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My true familyFamily?
What does that word mean?
Is it who your biologically related too?
Is the people who helped raise you?
Or is the people that made you become you?

We all have family even if their not there
We all have friends even if they don't seem to care
We all need happiness and for life to be fair
But is it family that gets us there?
Or is it the friends who never seem to care?

Family as it is defined means little to me
Because my biological family never wanted me
So family to me never gave me what i need
but the people in Sheffield
Who gave me what i need
Are my true family

Los Amores de Nuestras Vidas Cap 16"Todos a la Nieve".

Las chicas se fueron a su casa & los chicos igual. Después se juntarían en el centro para poder arrendar una camioneta 4x4 & alguien que los llevase, aunque

Brick supiera conducir, preferían no correr el riego de morir. Los seis llegaron casi al mismo tiempo al lugar de encuentro. Bubbles & Boomer venían vestidos

completamente de blanco, Bubbles llevaba una gran maleta. Brick & Blossom también llevaban grandes maletas, como si se fueran a quedar por días. Los verdes

solo llevaban equipo de esquí.

.- ¿Por que tantas cosas? .- Pregunto Buttercup

.- Solo vamos por

Wisdom's daughter

Born of wisdom and war
Athena’s daughter
hair of gold and storm-grey eyes
behind which great strenght lies
in her beauty and knowledge unite
strategy and architecture her delight
her sharp tongue, her cunning mind
her wit, always highly tuned
they’re her weapons on her quests
helping her through trials and tests
a child haunted by prophecies
with a life as stormy as the seas
through mazes, across the land
her quests send her around
finally becoming the architect of Olympus
to restore the home oft he gods
but in the very end
as was long ago prophecied
wisdom’s daughter walks alone
following the Mark of Athena, burning in Rom

IdentifyIdentify?!

My Hours streched liked the nights sky.
Memory, runs its fingers through my hair;
A welcome pain over throws this body,
My sorrows lasting effect!

The past feeds my growing darkness.
I will for it to change me;
To feel it work upon my mind.
To create something, wholly original.

Secrets burn inside me, like coals.
I know I can never let go of;
A piece of me which can't be seperate.
It threatens to finish my existence.

Striving to mergre two personas;
The cliche' of light and dark.
I ask a single question;
With whom should I, Identify?!

To argo soneto Περνούν οι αχτίδες του φεγγαριού και περιμένεις να σε πάρουν -
γιατί ο Ήλιος στη νύχτα δεν είναι παρά ένα φεγγάρι
και αρ&ga

La couer de la merTears rolling over my cheeks,
that day still in my head.
It touched my heart, from the beginning to the end.
The sea did not have mercy on them,
and many mistakes have been made.
Now they are in heaven looking down on us.
They are the hearts of the sea and we shall never forget them.
And still, she sails in all her glory,
dead like her passengers but still going.
Always onwards forevermore,
and through the seven seas.
For the Titanic lives on.

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RedPassionate and affective
Semtiments clear as the day
Flaring up in an instant
And now you are on your way

I throw the glass at your dress
Fuschia and rosé mingle
Back in a blink; throw a slap
Which at once starts to tingle

Burning hate still evident
As your hands lean on your hips
Tilting your head, such a view
Rosy cheeks and scarlet lips

Anger flows in both our veins
Boiling our blood as we shout
All our loathing; go on, leave!
Not betraying any doubt

We should divide, but both stay
I won't tell you that I rue
Or that I am sorry for
Everything I put you through

Magenta nails draw a line
Across my face; you won't flee
Fighting to the ve

Something wrong (with my body)I feel that something
Is not quite alright
But despite how I try
I can't find the site

There's so much already
That's not all that well
I guess it could be my feet
I can't really tell

I've forgotten what it's like
To walk without limping
And my toes are so battered
They may well be crimping

My back? Well, maybe
Though I'm not sure
If it could withstand
With more to endure

But perhaps it's my hands
There is so much blood
From the cuts and the scratches
They're concealed by the flood

Mayhaps it's inside me
I should get it checked
Before my whole system
Is utterly wrecked

Now let's wait a minute;
It could be my head
A little more mess ther

Nocturnal LightRising up to join her friends, in the sky
Those few hours every night, looking down
Hiding behind the clouds, a little shy
Quietly venturing towards my town

Illuminating my face, enchanting me
Entrancing me, with her apparition
Approaching, tranquil and pale, lets me see
As I walk forth, by my own volition

Can we share the night, and only it?
Or will she clasp me, in eternal sleep?
I'm recultant to leave, I must admit
And when she departs, I fear I might weep

Fair maiden, please return another night
So I once more can join you in your flight

Ask me thisAsk me this
Straight to my face
Kind little miss

Must you look away from me?
Eluding everything you see

Terror engulfs you fair visage
Hardly something I would wish
Ignorance produces this mirage
Sorry, will you ask me this?

IntentionsIf
that
is
what
you
meant,
then
you
really
should
have
told
me
so!

Psychiatry Voices are calling
From the depth of my mind
Repeating the words
Gets my memory aligned

Everything that's wrong
Every little fault
Crashing down on me
Brings me to a halt

Now, now, precious child
What an awful description
But we can refit you
Here's your prescription

Every day at the same time
Take a pill and drink a bit
Keep this in mind, do not cheat
Do you think you can do it?

My head stills now
For a while
And I try to
Not be vile

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Mental Breakdown

by ~dikarya, Dec 26, 2012, 4:49:09 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Concrete Poetry

I feel a mental breakdown
Is coming here, this way
Perhaps if I ignore it
Then it will go away?

Or if I turn my speaker
A bit too loudly up
Then I can disregard it
And maybe it will stop?

Perhaps if I go outdoors
Running far from here
Then I can truly leave it
Abandoning my fear

Or if I take this blanket
And sit down on the floor
Cover my whole body
Then there will be no door

Now if the ceaseless laughing
Simply went away
My thoughts would be pellucid,
Just as clear as day

And if the muffled sobs
Could be eradicated
Then maybe I'd stop being
So overly distracted

But wait, it's quiet now!
The moment has departed,
Hold on, it's almost midnight?
When did you say it started?

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~Dead-Existance Feb 5, 2013 Student Writer

Hmm, the tone of this poem reminds me of one of my own...or I'm just crazy.
Anyways, I like it.

~dikarya Feb 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you.

~FlinchSaint Dec 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

First time I've ever seen the word "pellucid", so I looked it up. I think it's one of my favourite words now.
And I love the line, "Then there will be no door."
Wonderful stuff!

~dikarya Dec 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, and thanks for the fav

~GamzeeMarkara Dec 26, 2012

butifule

~dikarya Dec 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you.

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