My personal favourite...

he built a house
a domicile of despair
rooms of gloom,
walls of weaknesses,
awashed in anxiety.
fall through
doors of doom
silently slammed shut.
he walked in it,
floors of fear,
ceilings of coldness.
step through
long passages of lonely passion
lit by flickering flames of fury
dimmed and darkened by shades of sadness
he will not leave
these halls of horrors,
painted with pain
his dark domicile
look through
widening windows of worry
over muted moats of madness
over graceless gates of guilt
onto faraway pastures of bright hope.

By Arayd - Writer's page - Writer's *current* page

For my kor

the search for that somebody
whom I seen but once
and only those eyes
but the jolt of electricity
it was enough to stun me
and I didn't dare to approach
sadly I was too shy to speak

when I knew that somebody was special
when I knew that somebody should be mine
when I knew that I shouldn't have left
when I knew that I wanted only that somebody
it was too late.
I never saw that somebody again.

By Arayd - Writer's page - Writer's *current* page

I walk, lifting dark
gloom from shady corners,
spreading spectra into
fading life, with rainbows
to the heart, warming
with flames of cobalt
glory, to cast upon
deathly doom the grace
of hope and light -
stark white zooming
paths across leaden souls,
to tread faithful into
the hazy future;
into the past; into
the lost darkness
of present; and we
will find
our way out.

By Haplo - Writer's page - Writer's *current* page

Flitting pretty flowers,
rainbow colours in the wind,
for a moment,
hanging in the air

Brought happiness and joy,
in a passing moment,
like an april shower,
never to return again

Some caught, some fly on,
people catching
their own pretty flower,
when missed will never return,
'til the next april shower.

By Haplo - Writer's page - Writer's *current* page

For Lark

I watched you at the piano
Your fingers flew across the ivory keys
And your eyes were bright with emotion
From where I stood
A hand upon the quivering ebony
The music filled the whole hall
And filled my heart
There was no need for words
You were silent
And so was I
You spoke through your music
And I, through the song in my head
And I watched you at the piano
Watched your flying fingers
Watched your face
And you were the happiest girl in the world
And the most beautiful

By Djinn - Writer's page

there was a crack
in the middle of a street
then there was another
and the other it did meet

someone fell in
and wasn't seen again
he tried to call for help
but he called in vain

then it vanished suddenly
that crack in the ground
no one noticed that lost soul
and neither was he found

By Lark - Writer's page

I lay awake
until dawnbreak
with you upon my mind.

I search for words
and then for courage,
of which I cannot find.

So much to say,
so short a day;
I'm running out of time.

I hate to rush,
but wish so much
that I could make you mine.

Such perfect love
sent from Above,
embodied into thine.

My stolen heart
feels torn apart,
a theft that was no crime.

A joy so fierce I wish to cry.
I look at you and wonder, "why"?

By Namaan - Writer's page

That angels come from boxes was quite the thing to see;
I'd always thought they were assigned, to everyone but me.
As life's gone on I've wondered how others seemed to have,
A cherub on their shoulder to keep them from the bad.
Angels are protection from the thoughts that seem to plague,
The folks like me that walk alone through each & every day.


The day it finally happened, I almost didn't see,
My angel come from in the box to be assigned to me.
So now I'll keep her with me, & smile where once I frowned,
To know that I am not alone, & needn't feel so down.
My angel I can't look at, nor even reach & touch,
And though she lies beyond my reach, I'll love her just as much.

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How can I speak what's in my heart,
when you turn a deaf ear to my speech?
How can I give to the one I love,
when you keep yourself just beyond reach?

My picture's no more in your locket,
I sense that it's been rearranged.
Yet my soul you keep in your pocket,
like more of the same loose change.

It isn't the same in my life anymore;
you saw to it that wouldn't be.
The lock that you put on your soul before,
has been changed since you gave me the key.

You said that we wanted the same things;
I wanted you, and you, me.
But now that the novelty's faded for you,
I guess it's all you, and not me.

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