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Belief.Belief.Belief. by *KelaLewis-Morin
I’d rather believe in something,
Rather than to believe in nothing.
Because to believe in nothing implies there is no purpose.
It implies that there is nothing below or above the earth’s surface.
It suggests that there is no advanced assistance and that our existence
Can be revoked in an instant, despite our apparent spiritual commitments.
It would mean that mankind will not be punished for all their wrong doings.
And that living a good honest life will not grant you a shoe in
To something that is not indefinitely there
And that it was us who made this world unfair.
But if you believe there is something greater in p
Intangible Tangent.Intangible Tangent.Intangible Tangent. by *KelaLewis-Morin
They say God only gives you what you can handle.
But lately I have realized that this cannot be true.
Every blow has the potential to blow out that candle.
So there is no guarantee that everyone will pull through.
What happens if you can withstand the disturbance?
Will you be constantly waiting for the next wave?
Imagine waking up knowing what lies behind the curtains.
Confined behind the undefined lines of a close shave.
Perhaps we all possess the prowess to overcome any obstruction.
But not everyone has the belief that they can persevere.
We are all victims of a much bigger incomprehensible construction
And there w
Individuality.Individuality.Individuality. by *KelaLewis-Morin
These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.
Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.
Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.
Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Col
Conceivable Conclusions.Conceivable Conclusions.Conceivable Conclusions. by *KelaLewis-Morin
Maybe we fall because we know we can
And we stall when it comes to a helping hand.
Because we refuse to accept and to understand.
That a man would be willing to aid another man,
Without some sort of under hand, profitable plan.
Maybe we project our perceptions on to others.
Quotes that emerged and persevered by our mothers.
Home truths that we go on to eventually discover.
Making it the only way we can connect with each other.
Spurring us to find like minded friends, associates and lovers.
Maybe we lie because the truth is too bitter to bear.
We are inclined to believe that others do actually care.
And that th
25/04/2013 2:35 AM.25/04/2013 2:35 AM.25/04/2013 2:35 AM. by *KelaLewis-Morin
I didn’t get the chance to say good night to her before bed.
Instead when I finished writing I planted one on her forehead.
She shudders under the covers and smothers towards me.
The blind smile on her face shows me that she really adorns me.
I place my cheek on her cheek
And my hand on her sleek physique.
My other rests on her chest to feel her heart beat.
She clasps her lips and thrusts her arm over me
As I begin thinking this feels like how it is supposed to be
And how this girl can still inspire me to write poetry.
I lean closer to stare into her fluttering eye lids.
Imagining an occupied hand crafted crib i
Human Nature.Human Nature.Human Nature. by *KelaLewis-Morin
And the ambitious achievers.
Need the realists to stop them from flying too close to the sun.
The logical idealists
And the informed defeatists.
Need the dreamers to show them how some struggles can be won.
You see I am beginning to get the gist,
Of how we all unwittingly coexist.
Neither one can ever be dismissed,
As long as the reign of mankind persists.
As one tries, the other watches.
When one flies, the other dislodge
A Shot of LoveThe whistle echoes amongst the men,A Shot of Love by ~EnchantedImagination
Each of whom are stood with paper and pen.
Clutching their letters of final goodbyes;
farewell to their families and to all the lies.
Hearts stop dead upon hearing that sound,
Then blood in their ears begins to pound.
The world around them comes to a stop,
As they prepare to go over the top.
One man sits and covers his ears,
Closes his eyes and away fly his fears.
He sees his girl in a dress that flows,
Smiling with lips the colour of a rose.
For her he is fighting, for her they will win,
Though his mind is filled with fear and sin.
Her smile is what guides him towards the light,
When all he can think ab
Portrait of my MindI lie here,Portrait of my Mind by ~EnchantedImagination
A river flowing in my eyes.
The Sun steps back to disappear,
As the moon unmasks its disguise.
The lonely stars are full of fears;
Trapped, never to be set free.
Droplets of rain their tears;
Silently they make their plea.
The sky is a pot of glitter,
Spilt over a pool of dark blue ink.
Between thoughts my mind flickers,
Into memories my mind sinks.
I watch the stars fade out,
As I lie thinking of you.
The breeze breathes life into my body
Fixing me together like glue.
Right HereI’ve tried quite a few times to try and get all of this down on paper.Right Here by ~meghancrosby87
My head seems to never want to quiet down these days, and I think it’s safe to say that’s because of you.
I would love to write you every sweet word I know, in hopes of it making you smile.
And I wish I could tell you how long I have waited for someone like you to pop up and be mine, but that all seems to cliché.
I guess what I want to tell you... is that I love how we can about anything all day and never get bored.
I love being able to call you stupid names and how you just take them with a smile.
I love waking up every morning knowing that
Footprints.I want to be quoted, I want to be seen, I want to be heard.Footprints. by *yours----truly
I want to be believed, to be admired, to be respected, to be understood.
To be contemplated, to be defended, to be thought of; I want to leave something behind.
I want to live forever in memory, I want forever to live in me.
I want eternity to hold me through the night, I want endlessness to wrap me in its warmth.
I want to exist 1000 years from now, in strangers I have only seen in my dreams.
I want to impact people, I have not yet met, who know me intimately because of my art, my expression, my words, my ideas, my vision. I want to be the inspiration for other artists, just lik
Hidden Spirit"Alone...dead...what I feel inside.Hidden Spirit by *EgyptianSilk
Tired...worn out...what my body cries.
Isolation...this has become my friend.
All of this...in a loop with no end."
Would one know this when looking at the outside shell? Even glancing inside the eyes wouldn't give a clue to tell. You wouldn't be able to tell that a world of dark is tying to kill off the light. You wouldn't be able to see a soul running away in fright. With such a facade, it's a wonder that even fake emotion comes through. But, the facade hols strong, making this "happy" emotion seem true.
Absolute darkness...has me in its grip.
Forgive MeForgive me for the pain I've put you through.Forgive Me by *EgyptianSilk
Forgive me for all the drama I've caused for you.
Forgive me for hiding away when you reached out your hand.
Forgive me for leaving you alone, in the dark, to stand.
I did not mean to hurt you this way.
I feel your pain from then to this day.
Forgive me, cherished one, for hurting your precious heart.
The one you gave freely to me that I keep next to my heart.
Forgive me for I am ever sorry.
If not today, tomorrow, or even when we're both in our fifties,
I hope that one day someday you can truly forgive me.
Why?Why? Why do you continue to love me when I can feel the pain I'm causing your heart? Why? Why are you still here when what we had fell apart? I know...I know each day I spend with him pushes you further away. I can see how your heart slowly decays. The heart you gave to me so long ago, it seems, is beating with no life. Knowing that I am the cause of what you now feel...makes me cry.Why? by *EgyptianSilk
Saying "I'm sorry" doesn't seem like enough. Actually, I don't think that anything I do will ever be enough. But, I truly am sorry for putting you through this. I'm trying to think of ways to fix it. Sometimes, I think it would be easier if communication with yo
A New LeafTaken for granted, used and like a gold mine.A New Leaf by *EgyptianSilk
She's played with like a toy to pass the time.
Unappreciated and continuously beat down,
She's in a place that can't be found.
For anyone else, a brave face is put on.
But, the only thing here is a sad song.
One may catch a glimmer of what is hidden...
A glimmer that only lasts for a second.
Then, each dull thought, each hindered emotion
Is placed in a tower to fester, decay, and become nonexistent.
Bright by brick, stone after stone
This tower climbers higher upon these bones.
Solid, black rock soon reaches it peak.
It's filled to the brim with dark disease.
In the very pit of
In my Eyesthe worldIn my Eyes by ~Shiningssky
in my eyes
is grey, there seems to be no right.
if its to other people in my opinion it would be
but its hard to tell.
and we have a few
under our umbrellas
we vowed to keep?
why do we turn? back to back?
when all we need
the storm is inside as well as out.
inside me and all round too.
the what i though, secure world
turning to deep puddles
beneath our feat
sat on the edge,
Soul SeekingBegin,Soul Seeking by ~SAASANTMTHEE
First step onward,
The journey leads
Inward and forward;
All life shall end,
Benign, it may seem,
We believe all life
Exists within a dream;
On mystic wine
Inspiration is drawn,
The first steps
As the eye
Can fool minds
With mind's eye;
The perception of all
Leads away from hope,
As forever is martyred
For mankind to cope;
Though not wise,
Few shall try
Not to placate;
She got what she deserved...My mind was corrupted by malicious jealousy;She got what she deserved... by ~wyntera7
drowned in regret, and tormented by her ecstasy.
Bitter I was, filled with pure anguish and hate,
disgusted and tortured by our analogous trait.
Lividness was ripping and wrenching at my soul;
abhorrent at the horde of lies she'd told to make you whole.
Brutally suffering in agony and despair,
I viciously sliced with envy, knowing regret he and I would share.
How mistaken and selfish I was to utilise myself,
thinking my grief was damage to him, and not anyone else.
Anxiety and tears filled the eyes of those so dear,
but they never tried to stop the pain, even though it was my fear.
Solitude isAbsence is not darkness,Solitude is by ~Penessence
only the channels between
islands of light lining streets,
a golden figure seen
from breathy steps.
Solitude is a seven-starred cape,
black pavements pass like minutes
The alleys of isolation stretch
and gape, with well-lit limits.
The Great WasteGermany could haveThe Great Waste by ~Penessence
Austria had just
posted drunken pics,
Thirty seconds ago!
So the Nazis shrank in empty clicks
Before a bluish glow.
The Allies could have
America had just
in a fit of virtual lust.
So the two only wrote on each other's walls
And typing; crumbled to dust.
Imagine the long years
of history lost,
to a whole new branch
But never mind about this.
You are hardly listening at all.
Because The Adolf Hitler:
is eating a sandwich LOL.