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Sadly AloneLoneliness and sorrow were sitting at the park
When sorrow noticed it started getting dark
So he leaned down to lonileness and he said
"I'm going to go home, and cry in my bed"

Loneliness shook her head, and whispered a plea
"Just a little longer, would you stay here with me?"
With that said, sorrow wouldn't leave just yet
They both sat and watched as the sun began to set

Then loneliness said, in a cheerful tone
"when you are with me I'm not so alone"
Sorrow laughed gently and said with pure glee
"when we are together you make me happy"

So happiness and friendship sat at the park
After the night became very dark
They spoke with each other

Forgetful MeI've forgotten who I am
Like a shadow in the night
Lost in an ocean of darkness
Until someone shines the light

Can you please help me search?
For a forgotten past
I long to be myself again
This is happening all too fast

I've forgotten who I am
Like a light in a deep mist
I’m too far out of reach
Yet I’m still within your midst

Can you please rescue me?
Bring back life to a dead mind
The doctors say it's all over
We're running out of time

I've forgotten who I am
Or how you used to feel
Your touch is now replaced
With a pain that's all too real

Can you please help me remember?
Tell me how, why or when
Then I can finally be at p

Purest CrimeI have a diamond in a box
It sits in a safe that's tightly locked
In darkness its beauty is forever sealed
Its gleaming features never revealed

Crooks and thieves that crave its wealth
Have tried to steal it with their stealth
Failure follows them every time
Death is the penalty for this crime

Often times, to make them feel shame
I have them participate in a little game
They bet their souls like poker chips
Completely aware of what's at risk

If they win, I will hold up my side of the deal
And give them what they came to steal
But if their game results in loss
Their souls are placed inside my box

The diamond inside is not of ca

Fish

Under the glow of a boiling moon
A secret is told in grief
Of a spirit who sings a horrid tune
Who swims the southern reef

She has a gift that can heal the sick
And bring the dead back
So I search for her in a sad pursuit
To ask for the soul I lack

Getting along in my rusty canoe
I heard her echoing call
And turned to find her scaly body
Standing fifty meters tall

She raised a massive blade sharp fin
And sliced my boat down
Which sent me skidding into the water
Below the dark seas crown

I surfaced to see her struck out
Not a single harpoon amiss
And in an instant her massive body
Changed back into a fish

Her small pearly s

MessEverywhere I go
Every single place
The troubles seem to grow
Every smiling face
Eventually frowns with woe

Why can't I do
Anything right
I just screw
Up everything despite
The happiness I try to spew

Is it me
Am I the source of this ache
Does the pain flow free
Is this what I make
People be?

Should I go away and hide
Never to see others
Or the outside
But would I stop another's
Pain and be the only one that ever cried

What is a life with no grey
When everyone is sad
I'd give it all away
It wouldn't be that bad
I would finally be able to say

I saved a life

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You lay down resisting tides, in the woe of night
We believe you are the fallen body of earths child
The frozen flesh protecting forbidden fruit

Your glow, sickly, dim upon grieving faces
All of which shroud your light, smothering you with sleep
Yet in distance you still see, the ocean swells in lumps
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A floating canvas where we write out legends, revealing marble claws
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we ask for a path to the past

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by ~No-Face181, Jan 3, 2013, 3:34:52 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

I used to be a nobody
Trapped inside a cage

I was tested on for hours
Knifes, needles and plagues

My number was 398
I had no actual name

The white coats called me rat
I guess it's all the same

I didn't know what a hug was
I had never felt a kiss

I was always so alone
With nothing to ever miss

Until one day I sought escape
I knew what I must do

I'd travel beyond my plastic case
And find a life anew

When I finally got out
Stepped on the ledge

I found out that the world
Unlike my cage, had no edge

The endless freedom and beauty
Was such a sight to see

And finally I knew
What it was like to be free

While out on my adventure
I saw so many new things

I learned to live a little
I learned to spread my wings

and when the day was over
The sun began to set

I knew this would be a day
I would never forget

But suddenly I awoke!
Back inside my trap

My dreams tricked me again
I felt like such a sap

As tears welted in my eyes
There was only one thing I knew

I promised myself I'd get out
And make my dreams come true