart feel pure joy.
...I can't wait for my vacation time!!!

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A short new poem...
Current mood: confused
Category: Writing and Poetry

This poem is about someone new in my life...a girl. A girl Im fairly shur Im not suposa be feeling feeling for. The situation is all to familar and yet I fear I will be heading down this road again becouse my heart is far to strong for my mind... that and I've grown so very tired of feeling lonely :(

In horrid light, which eyes despise;
A single inch of flesh I spy.
And even in this dim cold light.
I see in you the warmth of life.
In grey and black my mind takes flight.
I am called to moments where your eyes met mine.
With hands that touch in deeds to refine;
You are filling up my mind.
My imagination to you I bind.
On lips: inspiration I seek to find.
I dare not speak for you are not mine...
And we live in a world of invisible lines.
But if I spoke Id speak one line;
"Your beautiful lets share the night".
Come away and see what I see;
A world of magick with dreams to dream.
I have power over artistic things.
In my hands I render dreams to this reality.

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In waking from a dream I long to tell my love only this...

I have seen you in the early morning;
As soft light dances across your skin.
I felt the world turn in your arms.
Holding you as you cried I have known I could love you more.
I have heard you sing and I know your laugh.
We have dance together and created together.
Dreams of our future come to me like Photos already taken.
And in loving you I have come to know a loneliness as cold as death.
Life can only return when I hold your hand in mine.
Your heart so like my own is the cure to all my sorrows.
I would for you a light become and define my own dark ways.
When they say "is there someone special" I will say your name...
A thousand times I will say your name and, a thousand times more.
No Casanova but a love that's true and lasting.
There is no room in my heart for another woman.
It is like waking from a nightmare into a dream;
And such a dream this is!
There is no distance or time that could weaken such hope.
"Life is now" my love "life it's what I've found in you."
I have felt you so near to me and I feel it even now.
No treasure, nor gold, or silver, no work of art as powerful as your eyes.
No kiss as sweet as the kiss to come
Never will there be a moment when I am not falling again and again in love with you.

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Greta Oto (glasswing)
Current mood: indescribable
Category: Art and Photography

I am as the glasswing butterfly.
Fighting to be seen.
Rendering forth with colors bold and dark'
Rust and blood or shades of black-end burgundy.
I rest between the worlds of seen and the unseen.
There are others like me others who are hard to see;
Other glasswing butterflies.
We are a wonder to behold.
Shimmer shine &, show your selves.
For though you have not the beauty of the flower or the full pigments of other butterflies;
You are rare and strange and you will be loved.
Loved as much for what you are as how you look;
And! this...this is not a gift the others possess.
The flower is loved until its colors fade and its sent is gone...
The common butterfly will even after death only be loved for what they can see for how they look...
You my glasswing anomalies will forever be looked upon with growing wonder.
Loved best for what cannot be seen.
If you will not trust my words then take this brave sacrifice...
"World that cannot see, see me now!"
"World who loves beauty, find it now! not with your eyes but with your minds!"
"And you who will not be seen(who cannot be seen) step forth and challenge the very name and face of beauty."
Do not over look what you cannot see.
And do not think that because you go unseen you go unloved.
Know that there is a place for you Glasswing wonders.
I will a road for you pave.
I will a home for you build.
I will a dream for you create.
Let now the unseen be known...

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Winter Cry
Current mood: creative

Dance O' silver winged fairy'
Let free you gem like touch.
A crystal realm is yours to have'
Let lose your cold finger and hold on to no restraint...
Sweet careless Jack creating and distorting.
I will find my self in your cold embrace and remember that I am alive.
I will feel your sting your cutting nips.
I will for you shiver...
Old spirit of frost dearest friend of mine.
I look upon your world with wonder.
Precious gems you have created each different each flawless.

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Dark things...

Do you feel him walk into the room and turn to find nothing there?
Do you sometimes think you know his name but you have simply forgottin it?
Who is this dark prince and where did he come from?
I do not fear him...I know him well.
I know him as I know my self...
I know my self because he showed me who I am...
What you call a nightmare we call dreams...
What you call hope we call dispare...
One of us is a monster the other a broken toy...
No one loves a broken toy and everyone fears the monster...
We were bound to each other from the moment we met...
Two dark things two boys the world would not have.
He took me into shadow and I was his Alice.
This world he made was a glass sanctuary...
Now after all this time I am cold...
I am untouchable...
Here in his glass sanctuary I am safe from every one but myself...
He told me once he could see the moonlight dancing in my eyes...
He found me a lady who would love me just to see me dance with her...
After I loved her back he went away...she died
Without his darkness she could not live...she left me here alone.
For years I stood still in this dark glass grave.
Unseen, unloved, unknown.
You came...You said you could hear my heart calling to you...
You said you could see me threw the dark...
You said I would never need him again...
You said you would never leave me...
I followed you into the light...
I built you a home where you could smile and feel loved...
I saved you from your self...I took your darkness and made it my own...
You became the moon and so I found you the sun...
I felt the same pain he felt when you left me alone to play games with the sun.
I died the same as she when you would not come back...
My darkness grew and grew and grew...it swallowed me whole...
I ran away I tried to be free of this pain.
I tried to forget how you said you would never hurt me again...
I no longer feel the dark prince...
I hardly remember the girl made of shadows...
YOU!
You I feel all the time every moment of every day...
I am haunted by you...
I am held back and held down by the weight of our pain...
A million miles could not this shame revoke...
A crowd of ppl and still I see only as far as you...
I was not the monster I am not as you tell them I am...
Every word every wisper every thought reaches me...
I am the broken toy...
You cut your fingers playing with me...
You lost my peices and found them in places you did not want them to be...
I need you all of you every last drop of you...
But I know that no one can ever really love a broken toy...
And I know that toys even after braking still want to love who ever will play with them...
I am a broken toy...

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Jessica( a word or two about a good freind)

Her eyes like mine are powerfull'

Her lips a perfect frame'

A mind that looks and see as few'

I want to hug her again'

The leo sun rest on her face'

All who know her love her grace'

A wild spirit a fiery child'

An infinit well of humer and style'

A friend when a friend I need'

I love you Jessica I always will'

Were far apart but I'm with you still'

I think about you every day'

The things we used to do and say'

I hope you know what you meen to me :)

I love you Jessica Friends forever!

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both my eyes

both my eyes are bad(as in I need glasses.)

both have a realy cool dark streek down the center!

both my eyes are a stormy blue.

both my eyes convay emotions with a firceness.

both my eyes will lie to you, look to my lips if you wanna know what Im thinking!

my eyes are not the window to my soul.

my eyes are just eyes that see and keep secrets...

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Under your green eyes
Current mood: artistic

Under your green eyes I fall apart

Im a butterfly torn limb from limb

Im left loathing drifting sinking

Within your green eyes I am on fire

I am burning burning and begging for more

Cold you look at me blue again

bring back your green eyes love me again

your poison you hurt me Im dieing within

Tell me you love me hold me again

I love your green eyes hold me agian

Your magic eyes turn green and blue

give me your green I beg of you

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