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The SongbirdIt was just before he turned
nine years old
that his mother bought the boy
a soft yellow songbird.
And that songbird
every night
would sing the sweetest arias
and would melt away
the little boy's fears.

He loved that bird
and its beautiful melodies;
it was not a pet his mother had given him,
but a musician-
a listener-
a friend.

But as time wearied and withered away
(as time has tendency to do),
the boy found it harder and harder
to hear the splendid tunes
until finally
the boy could hear the bird no more.

At fifteen the boy's brain
was being ravaged by
a most monstrous cancer.
The doctors spared him his life,
but

SilenceThey say speaking is silver and silence is gold,
In some cases it might be true.
But there is also a truth that goes untold,
Even if it might be quite blue.

Silence is sometimes bad,
Not always so don't get upset.
Some things that are evil can make us go mad,
Some things that are even a threat.

Even if your enemies will make your blood boil,
The silence of your friends will be what hurts you more.
Words might hurt us, but silence can torment us.

Grief of a GhostThe light I always imagined
The transportation I have longed
Have not come of this new state
What have I done to be so wronged?

All around me has not changed
The house I always knew
And the walls the same color
The air the same hue

Yet when I lift my hand
In front of my cold face
I see right through the figure
Barely a line left to trace

As I take a step, or clench my fist
I feel my limbs as floating gossamer
My whole form is but a mist
I never imagined it would be like this
When I ceased to exist

I hear in the next room
Cries of weep and woe
Familiar cries of my mother, my f

Reaper in the ShadowsI am the dust in the gathering light,
Heard in the drop of morning rain,
Looming within the rose bud,
A speck in night's velvet wake.

I whisper louder than Zephyr,
Sing with a voice that's croaked,
You hear me beneath the screams,
Of fears Silence cloaked.

As warm as Love's confusion,
As cold as the other's heart.
The shady, cunning warrior,
Who tears the world apart.

You'll find me drowned in water,
Buried deep in desert sand.
Unseen like the wisp of vapor,
That came from no man's land.

Freed to be caged forever,
In an endless labyrinthian maze.
Where each dead end is my escape,
And waxed wings are set ablaze.

The Littlest ArtistThis life isn't easy
I weave my work
Wherever I please
But I've been run out
Place to place
Wherever I end up

I've had fans
Who I'm thankful for
Critics that ignore me
But the one thing
That I'll never understand
Are those who hate me

They see me
They destroy my work
They try to kill me
My legs are tired
I can't run
I can hide
But if they find me
I fear the thought

Is it because I'm so small?
In such a big world
Is it because I scare people?
I don't mean too

Or is it because...
...I am merely a spider

To Each Other we Meant Too MuchFor most, twenty-one is when your life is just beginning -but that is when a significant part of mine had ended....

together we ignited a spark so special. But for months one of us seemed to burn brighter than the other, and now - even at eighteen - it's as if we're too far burned for either of us to even flicker....

or too far burned to care at all. In the time that has past, I have become a drifter.

I've drifted from one relationship to the next with little to no attachment. My time spent with them is short and meaningless. It terrifies me to think that I may never find that spark with another.

It's so wretchedly dry living in this ash.

Hollowing My HeartYour fleshly home…
I  crawled  right in.

Vein and artery cradled me
Within open womb;
The origin of safety and adulation.

and so I burrowed, nestled—
excavated:
finally accepted into your heart
and bodily corners…

Where you could never
             l e a v e  me,

Where you would always
             l o v e   me.

I bound myself to you,
and became your everything.

Soul CollectorBloody murderer…
Damned soul collector…

Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies…
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss…

A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind…
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control…
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face…
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
I prom

If I blinkA blink ago I was sitting on the playground
My sunny red hair pulled into two little pigtails
With the ribbons I had begged my mother to tie into my hair
Because I didn't know how to tie a bow yet
A blink ago I was hiding behind my mother's leg
My first time experiencing something new
A brand new world, a school of new people
But it was then, when I peeked around her knee
When my big brown eyes caught sight of my first love
A blink ago I was on the playground again
When my first love told me that he liked me
I ran away screaming "Gross!"
Because I still believed boys had cooties
A blink ago…
…he held my hand

CourageEverybody will have one or multiple fears,
Some of them can bring us to tears.
Our fears will never leave us,
A fear is something we will always possess.

When we face that which we fear,
Even if it's only once a year.
We might be scared to death,
Slowly trying to get control over our breath.
Our heart is beating at a much faster pace,
We might even try to maintain a straight face.

Someone who is courageous,
Even if what that person does might be outrageous.
Is somebody who still fears like you and me,
But who still dares to be and think free.

True courage is not hiding from your fear,
But to face your fear head on, even if you'

Silence Never Suited Youliving in the dark
won't let you go blind

there's more to life than getting through

they say
there's a reason, somewhere
deep beneath the [depression,
deceit, doubt, dissonance, despair,
devastation and] dying
time-- piling up like unwanted
wreckage in waves, wasting
away at your feet

believe there's a reason, somewhere,
that was written just for you

try, it's so close to succeeding,
to remember the day
when death was something
less than a comfort
when a smile was something simple

life can't be choked down, those
thoughts weren't meant to be swallowed

you're so desperate not to be heard
quiet is a disguise for those
a

The Lady of the WoodsHe sat up, suddenly alert. He was sure he'd heard something.
Looking around, he saw nothing but shadows, caused no doubt by the pale moonlight filtering through the branches of the trees. But he'd heard something, he was certain of it; albeit little more than a whisper. He attributed it to the rustling of the dead leaves coating the frozen earth, and went back to his book.
But the leaves lay stiff and immobile, as they had all night. There had been no breeze to make them whisper.
The rough bark of the tree dug into his back, and he struggled momentarily to reposition himself. As he did, the book fell from his grasp and tumbled to the grou

Black And GoldI am not made of crystalline for my lies loom over like black carbon clouding me up. I'm not sane for I've seen things so hauntingly, horrifyingly beautiful I could go mad re-telling the tales, and have. I'm not beautiful because the definition of beauty is only an illusion of the mind, never to be reached. I'm not a silent person, only because behind those ugly lies I have so many truths to say, so many that have yet to be told aloud for fear of scorn. I don't censor myself because words can only control you when you let them, if you let them.
I'm not perfect because neither are you.

"Paint my heart golden, darling."

I'll leave it be, beca

Dear MoonNothing is worse
Than when you are new
The night is so vapid
Without that delicate light
Being cast upon us
But it's not so bad
At least, not anymore
For now i have someone
That reminds me of your allure
When you are absent from the sky
I long for your return
So maybe you'll return the favor
And remind me of her

BlindBlind

The colors themselves though they may try to disguise,
form a beautiful picture from the rainbow inside.
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide,
I'll show you each shade and I'll stay your guide.

It sounds like a melody the pen on paper,
I'll be quick to step in should your hands ever waver.
At times it's a whisper gently coaching each color,
but together were something each color a wonder.

Color, tastes like skittles,
it's not the shade outside,
but the flavor in the middle

The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers,
Soft and velvety as rough hands guide their shapes.
Tiny drops of paint are

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RuinsWe thought that it would last forever,
Praising it would never break,
Now all you see are crumbled stones
Where all past strength today seems fake.

Once our dream of glory had come true,
When this place was filled with life,
The streets were full of laughter
And the houses full of golden light.

Now where formerly we lived and loved
Time has faded all our traces,
And the earth reclaimed what once we took,
While humankind forgot our faces.

But look carefully, search with all your heart,
And you might find a trace of past:
A shard of metal, a piece of stone,
The ruin of a home that lasts.

And faded memory will be remembered,
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No DifferentWhy do you stare at me with those eyes again?
As if I had a contagious disease
You back away as I come near you,
And refuse to shake my offered hand.

What do you see in me when you stare like that?
You look at me as if I was dying,
As if I was beyond your help,
So you might as well not bother trying.

Don't think I am as good as dead!
Rather, picture me like a bird
That tried to touch the clouds, but failed,
And broke its wings as it came back home.

Think of me as a deer, full of life,
That used to roam the woods and chase its friends,
But broke its legs jumping through the trees.
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That MomentLook at me, give me your hand!
I know how unhappy you are,
You don't have to explain!
Because everyone has these moments.

That moment

When you look back at your day,
And all you can see are the shadows,
The pain you only barely survived,
And the disappointment you felt.

That moment

When you think of your existence,
And all you can see is the hatred,
Your past mistakes, still unresolved,
And the arguments you now regret.

That moment

when you look in the mirror,
And all you see are the open wounds,
The cracks in your bleeding soul,
And the tears in your eyes.

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Treasure

by ~Anna-Viktoria, Sep 14, 2012, 2:19:23 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I found a treasure on the street,
More precious than anything I ever saw.
He was hiding in the shadows,
Unnoticed by those who never look.

But I saw him, filled with light,
With a heart of gold and calming warmth.
I saw him, hiding in the darkness,
Hoping for some light to reach his eyes.

I knew what he was waiting for,
I knew how he felt, day for day,
Where hope seemed unreachable,
That boy whose life seemed worthless and dark.

I saw the surprise he felt,
When I stopped and reached towards him,
"What are you doing in that corner?
Look around, it's a bright and sunny day!"

Slowly he nodded and stood,
his large eyes finally turned towards the light,
his children's face almost too thin
to hold that rare smile, more precious than a diamond.

But as he stepped towards me
His smile wavered and died,
As doubt invaded his mind,
And happiness seemed just a dream.

"Why would you help me?
I have nothing to give."
I smiled and took his little hand,
Leaving behind the darkness he knew.

"Will you smile for me again sometime?"

Treasureby ~Anna-Viktoria

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I haven't written anything for a while, so I thought it was time to write another poem!

I hope you like it!

Here are the links to some of my other poems!
Hero: [link]
One Voice: [link]
That Moment: [link]
Invisible Child: [link]
Invincible:[link]

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~GoldenFlameNaLu Feb 2, 2013

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~NotenSMSK Dec 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wonderful! This was straightforward and well portrayed. I liked the ending especially. Very well written and executed. The last line has not only depth but quite a sweet meaning!