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*the title comes fromt he killers song.

Off-topic, sorry...but I loved the music video for When You Were Young!!! It was shot on location in Mexico. Big GrinBig Grin

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Hi. Im new and I figured I'd break the ice with something I call poetry. And there you have it, just a small collection of myself on paper.

Accompanied

Sailing over plains of gold amongst the midnight blue.

Sailing on a ship, a ship of dreams I've drew.

A ship of ships a grand ol' ship, this ship will get me to.

This ship of ships will do daring dips, dips in clouds of striking blue.

It's a treasure I've seemed to seek, but not of one of gold.

It has no jewels or shiny things, but of others I am told.

This treasure seems to be one of dreams held by very many.

It's a girl I will seek to love, and love in front of many.

A walking doll that stands so tall, a doll of true devotion.

Aboard the ship and midnight blue, we'll sail across the ocean.

Silky strands of precious hair worth their weight in gold.

A fierce pale face that lights the sky, like ten lanterns burning bold.

A pure necessity of sailing ships, across the midnight blue.

To sail this ship accompanied, and the very ocean true.

Sailing over plains of gold amongst the midnight blue.

Sailing on a ship, a ship of dreams we've drew.

I have sought and found while sailing ocean bound, my dreams amazingly came true.

To sail with you across the ocean, amongst the midnight blue.

Adoration

You seem to resemble the sun, radiant and attractive.

Fierce, yet subtle.

Something others neglect and few seldom realize.

It's as if I'm that single flower that dreams of the sun, unaware of my own worth.

I look upon you with great adoration, while others only notice you when you're gone.

Half Empty

It's the day my heart bursts with dreams of spring that I long for.

A bards place taken by birds and many.

Inviting flowers and soft sweet smells.

I long of the simple pleasures daylight brings.

The playfull wind upon the grass.

The tingling sensation living gives.

You've seemed to leave me with an undefinable feeling,

something like frost felt cheeks in a winter wind.

It's left me half empty and something pessimistic.

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Originally posted by rosa_de_oro:

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Originally posted by PerksOfAWallflower:

*the title comes fromt he killers song.

Off-topic, sorry...but I loved the music video for When You Were Young!!! It was shot on location in Mexico. Big GrinBig Grin

i loved it too! it was so cool! think hispanic features are so gorgeous, that girl was so pretty!

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Don't really have a title for this old poem. I believe I wrote this at around 2 am a few years back - just flew out of my mind.

The sky is tinged with purples and oranges.

The blood sun lazily rises from his slumber,

while the pale moon swiftly exits from view.

The crickets are still chirping.

A slight fog is prodded along by

the ever gentle, the ever knowing wind.

As the dew slides down the blade of grass,

a rainbow of light is reflected for the world.

My breath escapes from my body

in a whirling ghost-like madness.

The solitary rumble of an automobile

strikes the ears and assaults the eyes

as it lumbers off with its prisoner.

The streetlights extinguish their luminescent gaze.

Houses shrug off their slumber

as they reawake for their tasks -

to provide the beings inside with life.

Off in the distance, a doe disappears into the foliage,

her cotton white tail in view only for a second.

The numbing cold is kissing my nose, my ears, my eyes, my hands.

A dog barks in the distance and falls silent.

The chirping of birds

can now be heard.

They rustle from tree to tree.

The popcorn white clouds

can now be seen.

It is morning.

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i hope you dont dislike it.

Cheap Imitation

Your new shoes rub your skin raw with blisters,

But you dont take them off

They make you look what the world calls cool.

But the sad realization : you are a cheap imitation of THEM,

you are always one, no matter how hard you try.

The shoes are dirty and used.

They have scratches and scuffs.

They are dirty and worn down.

You got rid of them. Your tired of them.

You take my hands.

You tell me you love me

You promise me happiness

You promise me love

You consume my bottomless heart,

like a price-less buffet.

Wearing down my heart mind and soul.

You dance around the gargantuan fact,

The fact with evil eyes and razor sharp teeth made to kill.

You are tired of me.

I am not new.

You rid of me.

Am i just a pair of shoes to you?

The beast strikes my heart.

Whispering in our ears;

This was just a cheap imitation of love,

No matter how hard we tried.

You are a fake.

well.. any feedback? i might edit it and make it into a rhyming format... hmmm.....

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Summer Nights

The first time that I saw her, she was dancing on the beach

Poetry in motion

But she seems so out of reach

I wish I could tell her

What she means to me

I wish I could tell her

On this sunless scene

So suddenly she grasped my hand

And led the way through the moonlit sand

My heart seemed as if it turned to a sudden beat

And it was as if our souls could meet

It's as if it's meant to be

purple skies and mellow breeze

Summer nights and sky-less lights

It's how its meant to be

As if its meant to be

Just to say that I love you

Would mean all the world to me

Just to say I love you

would mean all the world to me

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Rainbows and Butterflies

rainbows and butterflies and ten dollar bills

thrill spilling liquids and two dollar pills

oh how these rainbows and butterflies horribly abuse

leaving nothing but the brain-dead and unwanted misused

some people stood as beacons of hope

but out the door they fled with all their wool coats

this tragedy is not fiction but one of pure fact

this same scenario has thrown thousands off track

screaming and crying heard all through the day

to keep these rainbows and butterflies away

it's not what it seems, you've got it all wrong

this isn't a musical or trendy new song

if there's one way to describe it, it would be simple and short

it would be a dark and lonely fairytale of all the sort

some say she's wrong some say she's right

but all these decisions of course come pre-flight

one simply won't understand until you walk hand by hand

it's not for the love but for the everlasting demand

it devastates lives of all shapes and sizes

and seems to give selected famlies a handful of surprises

it darkens days and horrifies dreams

turns reality and warps your mind

just to get your rainbows and butterflies on time

this sounds like a dream but you got it all wrong

for many crave rainbows and butterflies all day long

it's not what it seems so don't turn your eyes

for it effects the ever so common you and I.

as for these liquids one can tell

that they're not as fast but can also bring great hell

for violence and rage tend to follow

they can make any man hateful and hollow

they come in all different shapes and sizes

from pink to yellow to blue to brown and black

all of these in varied hue!

they stood and watched as she took her time to play

they knew it would only end in a very dreadful way

these rainbows and butterflies and two dollar pills

don't bring happiness but only shrieks and shrills

time seemed to be tumbling, better yet sprinting right by

all her hopes and happiness seeped right through her fear stricken eyes

as they stood and watched the hands of the clock slowly creep by

they then finally figured out that all this sideshow really wanted

was rainbows and butterflies to get by

It seems quite terrible how they pay their respects

when they knew their actions were simply no where near direct

pointing fingers and throwing the blame

made them all lower their heads in thick guilty shame

she soon found herself in an eternal rest

six feet down with a mound of cold damp earth on her chest

many people simply didn't mourn

for they knew that from all these rainbows and butterflies

her life had been torn

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