[Etherea]

Bad News

The news struck them down where they stood,
Rocked the earth for the few who knew it,
Ripping open the hearts of those who cared,
Lay bare all the pain and hurt locked inside.
The news struck like a phantom poison,
Infiltrating those who came into contact,
Shattering worlds, breaking minds,
There's no escaping the spindly tendrils.
Those left behind to question and wonder,
Will never hold the truths in hand,
Only stories with which to settle,
But at least memories will still prosper.



The monster strikes when you least
expect it,
dropping hints like candy,
leading you to the next conclusion
ever so s l o w l y,
a shadow of a foreshadow,
a glimpse of what's to come.
Words that leave you teetering on the e

d

g

e,

pulling you down into the depths.
The abyss calls out like a longing lover,
Whispering your name.
Don't follow it down, it will steal your heart,
Like a thief in the night,
a sorrowful, lonely temptress,
she will only deal you harm.
Her sweet words soothe like a blanket,
{cut like a knife to the back}
Smothering you into submission until the pain
stops.

[violetta]

this- is a brilliant piece of writing except for the feeling of someone that just stepped slam down on my chest violetta, i hope this poem is very..very old :[

retarded times i tell you, retarded times.. hehe..embarrassing too.

[violetta]

this is about me: or enfj's in general:

Inside-out

Sentimental not romantic
Empathetic not sympathetic

A struggling Calm

A composed Disaster

Don't dare me, I'll do it

I swear.

An iron flower

A bleeding barefoot

maiden, laughing.

Glasses and books

rules and deadlines.

I think of you fondly

but won't call you back.

Distracted and Distracting

Selfishly selfless
reluctant martyr.

A self-consciously

arrogant, naif

This was beautiful..(first time i feel bothered enough to put a smiley)

[cinnabon]

This was beautiful..(first time i feel bothered enough to put a smiley)

!!!! believe me violetta, i couldn't believe my eyes either..tis a beautiful change indeed

[violetta]

Bored and blank but inspired.
Plugged in without a wire.
I could do wonders, she thought to herself.
but hell, there's something wrong.

A chef sliced down day after day
purple days with many rings
but he did it too fast;
a sharpened knife came down
a hundred times a second.
The days, heaped on one side.
Each one like the other.

The tears welled up and fell down,
from the little girl's eyes, which were watching.
She tried to turn away, but she couldn't.
She had to watch the days pass by.
Try as she might, she couldn't change the days,
but she had to watch the days pass by.

[shampoo]

Bored and blank but inspired.
Plugged in without a wire.
I could do wonders, she thought to herself.
but hell, there's something wrong.

A chef sliced down day after day
purple days with many rings
but he did it too fast;
a sharpened knife came down
a hundred times a second.
The days, heaped on one side.
Each one like the other.

The tears welled up and fell down,
from the little girl's eyes, which were watching.
She tried to turn away, but she couldn't.
She had to watch the days pass by.
Try as she might, she couldn't change the days,
but she had to watch the days pass by.

i dunno what to say. this is sad but very very VERY beautifullllll! switch your eyes to slow motion, so you can enjoy watching every slice thats being cut. lets replace the chefs weapon with a butter knife, and taadaa! Lord, help my child, make these days fun, please please, pretty please!
*HUGS*
if you want i can beat this chef up for ya! waddi marasun.

[violetta]

Every now and then, a waterfall seems to flow
from your heart and
into your body.
And it flows with such grace,
that you look down at your palms
and your fingertips,
because you have a hard time deciding what you should name
the deep heavenliness that engrosses you.
'They will think I've gone mad,' you think,
'if I believe this to be the freeing of a magical potion, that till now had been locked away
somewhere inside.
They will call me lovesick, or melancholic,
but they can call me what they will,
for I myself don't know what to call it..'
And then you believe it's a sign,
foretelling of rapture, an unparalleled internal joy,
or maybe a reward,
for a deed done subconsciously.
A deed you seem to have forgotten,
but one that itself cannot forget.
Maybe it's inspiration,
calling you to a sun-kissed destiny,
a path not yet taken,
awaiting one true traveller,
or then again,
maybe you really have gone mad.
And with that,
you slide your hands deep down into the familiar warmth
of your pockets,
away from the hopeful inquisition of your eyes,
and you look far off into a scenic landscape, a smile dressing your lips
as the waterfall pours out
and away.

[shampoo]

OMYGooooooooooood!!i can feel the emotions pouring out of the wordsss!! Stay as happy *happy tears*

[triplespresso]

on this day, the day of my birth, plus 37 years
I wear the blue of 85 degrees and urine lined underground
nails drip with the color of absinthe and too much water
My toes try to escape the cliche black slip ons
the little girl whines "where is my food?"
As the sun paints my back red I think maybe she or it
have faded the black smudge of 19 a bit off my back
Just as childish hope and idealism has faded away
And then I think maybe I can reapply them
like in a cream or paste
to quench my parched skin, dry from reality.
But will this tincture placed just so protect me,
save me?
no.
Safe or saved falsifies, a self perpetuating lie.
Death will come... regardless, eventually, in time,
sometimes too soon, sometimes not soon enough.
But today I am here,
I am 37,
I have loved and been loved,
so that will be enough. It must be enough.
That... and turkish coffee. ;)

[WanderingLucid]

I don't have titles for these, but meh. :)

Why do you keep hounding me?
Too kind, I find I can't help
But let you keep surrounding me.
You can sense that I keep changing,
I can't stop it, I keep growing,
You fear that you don't know me,
That I'm hiding, never showing,
Never trusting that I'm not lying,
Always fearing what I'm not saying.
I can't help if you can't really see,
Quit building me up and look,
Only then will you see the real me.
Until you're ready, you will never know
Why there are parts I can't show.

I really like this one. Very apropo to a certain few people in my life.