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daylight starsalways where you need to be
glittering sunshine into winter woods
and breathing summer into autumn days

always where i wish i were
waiting on a dawnlight never comes

never comes never comes

always right here where my heart
wisheswisheswishes she could be
in the midst of daylightstars

What will he hear?when whispers from her lips
reach heavy laden ears with
secret words and secret hearts:

What will he hear?

Nightdreams and DaymaresWell if you're just a daydream,
I guess I'm dreaming of you.

And maybe I'm not a nightmare
afterall. Maybe I'm a nightdream.

But I guess that makes you something else.
You'd just be a daymare.

Starshine Reflections

reflection and starshine
hold an invisible beauty.
whispers locked up
in the ringlet waves
paint wonders in images
that we'll never see again

reflection has an
invisible camera marked
by moonstruck stones
and bright bright stars.
The surface of the
water is her film.

sunlight on the river
and moonlight in her eyes:
all the light i'll ever need.

SubstanceFaith is the substance
of things hoped for,
and the conviction
of things not seen.

It is the presence
Of the Spirit
And the absence
Of the self.

It is the grasping
Of infinities,
And the gripping
Of the everlasting.

Holding on to
What we cannot know,
And following
The hand we cannot see.

"Hope that we can see
Is really no hope at all
It's like children who
See faces in the clouds"

Faith is belief
In what we cannot see,
And trust
In the things
Revealed without sight.

It is hearing
With our hearts,
And seeing with
Our souls,

Understanding
Without knowledge,
And presence
Without substance.

Faith is trusting
In t

Dear justagirlDear Justagirl,
I've been meaning to write this to you for quite some time. I've always wished that I could make you see just who you really are. But you never listen. So maybe you'll hear me in this letter to who you claim to be.

You're not just any girl. Not at all. Your silence brings beauty to the words of others. Your words crack open the things left unsaid, and shine light on all the places few dare look. You have a way about you that whispers of a majesty, and yet you always hold others up beyond yourself.

Your eyes could scratch past the surface of the "he

Dewdrop TearsYou've got dewdrop tears
    and sunlit hair.
A whispered glow
    from one more year...

I've seen you here
    with all your fears.
A starbright heart
  cause he's so near...

You know you're all
    that I can hear.
These are the words,
   You'll read, so fair.

Wateredup Phrasesi still think i'm sundrenched thoughts
and wateredup phrases of longfound dreams.
i still remember those starlit nightskies
and whispered iloveyous found beaten
on the corners of broken curbs.
i can't escape these thoughtsideaswords
that shine from your moonlight eyes:
i am whispered conversations in a smile.

Washed in BloodWashed in blood
will you ever be set free,
Of pain so great
in your bitter heart?

Wishing and waiting
Someday to find
That your Justice
is done.

I'm not saying
that what he did
is right!

But was I?
Were you?
Is anyone?

No

We have tongues
Like vipers,
Hands of Iron
and Fists of steel.

Words now soft
and ever pleasing to the ear
are turned to Poison
in the whispers of
Hatred and Despair

Smack went the Hammer,
As Thunk went the Nail.
It was my hand, your hand, Our hands
That drove it home.

The Letter Nn

nightsky dreams and
never spoken whispers:
the many meanings
attached to peopleplacesthings.

echoes of wisdom
found in the emptiness
between the stars:
beginnings of a definition
of who someone ought to be.

Is there any power in a name?

Dearest No OneDearest "No One":

I got your letter today. I'm wishing I could see you, and maybe I will one day. At least in these letters, words, thoughts, dreams, paintings, pictures.

The nightmare called life seems to have stripped you bare. You said you thought I'd know what to say? Well I don't... (But that's never stopped me anyways).

Please don't cry for too long. But I know you will. I can still smell the salty tears on the edge of the paper.

I'm sorry that words will never be enough. Never enough. And it wouldn't matter if I pretended to hold you. You'd know it's just a lie. That's all we ever have.

But you're lovely, and wonderful. Someday...

Love's Last Lielove's last lie
is simply this:
that it never really lied.

Raindrops on Windowslisten..
hear the sound of
raindrops on the window,
teardrops from her eyes, and whispers
of love

The Letter Gg

we understand gravity
but we dare not fathom
the emptiness
of the human heart.

desire (greed)
pleasure (gluttony)
fulfullment (gratification)

all of this we
have declared good.

but what is this good,
except a shadow
of what we cannot grasp?

What is the source of true goodness?

pelagicpelagic

The vast distance
Traveled by the impossibilities
That we grasp for anyways.
Whispers of a sound
That cannot be heard
But by holding your ear
Next to a seashell.

Opening your eyes
To the sound and smell
Of the waves as they
Crash violently against rock.

Wading out into the deep,
Knowing the terrible hungry
Power that drowns
The unwary.

Laughing at the sight
Of yourself covered in sand.
Dancing with delight
Atop the waves.
Holding your breath,
And jumping anyway.

Taking all that is the oceans,
And partitioning them into
Your tiny hands.

Walking on the waters,
And finding out just how
Many zeros fit into infin

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Air I breathThe air I breath
It's growing thick
Things are going crazy
And I don't know why...

Maybe its the place I am...
Or is it the songs that are playing?
I'll never never know...
But I long to know the answers

Please speak to me Lord?
I really don't know what to say.
He's standing there before me
Lost and searching for his soul...

What are the thoughts
and the moments of his heart?
I don't understand how
You can love him today...

ForgivenessI know that sorry ain't enough at all
But its all that I can truly do...
Please forgive me, I know I'm wrong
I can't stand it anymore.

I fall down on my knees
In front of you and sing...
I know that I'm not worthy
To even say your name.
Trust with us is lost till ever
I know that I can't easily earn it back

I'm not asking you to trust me,
Simply to say that it's ok.
If you don't then I know
That at least I asked today.

I stand up to the sky
Cry aloud and say
That it was never about you
What I did was not meant to hurt at all
But sometimes things just don't work
At all the way you want them too.

I'm so sorry, so sorry indee

For ShortpinayIt was the eighteenth year of his life
When he hadn't even given up yet
They said that he was gone and missing
She heard about how he was gone...
Didn't know just what to do.

So she comes to us
She asks us for all
The help that we can give.

So I sat down on my bed
Cried my prayers to God above...
But I don't hear Him answer me...
Heard the news again tonight
She told us that he was gone...
They had given up the search
For the lost and broken one.

So she came to us
She told us where she'd been
We gave her what we've got

So I sit here with these words
They're not much but its
The best that I can do...
Sometimes we just can'

Street lightsLook outside and see the street light
Burns so bright, and gives us hope.
We all live our separate lives,
Got nothing else worth living for...
The light of the lamps flickers and fades
Stripping the world of its memory made.

This is the world that we live in.
Its street light's all been gone away
Nothing left but darkness here
The world is lost, and light is broken
But some of us, have the light,
We stored it up, when the light was on.

It flickers and shines, as we hide it forth
Shouldn't we show it uncovered once?

I'll taste firePart of the blood that runs deep in me
Says that
I'll taste fire
Unless
I'm gonna see paradise

The lustful generation
Oh, it tries to take my soul in vain
But I'll stand here now
In the fierce burning flames
And I'll say
That I won't follow along

Part of the blood that runs deep in me
Says that
I'll taste fire
Unless
I'm gonna see paradise

I'm standing at the door
I hear you call and say to come
But I know that I don't like the flames
So I'll beckon
Out to you,
Come and step outside yourself

Part of the blood that runs deep in me
Says that
I'll taste fire

What have I got wrong?Keith's voice ended with a soft ring, as he stood up to leave. In a hurry, though I don't know why, I stood up quickly after him. Maybe it was because I didn't want to "socialize"... or maybe it was something more. I don't really know, but I was half way across the room before most of the people had even left their seat. I had made up my mind. Quickly, I hurried for the door. The room was empty, save for the few couches and the soda machine in the corner. This wasn't where I wanted to be. Outside, the air was dank, and it felt as if a heavy weight had pressed upon the sky. I hurried along, and couldn't be bothered to wait for any fri

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Here We Are

by =platinummyr, Sep 20, 2009, 7:03:55 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

And here I stand again,
whispering words I know
that she will never hear:

It's drowned out by a
shriveling darkness of words
so harsh and broken.

When I speak of beauty,
she hears shouts of emptiness.

When I whisper love,
she only finds hatred

Here We Areby =platinummyr

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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!BunnyHeadWounds Nov 17, 2009

Beautiful...

I've been wandering through your gallery, your work is simply wonderful.

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=platinummyr Nov 17, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

<3

Thank you so much!!

PS: I love your signature.

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~living4him Sep 29, 2009

wow, very well worded. I'm impressed. It's like a gunshot. Bang.

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~NiennaSwift Sep 27, 2009 Professional Writer

Hearing what you want..

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=platinummyr Sep 27, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

We all hear what makes it through the stainglass filter that makes us who we are. No one really hears what someone is saying.

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~NiennaSwift Sep 28, 2009 Professional Writer

I've seriously just been comtemplating that concept!! I love it how we're ont he same page... Tibetan Buddhist's say your mind is just a crystal, and everything it percieves is perceived through filters that aren't necessarily true..

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=platinummyr Sep 28, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Something like that

I just think the "unquestioned" beliefs we hold at the inner part of our mind/being color how we see things. Often we don't even know that we believe something. A good example: some psychologists say that if you were to ask an anorexic to look into a mirror and you could actually get an image of what they perceive in the mirror you would see someone overweight. Because their mind colors what they see.

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~NiennaSwift Oct 10, 2009 Professional Writer

That's true. I've had eating disorder issues and you never see what's true. When I was 14 I was anorexic, and when I was 16 I got to my lowest weight, but thought I was huge, didn't look any different to myself. Now that I've balanced out I realize how skinny I was and wish I had enjoyed it then, instead of seeing someone huge in the mirror.

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=platinummyr Oct 10, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah

That's gotta be very tough to deal with.

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