Pretty-ness!
This page is a little serious (sorry but it can't all be pointless and stupid). It's some pretty poems and stuff that people have written. P.S.- If you want me to type up something on here for you, just give it to me (or e-mail) and let me know if you want your name up with it. Lata.
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In That Moment
How can you try and find yourself, And where was it you were lost? Journeys of self discovery, Wasted because you won't say what you already know. You know exactly who you are, And hate the person you've become. And in that moment of realization, You know...and everybody else does too. ~Em Nichelson |
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Remember me When the autumn wind wraps you With the memories of the seasons that passed And leaves your tears wondering About the ones to come
Remember me When the tears of the stars fall Onto the silhouette of your face And drown your heart endlessly
Remember me When you hear the dying waves of the ocean At a dying sunset And fall into your own sea of regret
Remember me When your morning turns into mourning When smiles become scarce And laughter would be a forgotten myth
Remember me When you see my messages Floating on rivers everywhere And you can’t help but hear them
Remember me Remember my tears For that I will Forever … |
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Many years had departed One trailing the other Inscribed in a scroll of fate Hung by the gate of time Facing the path of the universe Heading the way of life A lantern stays Its phantom still hovers Above all the oceans Stars pray for such twinkle For such bright And why wouldn’t they? When I can hear its beauty And see its silent melodies A beat flows From its center And all the living gathers To listen To fathom But neither fully merge Into its invisible ray That guides the stars Many years had departed One trailing the other And the same eagle Sits on that mountaintop Watching that star Awaits in the day And stares all night Zephyr Carries all his cries All his tears To the glass of the lantern Where they end a long journey And bleed off the glass Into its container Then burn on its wick Many years had gone One trailing the other Inscribed on a tombstone Placed by a grave Lit by the light of the moon Whose tale is eternal Endlessly blooming |
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