Love is Lonely

Picture-perfect Collodi

Harith — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 23:05:21 +0000

Glass eyes fracture,

Slivers slither down

This weathered carapace

Visions cast asunder.

Expansive thoughts, expensive,

Struggle to flee this Sanctum

Lest by proxy

Of the weeping hand and witting pen.

Stifled voice, verbose,

Eloquent ad verbatim

In saecula saeculorum, beyond the periphery:

No use are words that have no echo.

This existence a mere curio

Of picture-perfect Collodi

Imbibed through the ages

Of hallowed thoughts and hollowed hearts.

When I…

Noname29 — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 15:31:04 +0000

When I reach for the sky, I find hope inside of me.

When I stared at the sun, I find the light within me.

When I feel the wind on my skin, I feel free.

When I look back into my past, I smiled to thanks for it.

When I touch the tip inside of me, I find darkness.

When I [......]

I am a Butterfly

Livy (Nellie) — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 22:53:49 +0000

Everyone says im ugly or fat.
Or stuff just like that.
But I hold my head high.
And give a little sigh
I just lost 10 pounds, I started caring about my looks.
I’m still me though, I still like books xD
You still can’t see?
I changed. Not for you.
But for me.

This poem [......]

When Someone Dies

Livy (Nellie) — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 15:15:56 +0000

When someone dies, how many people notice?
How many people do something?
How many people morn them?
I’m not talking about big cases like OJ Simpson, or Casey Anthony.
I mean tiny ones, like getting hit by a car, cancer, passing in your sleep.
The things no one hears about.
The things no one wants [......]

Seeking Truth Frozen

Noname29 — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 05:36:17 +0000

Frozen in the touch of everything,

I’m lost and confused about life itself.

Finding the truth is hard to seek,

Like a lost child searching for a lost toy.

I don’t know what’s true anymore,

As time goes on and becomes faded.

Stories pass, truth to lies, and tear to weep.

What’s to say that problems messed me up?

Lies are everywhere to [......]