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When Love Finds YouI was an only child.

That is probably why I spent so much of my childhood reading story books, writing mini-stories, and watching episode after episode of "Winnie-the-Pooh". I dreamt regularly of hopping on half-sunken logs with Pooh, Tigger, and Roo in search of the "hunny pot"-snatching Heffalumps in the Hundred Acre Woods. I wrote story after story about magical pencils that could turn drawings into real-life objects or beings and about secret agents jumping from one building rooftop to rooftop in pursuit of an evil mastermind.

Maybe another reason why I developed a taste for such activities is because you didn't need anyone else to do t
YoursI want nothing in return,
princess,
merely the aching of your touch.

I want nothing in return,
but just to be with you.
To hear you sing,
and see you smile,
and watch you laugh,
watch the wrinkles in your nose.

I want nothing in return,
but your presence,
love,
your simple, sweet
and wonderful love.

All that I am,
all that I do,
my life, soul,
body and mind.
All is yours,
sweet love.
SilenceThe silence!
I can't
                            breathe
in the silence...

Silence has surrounded me--
It's locked around without a key.
I need sound to survive today.
Somehow I must find a way!

Take away this misery...
Someone has to have the key!
Somehow this must find an end
Somewhere I have found a friend

But sweet relief has some too late
And now they're left to contemplate
About the days I could have had
And everything they should have said

Silence...
Was the death of me…
EpitaphWalking in the dead of night
Almost apprehensive of the sky
Stars sparkle in the black expanse
Black clouds go rolling by

As a cool breeze falls upon him
So too does a notion
That life is brief and fleeting
Like a wave upon the ocean

Then he must stand tall
Look the world in the eye
Master his own destiny
Not dwell on how or why

For this is not a dress rehearsal
He shall only have one shot
To make his mark forever
With the best that he has got

And if his best amounts to nothing
At least he will have tried
And that shall be his epitaph
After he has died
A Life Lesson on How to Livei.

Learn how to hear when there is no sound. Listen to the last heartbeats of a dead man, for they will tell you how to hold on, and how to let go, but you are the only one that can choose between the two. Hear the sorrow of a silent criminal at a confessional, because it can tell you where the line is and how to cross, but it's up to you to decide if you want to or not. Listen to the chemistry between two lovers and you will learn how to appreciate the love in everything people do.

ii.

Uncover how to see in the darkness, because it's a whole lot more important than anyone ever expects. Look at the hues of red in the night sky and the neon
r.a.i.n.r.a.i.n.i
[finally]
changed all my plants
to cacti.
now they won't die
if i forget
to care for them
too.
salmon runi am salmon.

it's been 8 years since i've
been back home and i can
see him on my doorstep-
death is on my doorstep
and i should be scared.

goddamn
i am scared but this is
bigger than the me,
its more than just memory-
its instinct.
you can feel it in the water
hear it in the rush,
in the thousand battle
cries pushing against
this current,
calling me home.

for years this water has
leased me life; my mother
and god
and everything in between.

This is the season where she takes
it all back, where life and death
flow into one, and my
time for the final battle
upstream has come--
i'm fighting death to find him.

Sw
MigrationI.

Around here
when mornings break
they shatter,

sun turning
frost to watery
October raindrops

that water
the last brittle,
blushing chrysanthemums.

I wonder
if tulips can
hear prayers,

if wishes
can hurry Spring's
first breath.

II.

Around here
when nights fall
they plummet.

Frost spreads
spiderweb fingers that
cover pumpkins

that should
have been collected
weeks ago.

I wonder
if birds will
ever share

their secret,
the time to
fly south.
Music to My Ears
Your voice is like music to my ears
Your voice is the most beautiful chord.
It's so beautiful that it brings me to tears.

Your voice is something I hold so dear
It's something that I will always pine for.
Your voice is like music to my ears.

I could listen to your voice for years
And I know that I would never get bored.
It's so beautiful that it brings me to tears.

Your voice is such a delight to hear
It leaves me constantly craving for more.
Your voice is like music to my ears.

And your voice assuages all of my fears
It's so calming down right to the core.
It's so beautiful that it brings me to tears.

Your voice makes my life
love like a cobweb caressi think my medulla and cerebrum
became secret lovers and ran away
together, entwining in a butterflies
dance and working their way down
my ribcage until they could finally
slip out of their marrow-coated
prison bars.

they say medulla was as beautiful
as the greek constellations and
northern lights, with iridescent
fractured eyes and champagne
tinted locks that were kissed
by the stars themselves.

and cerebrum, oh cerebrum,
he was as handsome as a
forest fire, scalding eyes with
half moon pupils as erotic as
the volcano inflamed words
that slipped off of his tongue.

they fell in love with each others
scars rather than th
waitinghe spends his days chasing seagulls and singing to the songs in his headphones. he dances when he should be working and works when he should be laughing, but his eyes are the same shade as his hair in the morning and he knows who he is. he knows that rain is cliched but he doesn't want it for love or dancing or sorrow, he wants it for the way it flattens the clothes to his skin and the way it makes the leaves vibrant against withered clouds. he thinks in poetry and dreams in black and white, but he speaks of hope even though he knows how messed up the world is. he is still waiting for his second chance; he is still waiting for a reason; he is
blue and gold are not just colorsshe had been blue-sighted
since
dawn cracked her forehead.
it was the dress she wore on his funeral
the color of her school flag
the shine in her father's eyes;
she waited in blue and gold.

no, she refused to set a bar
because
life didn't just come to her.
she earned her place
in her mother's womb
when each blood vessel questioned her
each nerve ending, if she could live
and each antibody, if she was worth it.

see, she doesn't need new dresses.
she has a memory
for each of hers in her locked closet.
she may not wear all of them
(and most she cringes at the sight of)
but her heart
jumps enough
every time bits of her old
for you.If you;
have ever been l o s t, damaged, (heart)broken, vulnerable, unloved, unwanted, unneeded.

If you;
have ever lay on the cold ground and let the solid surface dig into your skull, graze your ankles and induce sh-shivers to see if you still
r e a l l y feel.

If you;
have ever stood in the heavy, pouring rain hoping that as it soaks you to the bone and cleanses your pores, maybe it will wash away everything about you too, giving you a fresh start.

If you;
have ever slipped under the duvet, swallowed the lump in your throat and squeezed your eyes shut praying that once you drift into your deep slumber, you will never wake up.

Thi
kaleidoscope.Even though it is said that the human eye can see about 16.8 million different colors, we're all pretty much color blind in the end.

Today, I am blue, and you are red; today the fear begins again.
The sky is a milky white and your eyes are an empty grey, but you somehow still manage a smile: this is the first thing I notice. The second is that your shoes are untied, then that your gaze seems unfocused, then that your hair is a disaster, then that your voice sounds like rain – and I hate rain.
You catch my stare.
I turn away because I am afraid.
You are uncertainty and unpredictability, and for this, I hate you; the unexpected is a d
...his rose...If only I could swell like this
Milk and honeyed threads of beauty
Interlacing his hopes of passion and future

But this fairy tale is forgotten
and is encapsulated in the hardened dust of pearls
It does not shimmer
It fades…

It does not cry for wounds to be swallowed
but lies hidden in the shyness of age
struggling with the crippled breath of a stranger
unknown to me

I quiver youth
beneath the sand-papered stars
beneath the razor-edged tendrils of the sun

yet I stay
though I do not want to be afraid

For Icarus is above me
and I cannot see where it is
that my imperfect heart beats

Spiraling into the darkness
Into the
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BloodLifeless, drey, and gry.
My world is
      spi
r
             aling.
The rain
p
o
u
r
s
out of every place;
the sky;
the trees;
my eyes;
my heart;
everywhere.

I sit on bench--
the only place of
color
in my life.

Red...
bright red.
Blood red.
PainI can see the pain
on the faces of those I love
    the hurt and the suffering

I can feel their anguish
as I wish that I could take it
     away and  hold it as my own

I can hear the tremble
in their voice as they talk
     and i wish that it was me instead of them
DreamI dream of you...
   my dear friend
the day that we will
 finally
     meet [see your face]
Wide OpenKeep your eyes wide open.
     [beauty is all around you]
You don't want to miss out!
     [and you should take it all in]
Don't shut your heart out
     [dont want to miss a thing]
and close your eyes to the wonders
     [find a reason to smile]

We were little, playing soldiers
      [back when it was all pretend]
but now the battle rages on all around us
      [friends are sent away]
and there isn't anything we can do
      [we try to hold on...hold so hard]
So we must keep our eyes open
      [sometimes we have to lose to gain]

Keep your eyes wide open.
      [beauty is all around you]
You don't want to miss out!
All The Little ThingsIt's the little things in life
that make the world go round;
that whisper in our ears
that oh so perfect sound.

It's the smile of a brother
as he shakes you from your sleep.
That smile so captivating...
You're heart he'll always keep.

It's the pain in your fingers
from playing guitar for hours;
The sting that brings pleasure
and never leaves you sour.

It's the little things in life
that make the world go round;
that whisper in our ears
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It's the morning rise of the sun
as it lights the sky on fire.
It reminds you of the life inside
and the dreams you want to aspire.

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Thank You To The Soldier

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Thank you to the soldier
that's gone away to war.
Thank you to the soldier
knowing what to fight for.

Thank you to the soldier
that serves beneath our flag.
Thank you to the soldier--
You possess courage I'll never have.

Thank you to the soldier;
a life forever changed.
Thank you to the soldier
who didn't come home the same.

Thank you to the soldier
that never saw the battlefield.
Thank you to the soldier;
a sacrifice forever real.

Thank you to the solider
that never made it home.
Thank you to the soldier...
who knows there's more to come.
:iconisabellaswancullen:
Thank you, Dad. Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Pop-pop. Thank you, Travis. Thank you, Jamie. Thank you, Brian. :heart:

The Veterans and current enlisted are the reasons we have the freedoms that we do. They deserve that recognition. They defend our rights and our safety every single day.

Written Nov 12, 2010.
Edited Nov 11, 2012.
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*cee69 Nov 17, 2012  Student Writer
I've already read through the comments, since I don't want to repeat what's already said. So, I see people either love it, or hate it.
Now, I'm not going either way, because it's a poem. They express feelings and feelings are never right or wrong. They just are.

The titel is clear, perhaps even to clear. Everybody who doesn't like war-related themes won't read it, but this might have been intentional.

The theme of the poem is pretty clear too, you are thanking the soldiers who fight for 'your' country. I like it that you keep it universal, not favoring any one country.

There is also a certain mantra in the sentences. However, not all sentences fall within the mantra like this one:
You possess courage I'll never have.
It has another rhythm then the other lines. If you read it out loud I'm sure you can hear it too.

Personally, I'm also missing a climax. You could shorten this to only 4 lines or extend it to 40, and still have the same effect.

I hope this helps you in the future :)
~cee
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!xxAce-Pilotxx Nov 12, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
So true, very good poem
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~isabellaswancullen Nov 12, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you
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~BunnyFroofroo Nov 12, 2012
Absolutely perfect for today. :tighthug:
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~isabellaswancullen Nov 12, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you. :heart:
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~BunnyFroofroo Nov 12, 2012
You're very welcome! :tighthug:
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~EricDaneislovex3 Nov 12, 2012
Love this will be favoriting <3
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~isabellaswancullen Nov 12, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you so much
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~EricDaneislovex3 Nov 12, 2012
Your welcome (:
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`The-Lantiis Nov 11, 2012   Photographer
Beautiful!
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