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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.

  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


 

 

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 …


 

 

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