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When in love I wonder if you could sense how I feel when I look at you,
Tilting my head to the side when I smile with you.
The way I feel when I listen to you,
The anticipation in my stomach right before seeing you.

I could hold my breath counting the number of stars I see in your eyes,
Stretch my fingertips to graze the surface of your lips,
And slowly, tenderly,
Fall in love with the way you look at me every time.

I sometimes wonder if you could see all this in my eyes,
Recognize the feeling of my heart in my voice,
Feel the tenderness of my mind lost in translation,
A heart wavering like an angel hair in the wind.When in love by *aBlondMoment
A Poem for Jenny a seed beneath these mounds of dirt
suffocated by the cold
waiting, waiting to erupt
hoping, praying to burst forth

this seed buried underground
with such potential to emerge
wishing to taste the air above
but afraid by this new, únknown urge

warmth begins to penetrate
the hardened, frigid, rocky soil
the seed below begins to rise
desire within begins to boil

the bud climbs up and up above
breaking through the moistened ground
a healthy stem begins to sprout
feeding on the rays of sun

pinkest petals start to show
embracing this new love of life
resonating beauty shines
radiating strength and lightA Poem for Jenny by *KeepersKeep
We're All Dreamers i.
Her wings used to flutter until they ripped her from the sky and bound her in chains. An underwater cave is now her home and the only memories she has of flying high are the images she painfully etches onto the walls. The jellyfish mock her with their tentacles and their ability to seamlessly float through the waters and all she can do is fight to break free until the water fills her lungs and causes her to blackout. She's hoping the lights come on soon and that this is all a dream because the marks on her ankles are becoming permanent and any signs she was ever anything different are fading quicker than the high tide.

"You need to stop We're All Dreamers by ~NOTHINandEVERYTHING
Once upon a time... by =The-Golden-Sunrise
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Poetry
Finally Moving Freed bodies move
in the hollow and infinite silence,
flowing into shapes and sighs,
that hang for a nameless moment
before dropping
into the echoing darkness.

How I wish you existed, love.Finally Moving by ~DionysiaGaribi
Come Inside "Come Inside"

I pulled up to a truck stop on the side of the road

Or at least that's what I remember being told

And as the morning unfolded I saw within view

The sunrise climb higher upon this quiet avenue

I could almost feel the regret of sin building within

I knew I should have stopped that before it could begin

But I must inform sadly I had lost control

I gave her my trust and her purity I stole

I was not ready to be the father of a baby boy

In fact I had planned on moving to the state of Illinois

What annoys me now is how life can change within hours

Or seconds with mistakes that devour my power

But she was grazing me with heCome Inside by *BleedTheDream180
Make Her Smile Just do it boy, make her smile!
Even if it only lasts a little while.
It might just happen to make her day
In every possible way.
Just tell her a joke to make her laugh.
It'll get her through a tough class of math.
Compliment her hair and the way it's worn.
It'll lift up her mood from being torn.
Give her a playful little shove.
You never know- you may earn her love!
Even trying to smile too
Will help both her and you!
So just do it, boy, help her out.
You never know what this could be about.Make Her Smile by ~SingingEms7
numbers i've been around the world
and back, fifty thousand times
in search of a home.
i've lived to be three times
as old as my oldest grandmother,
and still haven't matured.
i've talked to millions
of people, but i haven't heard
a single statement that was real.
i've lived by wandering alone,
if you can call that living. numbers by ~DimefortheDevil
Poetry
Prose
The Artist Down it falls.
Every second spent--wasted.
Each speck of respect and trust will collapse...

I proceed to find the process of destruction amazing.
How composure is continuous, strenuous.
But how incredibly expeditious the universe can be in the process of demolition.

But in that split second where you watch it crash,
You relive each moment, reconvene with each partner,
And feel as if your very essence could have been captured through your composition.

It would be a lie if said that possessions are meaningless.
Within what we create is ourselves.
What makes an artist is the ability to take the debris in which hope is lost,

And The Artist by ~liviebug66
Disturbing the Peace Women in corsets
     disturb the peace.Disturbing the Peace by =QuiEstInLiteris
we are an exquisite waste of time. honey moth eyes and i wish i could forget everything. but not like i was in an accident. i dont want you to pity me. i want to move away and feel the wind in my bones. have you ever caught a willow actually weeping? caress her bark and feel her pain. everyone looks at her and mouths that she's beautiful. but no one loves her. actually loves her.

you argue, "i love you like the moon loves the stars."

but i just spit out, "how do you know if the moon even loves the stars? maybe they used to be a part of him until they shattered off because they wanted to be something else. something better."

and you laugh, oh how you laugh, like summer sky. we are an exquisite waste of time. by ~DamagedHomewrecker
A Ghost Of A Dream **So today I woke up after experiencing a dream I was not in at all. Some of you may recall my last dream I was not in, as I wrote a story about it. I actually wish I could turn this into an actual story, but either I woke before it finished or it just wasn't meant to be.**
Anyway, here's what happened:

There was a young 13-14 year old girl walking around a small, dusty old house. She was alone, with a few bags (one slung over her shoulder, two in her hands) and as she explored the house the feeling of uneasiness about the place seemed to grow. The girl journeyed upstairs into a very small bedroom with two beds against either wall, and a slA Ghost Of A Dream by =Inuranchan
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Breaking the System: Plot and Characters Breaking the System: Plot & characters

1. Genre: Romance, thriller, fantasy, suspense

2. Time period: 1880s

3. Plot: Ari Blair isn't your average St. Baalthasar prisoner. In fact, he just might be one of the most peculiar ones you'll ever meet. Ari Blair is an immortal, 1180-year-old man who, in reality, died at the age of 21. This story takes place in St. Baalthasar prison located off the coast of civilization that is found about 50+ miles away during the 1880s. Not only will you be reading about Ari's adventures, but you'll also be following him along on discovering his true love interest who just so happens to be a grim reaper. Read aloBreaking the System: Plot and Characters by *KoumoriChaos
What it used to beLost: I lost my way

Alone:I have no one i can rely on

Insecure: I don't know where is safe to go

Blinde: I didn't see the people who truly cared

Longing: for what once was perfect

Sadness: for loseing

Tears: they have no meaning anymore

Time: seemes that is counted

Life: destroyed

Heart: filled with dust, and closed with a chains and a lock

I'm falling apart, i'm bearly breathing i feel nothing until i saw you.
What it used to be by ~regicarbonell
Last Call There are days when she tells me that there's nothing left we can do, and I ask her why she told me "we". She tells me there was never a difference; that when she dies, so do I. I say that I already knew that, but she refuses to look at me and I never truly knew, did I. She had brown eyes and twelve wishes, but the wish she wished for the most was for me to survive her, because nobody ever survives love's death. I told her she would never die; she told me I was invincible.

We were both such imperfect liars.

"We". It is the only word she can force from her lungs, the ones that are half-collapsed and refuse to be taken to the ER. It costs tooLast Call by ~masvida
Profile Skeleton Name: (Self explanatory, but can do with elaboration. Meaning of name, appropriateness, background, connotation. Also includes nicknames, titles, etc.)

Race: (Varies depending on genre. I use this for species, as well as a brief species description for fantasy worlds, but also for census-race in real-world stuff.)

Setting: (For fantasy worlds, I usually have an entirely separate sheet, but for real-world stuff, a few sentences here usually suffices. I include location, time frame, and current events, getting as specific as possible. For fantasy worlds, I use a few sentences with notes back to my reference sheet.)

Affiliation: (This often oProfile Skeleton by =QuiEstInLiteris
Characters and Settings
Poetry 2011
and the taste projects and the world tastes like charcoal

let's fly.
let's jump from however high
let's fall
and pretend

nothing
exists

except the air.
and the ground.
and your heartbeat.
and dust-filled lungs
shouting liberation.

and the world tastes like rust

give it time.
give it something to fight
give it loss
and falsehoods

nothing
lies

except for you
and my words
and her expression
and his tears
screaming exhaustion

and the world tastes like steel

make it last.
make it into beauty
make it sing
and create

nothing
breaks

except for notes
and the sharpness
and reflections
and mirrored hate
whispering desperation.and the taste projects by ~masvida
you may not want to hear this. the most beautiful
things in life are found in the
small imperfections.you may not want to hear this. by ~pixelbee223
her absolution she wants to run until her feet char holes in the pavement;
until her muscles strip themselves free of her bones,
and go tangle-tossed into the wind -
tumbling like streamers in her storm-tunnel wake,
and leaving a bare-hearted girl, kneeling empty;

an asthmatic silhouette made one with the ground.

amnesia-girl,
caught up in the wanting of nothing more than air;
gasping in blue-sky late-july breaths.
sweat streaming down her temples,
dripping from her downturned face, like tears avowed -

sphinx-girl,
with all her riddles unwound.
his name, their words, that face made forgettable –
stretching behind her

bereft,
the memher absolution by ~XezleX
Bloom Little Flower Bloom my little flower,
Reach up towards the sun.
Look my little child,
My beloved little one.

If you love the sea,
You should sail it all your life.
Hear the deep marine,
Call to you inside.

If you love the city,
With it lights and noise and glare.
Then you will not be pitied,
If I should find you there.

If you love the fields,
To toil in the dirt.
You will surely yield,
A life filled with mirth.

If you love the forests,
And wandering with the trees.
I'll sing a joyful chorus,
If you find your calmness.

My child find your place,
And let your love shine.
For if you don't become commonplace
You'll earn this love of mine.Bloom Little Flower by ~bookworm012496
Poetry 2011
Poetry 2010
The Day After Valentine's Day Your memory is rooted far and wide
in the Californian soil.

It rides on the 490 bus route,
every afternoon at 2:45pm–
or at 3:25 if we were running late.

It's down the block at the corner deli,
draped in the layers of lunchtime aromas
and wearing that green apron you hated
but when I look, it isn't your smiling face.

It's in the streets of Chinatown,
in the maze-like tourist traps.
We would get lost anyway
underneath the red paper lamps.

It's in a hotel room in San Francisco,
holding hands underneath the bedcovers.
It's in the carved initials at the boardwalk,
a permanent reminder that two people
once imagined a future The Day After Valentine's Day by ~SpiritFingers
BROKEN. I.  Am.  A.  Puzzle.
Because.  My mind.  Is.  Split.
And.  I keep.  Trying.  To put.  The pieces.
Back.  Together.
I keep.  Jamming.  The pieces.
Back.  Together.
Not.  Aware of.  My.  Insanity.  Until.
Finally.  I realize.  That.  The pieces.  Don't.
Fit.  Together.
Because.  They're.  Broken.
I'm.  Broken.
You.  Broke me.
And.  You did it.  SBROKEN. by ~emirasmussen
For my Future Beloved My love, to you I will show true devotion
We will be free to express our true emotions

As our worlds intertwine
A bond will form of the most divine

My torn heart pieced whole
I will heal your broken soul

We will laugh together in harmony
We will make sweet poetry

For my future beloved, whoever you are
I promise to love you with all my heartFor my Future Beloved by ~Mayoko442
1. Introduction Welcome to my life,
The place where dreams
Don't really come true
And wishes are dismissed
As being childish.

Welcome to my room,
That, there, is my bed.
The soft, warm place
Where I cry myself to sleep,
Too brokenhearted to care.

Welcome to the yard,
Where I spent my childhood
Digging to find China
And running through hoses
On hot, summer days.

Welcome to my life
The place where things
Are not always as they appear,
Just like the smile
That is taped upon my face.1. Introduction by ~dream-n-pink
Poetry 2010
Contest Entries 2010
trip to top                                      

back on the ground floor again
experiencing all the hardness and pain
of the world I'm trying to strive in
and all my efforts always seem to be in vain

                                countless times now I've thought about giving up
    trip to top by ~Banmedo
Falling A white feather floats
Down from the sky.
Landing among the
Decaying leaves.

Gray skies part
Soft light comes.
Falling from the heavens
A small angel,
Torn and broken wings.

Feathers cascade down
The sky opens as rain falls.
Tears over falling for love.
Hitting the ground
A soft voice echo's all around.

"Do not weep for me,
It is love that I have found.
These tears you shed have come too late,
I cast no blame.
If this is the price I must pay
Then I do so with a smile upon my face,
No love should be forbidden."Falling by ~BeyondMyTouch89
Stop I don't want to stop, the way I don't want to stop
scraping sunsets into my pockets, or
taping airplanes in your alarm clock so you can
fly instead of dreaming of me. And I've been
wearing the same pants till my fingers fall through,
poking the last hole in the constellation over your bed,
manning control centers for your safe return.

Tell me every distant star stays blinking like eyes across
a prairie road waiting for home. Tell me home is filled with
all of your laughs in clay jars with cracks in their sides.
Tell me you need me more than my pockets full of
quartz for your Sandman, and, every time you're flying,
you're reallyStop by ~poshlost
I Sail On Against the wind I hold true
Myself, the world, the ocean, blue
Over the sea on which I float
The cold of the night, a black overcoat
Not the faintest of light reaches my eyes
Rain splatters down, and cold winds rise
This broken ocean, I sail along
waves of doubt, and decisions made wrong
but I breathe and I strive
One day I'll arrive
A faint light will grow
above the ripples and rows
The sea remains blue, but I sail on
Beyond the waves, a light calls eternal, and I sail onI Sail On by ~genoboost
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Collision Course somewhere only we know is an adagio between sheets.

in a carnal landscape
we gorge on valleys
and crevices despite
our diametric poles

we persist like
tectonic plates,
constantly moving
shifting
until we arrive
on a perfect c o l l i s i o n

[ yet still deny the
pieces of a puzzle we are ]

there is no one terrestrial truth.

counting the nautical miles
amidst you and I the heart is
a clockwork conundrum
[ the lone vessel at the edge of the world ]
and love,

love. . .

is the signals failing.Collision Course by ~MariaTala
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janus stilettos are bad for my feet
   but nice for my calves

underwires are rude to my ribs
   but kind to my cleavage

corsets bully my lungs
   but hourglass my waistline

      like you

         so good to my body
            but, oh, so hard
              on my heartjanus by *Blueskye27
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Absence They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
But I believe it is the longing that does so.
I stare out my window, up at the ceiling
Imagining your face, your eyes, your smile.
And I all I feel is my love grow.

The sound of your voice echoes in my mind
Your laughter brings a smile to my face.
I can't help but imagine the feel of your arms
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I think of where you are, what you're doing
What is occupying your mind.
I think and I wonder, as I go through my day
If I occupy yours, as you do mine.Absence by ~Springer6
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~Trudos May 3, 2012  Student Interface Designer
So you're looking for the best of the best, eh? That's quite the bar of high standards :P
I make a point of keeping my poetry clean, and only throwing profanity into my stories if it's necessary for the character. What's it take to join?

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As long as you follow the rules and like to write that's all that matters. :D

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Sweet! That works for me then

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*BryceEllicott Apr 10, 2012  Professional Writer
I have created an Art Feature, "Poetry+Art: Early April Poetry" [link] that may be of interest to your members (one of the poems is from your group). Thanks!

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