Night BecomesOurDearest FriendNight Becomes Our Dearest FriendNight BecomesOurDearest Friend
There is a place where dreaming ends, And night becomes our dearest friend, And when desire turns to self, And where a wish will never help, And all the while you're free to call, To questions that intrigue us all. Let's leave this place that life calls black, Our hearts like stones that grow so cold, The hurts that wound to show our lack, And talk to answers while we're told, Just look to life and not your back, A bright white place for those so bold. Yes, there's a place where dreaming ends, &n
The Poet - the poemThe PoetThe Poet - the poem
As I learned to give lead
To the still small voice
Who works in the silence
Of coincidence
And circumstance,
My reason failed.
Thus, taken by shadow
I spoke with spirits.
Feelings not mine.
Yet all the more real
Because they were not.
Speaking, speaking.
Through my fingers,
Laughing, weeping,
I am led.
To words,
I am wed.
© 2008 ~
I am the former administrator for ~poetic-forms. I could not get in touch with the last person in charge of the club, so I decided to just start another called ~versebyverse. I wanted to personally invite you to join. All you need to do is devWatch the group. It will be set up very similar to how I set up poetic-forms, and I hope you'll be part of getting this off the ground!
If you have any questions, please let me know.
Thanks,
~pamelaski
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Allah’ın, meleklerin ve bütün insanların lâneti israilin üzerine olsun
Via
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I'm dancing in the shadows of life and death is all around me tonight......
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Be inspired: *simplypoetry and *simplyprose.
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"So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me...everday."
-The Notebook
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My pleasure was in appreciating your work. Thank you.
gonzodave
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