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Thursday, August 12th, 2010

Subject:A whisper of now
Posted by:luna_bear8.
Time:1:18 pm.
I see you in your solitude, the way you are in your own silent serenae. A burning canle that reflects my passion softly through the shadows of your persistent dreams. And I lay silent over and over in the call of the moon. Quietly I am lost, shaking my head as I grew closer and closer to the what could've been. And still I find comfort in the strings of my piano serenade pounding softly and softly like his voice in my head. And the tears they fall like the dreams of catastrophic men. Like a thief sneaking past the windows of my concious view, your soul comes to me in the evenings song. And could I forget the look in your eyes as you were quietly lost in the sounds of my breath. And as I call on you in the sound of the night and soter than a shadow I felt your arms all around me and the surprise in my eyes. And oh how I felt when you knew I knew. Andd the silent movement in the call of you, I seem to be overwhelmed and then so confused. You come closer and closer to the foot of my bed and whats much ado about you. I feel like a thousand longing mornings when I wake up in the shivering cold. And the years go on further than I've ever been and the tears of men are like spiders in my bed. But do I love you when I'm quietly lost in the perceptions of boys who will soon turn into men? And I cry out for silence when I hear you, so I can hear you. I pluck the strings of my guitar and stare out my windows to a blissful day and see you filled wit joy. But your a pyro setting flameable ores on fire, and like the cry of a thousand mourning children you pull my flame closer. I see the skulls of a few wise men sinking into my abyss with memories lost and erased. And I run naked in the moon just to be sure that I am still anew and then I realize your still a boy hitting at balls instead of watching women catch your eye. And I will always be in your mind so sleep soundly tonight.
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Monday, July 24th, 2006

Posted by:coolcruzzie.
Time:7:24 pm.
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Tuesday, May 11th, 2004

Posted by:azain.
Time:11:12 am.
I know this isn't by definition a Sonnet, but I believe poetry should be about no rules and writing because you want to. Originally I believe sonnet originated from italy and is translated as "little song". I love my Girl Friend very much, and this is sort of a song devoted to her.

Sonnet to you

Your lips are poetry in motion,
they earn for me an early token,
show in full all her devotion.
I say to you, in words so true,
I'll give to you what is do.
What I risk is what I'd lose.
Her heart sings to me her song,
it says to me that she belongs,
inside I know that we're not wrong.
When you fall I'll carry you,
When its time I'll marry you.

Its not my best but its something to read.
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Monday, May 10th, 2004

Subject:A love in Stone
Posted by:azain.
Time:10:23 am.
A love in Stone

Underneath a comfort's surface
there lives a language of simple purpose,
to describe life as indefensible,
its subtle titles incomprehensible,
try to understand what it is I want,
sitting still, and accepting daunts.
I strive to stoke a brighter fire,
burning up for love's desire.
In her arms I'm feeling caught,
a capture against what no man has fought.
A willful capture you can be sure,
'cause its a prison we all wish for.
But what's a prison, but enclosed alone,
I'm not alone with love's life as stone.
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Posted by:azain.
Time:10:22 am.
What's worth is my time?
What's worth is your time?
Worthless our times exist,
together to change acquaintance,
together to help the maintenance
of time.

How else to defeat the creature
who is consuming all our time?
Try obtaining immortality within our own air,
for when the monster takes us
let the reason be just enough
in time.

What is the measure of time?
Beyond a hour and beyond a week
how far can a wish travel by?
When we see it can't be saved,
we'll all see hopes can cave
through time.
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Subject:My reason
Posted by:azain.
Time:10:21 am.
My reason

Imagine the coming time,
and think of me a dreamer.
I would not be a follower,
so I made myself a leader.
A poem for the poems,
to keep the world so lively.
Even when I pass,
I'll think of you so kindly.
To love another person,
who does not give their love.
I wait patient for a kiss,
as if a sign from god above.
I'll think of wild ways,
to create random imagery.
I'll think up wild words,
to put our minds on symmetry.
I'll write my heart's content,
to the best of my abilities,
and continue to not my thoughts,
of senseless sensibilities.
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