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learning to hear the unspokeni hear your pencil
drag atop the paper
and subtle breaths drawn.

i wonder, as i
let my mind wander
down winding paths
and through lonely fields.

trees are barren.
the frost nips at your heels
when you walk too slow.

every release from my
heavy lungs
looks like smoke.

i hesitate to speak,
afraid the words will waft away
never reaching the crook of your neck
where i want them to nest.

"i love you," is all i can muster -
never feeling it weighs enough.

i imagine a tongue
unwoven, unbound;
i pretend that my heart
is full of profound
words -
unheard by angel,
by beast.

my head is wrapped
in thick fog;
though, i fancy it with feathers
in fli
Perfection is an IllusionPerfection is an illusion
As heaven is to Earth,
A painted cloudy paradise
Inspired by human dearth.

Flawless is the pole star
Leading man to fabled land,
Still distant the Polaris
From man's conceited hand.

Yet perfection's only flaw
That it will never know,
Perfection appears resplendent
Draped in fault's shadow.

SorrowRun, run, cling to your life!
Race from the past and escape from the future,
Fly towards the setting sun…
And think only of her.

Let the rain wash away your memories,
Let the wind blow away your despair,
Let nature replace your home…
And remember her last moments.

See only her eyes, as they swim in tears,
See only her hands, dyed in blood.
Recall the day that broke your heart
And shattered your dreams.

And then, when your lungs burn,
When your eyes have no more tears to shed,
When you’ve raced destiny and battled sorrow,
Slow your pace, and calm your heart.

Turn back, to embrace your past and welcome the future,
To rel
SeptemberI don't know why,
I still break down and cry,
At times I find myself,
Wanting to shout out for help,
I want to tell you that I love you, but I don't know,
I just don't know if what we had before is possible,

I hope that you'll always remember me,
And the good times that came to be,
Forget the arguments and the fights,
Step out of the shadows and walk into the light,

Maybe one day we'll talk again,
Forgive each other for our sins,
Until then I'll hold it all in,
Because sometimes it takes two to begin,

Honestly, I just want this month to be over,
As days go by I can feel my heart grow colder,
This would've been two years togeth
Trestled ThoughtsTrestled thoughts in winter garden,
White snow lay 'pon quiet pardon,
The frost queen presides over all,
River, stream, lake and waterfall.

Misted wood where mystics play,
Weaving spells to guide the way,
Along they spread, along we follow,
And trestled thoughts may we borrow!

(Written in South West Poland, 13th Fenruary 2007)
untamedtame my untempered temperance
i tarry for your touch
tattered tawdry skin
tired of tepid tenderfoot's tendrils
timidly toils this intolerable task
time's torturing taunts
flaunt fleeting flickering
flippant flames
untamed
The Rag Man ComesThe Rag Man comes, in tatters all,
The Rag Man comes, for great and small,
The Rag Man comes, so thin an tall,
The Rag Man comes.

His hair is greasy and it's long,
he has a ragged top-hat on,
all in tatters is his suit
and full of holes is either boot.

The Rag Man comes, for you and me,
The Rag Man comes, o can you see,
The Rag Man comes, one, two, and three,
The Rag Man comes.

Look at those eyes, o how they shine,
his teeth, while black, are strong and fine,
and sharp they are, his nails are, too,
his spindly claws strike hard and true.

The Rag Man comes, quickly take flight,
The Rag Man comes, by dark of night,
The Rag Man comes, pray f
Nocturnal GardenThere far is a garden, a weeping, dead  garden
Of withered roses, snow white roses,
Forged by lightning in the womb of thunder
'Neath a bleeding crescent and shattered stars.

Wandered a child, innocent child
With green eyes, green like the meadows,
Amid white roses, beautiful roses
Beneath the crescent and silver stars.

Danced the child, danced with the lightning,
Opened its heart to the thundering white,
Opened its roses, they've stolen its roses,
The blackened crescent and broken stars.

Flied a butterfly, flied playfully by,
Passing the child, the bleeding child,
Flied upon the roses, the white, stolen roses
Beneath the crescent and blac
Solaris
i walk on porcelain clouds
  with winged sandals.

my rainbow hair is combed
by crystal butterflies,

along the skies of sapphire
   i am but a sparkling amber,

you may have seen me,
    for i travel the sky,

kissing your pastel flowers to bloom,
   tickling your beautiful rosy cheeks
      with my golden voice.

i walk on porcelain clouds
     with winged sandals.

i dance on the cerulean waves
as they serenade me with the song
               &
faithful and quietly distanti was given a belly of rocks
and each stone asks,
"plant me," so i do.
each spring blesses me with
the same stony seeds
and i thank the god of my childhood
for his faithfulness -
that i continue to dig up what i've buried;

but i wonder,
what of the blood from labor-worn fingers
and the sweat
and the lust that i've spilled each season...
where is my return on that?

and the god of my adulthood stays silently distant
while i groan along with the pebbles,
"use me?"
and i dig,

and i dig.
"use me,"
the rocks cry and i join them,
begging the dirt for kindness
and the heavens for answers the earth has swallowed and
yet to spit-up.
Moon to the sea, Sun to the treeWe are the lovers who will never meet,
At a constant search,
While i dip my head below the ocean
Yours comes up behind the mountain,
You leave your traces and tracks and i follow-
But i can not find you
I talk to my stars who all look just like you
But could never quite measure up,
And on the night of an eclipse i see you
So far away
Your light wraps around me
and my shadow is cast for all to see us
Together- oh but tragically, only for a moment;
We are torn apart by our orbit,
And we search once more,
We are the lovers who never meet,
I dip my head below the ocean
You climb up over the mountain
Moon to the sea;
Sun to the tree.
A Wake: A HaikuA flock of vultures.
Open-casket funeral.
I can't fall asleep...
TornadoDarkness, as a burial shroud, covers the green land. Bolts of pure electricity set fire to the lush nature, turning the ground into nothing but cinders. Stones of ice fall like comets, crushing the native grasses into a frozen pulp in the summer breeze. The earth rumbles as thunder crosses the plains, as the sky threatens to rip her in twain.

The wind whips and tumbles and swirls above; God's wrath cannot be undone. Torrential rains akin to the great deluge vainly heal the scorched and frozen earth; fire and ice remain. The great shroud is pierced, a great finger, from Death's hand itself, poking through the black velvet sky. The summer bree
Take the ChanceTake the Chance

The underrated heart secluded within a shell
Hungers for the components of life others are given.
Others tower above with their mighty limbs, casting down their jeer
Taking for granted what the little heart perceives as dear.
Poor minute heart,
Such banter should make you give up.
The heart, refusal conspicuous,
Perseveres for its aspiration regardless.
The components, how great they are, then encase the shell and fill the heart.
The heart fights persistently against the shell,
Liberating itself from the confinement.
The air, the delightful air, lifts its little leaves as the shell fractures...
The air and the su
My BelovedMy Beloved;

If words can keep us together, then this should mean something to you
The tides can wash away the cities, the wind can carry the world away
But nothing as long as we stand together can get in the way of us two
I promise this, each and every time the sun rises with the morning dew

There may be times where we annoy each other, cry and bicker till we pass out
There may be times where we are tested, and brought to our knees
But believe me when I say I will stay true to you, without a doubt
Every promise I've made, every smile I've felt and seen, I have not forgotten

The distance that can separate can be a huge obstacle at tim
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Never Ending Cycle

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Grey in grey they rush along,
Hopeless, lifeless, old and worn.
And cowering in the corners sit
The poorest of the poorest.

They had no light, no hope, no future,
When suddenly out of the shadows
A lonely voice, soft but stubborn
Begins and new, inspiring song:

Colour fades and flowers die,
They won't re-bloom much as you try.
Forget the old, embrace the new,
And join me in my cheerful tune!

Ignored, unheard the song begins,
But confident it stays,
Singing softly, singing on,
Until another voice joins in.

See the light I will create,
A world of laughter, free of hate!
Join my song and share my desire,
Spread this song as fast as fire!

The movement spreads, the voices grow,
And soon in every shadow dark
The tune is sung and kept alive
And still more voices join the choir.

Old is old and soon forgotten,
This system to the core is rotten!
We want change and want it fast,
Come join us, or this pain will last!

And finally the change begins,
The fire spreads, brings light and warmth,
As poor grows rich, dark gets light,
And desperation turns to confidence.

Follow me and hear my command,
For I will take over this land!
I promise I'll be good and fair,
Everyone will get their share!

The rhythm quickens, faster, stronger,
Soon in every street it screams,
Words of laughter long forgotten,
Hatred rules in every corner.


And in midst this chaos is born
A new voice, a new tune, a new hope,
Soft and quiet, yet to be heard,
But confident and full of passion.

Look what happened, see the despair
that anger brought with hateful glare.
Learn from the past, reach for tomorrow!
Follow me to a world without sorrow…
:iconanna-viktoria:
There's a German saying: "vom Regen in die Traufe". Translated ti means "from the rain into the drought". So that's where the idea for this came from: they're moving from one extreme to the next.

Hope you like it! :D

Here's some links to some of my other poems:
Addiction: [link]
Treasure: [link]
Invincible: [link]
Masks: [link]
One Voice: [link]
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~JunozPP Dec 28, 2012
Beautifully written, a very strong concept overall. Much impressed :)
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~Anna-Viktoria Dec 29, 2012
Thanks! :hug:
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*SovereignSin Dec 28, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Wonderfully written with a beautiful rhyme scheme. This was a pleasure to read!
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~Anna-Viktoria Dec 28, 2012
Thank you so much! :hug: I'm glad you liked it! :D
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