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premature hope
Sixteen with shaking hands and a nervous stomach I sit in the waiting room of the doctors building.

Waiting.

Isn’t it the worst thing?

I wring my hands and stare at each person sitting opposite me in sequence. They’re not concerned; they sit with their legs crossed, their arms supporting some outdated magazine, obscuring their face. Their feet tap with silent impatience, every few moments they utter a cough or a clearing of the throat and the sound shakes me just a little. I wish I were here for a cold…

How I wish.

Serves me right. Serves me right is what my mother would say if she were sober. She’d wag a yellowed fi
A New WorldEternal darkness covers your eyes
all you can see is your own imagination.
You can't remember the last sunrise
and you desperately hope for salvation.

Tied in chains, you try what it takes
to escape your own thought.
But all the sudden the earth shakes,
but you are not a naught.

You fell a long way, but now you are safe.
When you open your big brown eyes
you see that long awaited sunrise.
And you smile, without any fear.

A white shadow is on the lure
and tries to do you harm.
But you realize that you are secure
within the boundaries of your mother's arm.
The White Hope Falling for usA Glass Case in My Heart Forever

The white hope falls from the soft heavenly sky.
I look towards the rays of light shining into my pale blue eyes.
The light fades and the clouds grow immense with the faith of its people,
Breathing into it, fueling it like a wild fire.

The white hope is everywhere i can feel it cold and wet.
I can see it dainty and graceful like a rhapsody around my body.
It swirls and twirls in a lissome trip the light fantastic. (*)
My warm breath collides with the ice cold dry air.

It's beautiful elegance glistening with radiance,
Falling gently to the earth,
I touch the most pure flake of hope with my finger ti
HopeLonely;
Lost in a world alone;
Though incredible, there is no helping feeling lost;
Surrounded in a lake that was once my dreams;
The forest of my soul fell away to the ocean of my fears;
The soil of my internal safety washed away freeing my dreams to scrutiny.

Depression;
Locked in a cell alone;
Finding no worth, living is a toll I may not pay;
Preyed on by all who seek misery;
Lifeless on a raft in the ocean of my fears in stormy weather;
All I know is a bed of hot coals or a bed of soft peace waits for me ahead.

Creature;
Left stray by loved ones;
Abandoned in happiness, I thought I was never to feel again;
Left alone in a w
look of loveblaming you for the situations you are in,
not knowing that this is not how it begins.
we are all the children of love,
so i'll give you a look that is coming from above.
above is a bottom too,
cuz everything is one, and so are you.
maybe you don't have any more reasons to live,
so something i have to give.
i'll give you that look of love one more time,
hoping you realize that is in you what you have to find.
Trailing the Tracks{Verse}
The dark clouds above my head
spread in my body like a virus.
Just when I thought I had a warm bed,
I lost it all to some liars.

Many years have passed by
and I have them all counted.
But now the time is to fly,
to the sun I've encountered.

{Chorus}
I'm coming back to home,
where everything will be alright.
I'm coming back to home,
defeating the night with all my might.

{Verse}
Following the railroad tracks,
I see the city growing.
Just breathe in and relax
and listen to the wind blowing.

How could I forget this all,
all the great things that served me.
I took them with me in my fall
but now we are all free.

{Br
Coloured PastelsA painted pastel on the colour of the world,
A beauty signifies the life of us,
With a glimer of hope and faith,
We shall be restored and grow each day

The flash of spring fills the air,
The time of leaving is soon,
Lay about in the full grown grass,
Capturing the solitary wonder.

I spread my arms open wide,
To accept anyone new into my life,
I soar and fly across the sky,
Towards the best thing of all.

I breathe and live,
To pray to all,
About leaving life,
But being restored.

As I paint the picture,
Which shines near me,
I finally decide,
EACH pastel is unique.
In the Coffee ShopHere I am
Drinking cocoa while others order fancy coffees
An icon out of place in this fashion seeking world
I come here to keep from withdrawing into myself

They chat and laugh
Some - alone like me -
Flit in and out
Staying only long enough to purchase something
Others - in groups of two or more -
Make small talk and compare coffee choices
As mutated melodies bounce around us

The workers joke and laugh behind the counters
The night is young and so are they
It will be years before they realize they are not immortal
But tonight I listen to their energy and relax
Willing to let them have their days of Olympus
Gods waiting to be
The PhoenixThe Phoenix

Let me cry
I've earned that right
I carry the scars
Of a lengthy fight

Only tears can heal
This gapping wound
Existing in my heart
Of expectations ruined

But from the ashes
I will arise
With wings aflame
To conquer the skies

This spirit of mine
Is too powerful a force
To remain shackled
In the depths of despair and remorse

I was meant for greater dreams
I shall not be captured by petty things
Be gone thou demons of stagnant minds
No more my vision will you blind

I will succeed
My will is mine
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Walking: The mental chore.Her eye was sanded down to tribal stone,
A knife tearing her lungs, though none could see,
A smile upon her face, the tear unshown,
She carried on the walk of irony.

Just as a piece of dust can go unseen,
Flitter away upon the slightest wind,
She never wished to cause the smallest scene,
And so, betrayed herself – obese ‘till thinned.

She thought the walk she took was right for her,
But sheep in summer should always lose their fur.
FireA fire burns,
Curling in bright flames,
Rippling like the ocean,
Slowly rising higher.
Jumping like a lunatic
Yet with the forced control of a gymnast.

Upon a touch,
The fire dies,
And with it, the gymnast does the final flip.
The ocean falls back into the crevasse from whence it came,
The door is shut upon the lunatic,
And the world seems to disappear.
An Eternity of DanceYour step upon my fall leaves me to fly,
So true in grace, you grasp my finger, thumb.
As animals we leap across the sky,
No end ‘till our feet fall, our leap is done.

My shoes, the polish gleams and shines, so bright.
The shoes upon your feet gleam too, gleam true.
And as we twist, the day turns to the night,
Our shoes combine, there is no me, or you:

We are a wind, our force is known, enchants,
We swirl through dark, we spin through night: I know.
As snow may fall on our eternal dance,
We stay in shelter for the cloth we sow.

If ever this dance should begin to end,
I’d not regret the feet that I did lend.
ProtectionI am a mine, a yours, a hers,
It’s all just words,
Unholy curse,

A string which cannot hold my weight,
A slowly dying small snowflake,
I fear the string so soon to break,
I fear the heat, the next heatwave.

I fear the window, fear the door,
I fear the wall and corridor,
I fear the laughing chimpanzees,
The howling monkeys laugh at me.

I see compassion,
I see grace,
I see the love,
Feel out of place.

You understand the world I live,
And yet, that world is not my home,
Not the place that is my own,
That place?
That place is far away,
Protected.
Planimal.
A pendulum swings,
And with the motion,
A sheep’s head ticks,
It gains a notion.

Elsewhere, a cow within a field,
Is being forced to finally yield,
Give up it’s meat and all it’s life,
Before it even got a wife.

A chicken, now twice manufactured,
Is still alive, clucking in it’s package,
Plastic seal gaining in hole,
It burrows out, just like a mole.

The sheep is still within it’s field
When it receives a visit.
A pigeon has landed upon it.
Pigeon? Shit.

A cow is cut up into pieces,
Never allowed to discover what peace is,
Munching on grass and dispersing milk,
Until, right now, it joins the kill

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A tear falls,
Leaving holes within the ground below.
They open ever further with each new step,
The baby boy spreading his touch upon polluted world,
Leaving it with the freshness of new life.
Cleansing it of what has been.

The mother stares down from above,
Her heart sinking onto the fresh new ground,
And joining with the innocence of the baby – just for a second.
But a second is all that it takes for her to live again,
A second is all that is needed to love,
To regain hope.

One second.
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Also for the WFA hope contest, inspired by 'The young' by ~Life-takers-crayons. :D

My other entry: here (click)
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!Dragonfly2093 Aug 21, 2007
I very much like the layout of this poem. Though, I do think "A tear falls" should be on its own like "One second". Those two could be connected by that, maybe...one second for a tear to fall.

"The mother stares down from above,"

"But a second is all that it takes for her to live again,"

Is the mother dead? These lines suggest it, though she could easily be "looking down on the baby" when the baby was in her arms. Still, if she isn't dead, the suggestion of it adds another layer to the poem. Good luck!
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~MaskedVengeance Aug 28, 2007
Hehe, glad you like the layout, it might make sense doing that, but don't you think that'd make it a bit awkward to read from the start? If you read the first three words as separate to the rest?

I don't know, to be honest, I'm writing this comment without looking at the poem. *looks embarrased and lazy*

The mother is dead, if you want her to be. :P
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!Dragonfly2093 Aug 30, 2007
Of course I don't want the mother to be dead! I don't want anybody to be dead! I'm refraining from putting a line of exclamation marks here!

I don't think it would make it awkward. I said (ok, I murmured=P) it aloud and it sounded ok. Either way, the poem's good. *tuts at laziness and embarrassed-ness*
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~MaskedVengeance Aug 30, 2007
That had me laughing. =p

If you don't think it would make it awkward, I might change it. :)
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