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SenescenceBefore the rain,
all the leaves are brown.

Here's to green memories -
but the tree that loves its leaves
will never know the art of aging.

You found love in our yellow room,
but winter's holding my hand;
it won't be long.

When somebody says your name for the last time,
they gently take your life.

To the lonely sea and the skyin the dim of twilight
I feel immortal
but I feel blue;
stardust and sun drenched
torsos

watercolor pain

like the desert misses the rain

I remember you:
a sky of smog
coasting on thin ice,
limbs tangled
around the
sextile sun and uranus

bones

dust

insomnia on the silvermoon

but I am the wayward child
and there's a hole in my soul,
so please show me

show me what the stars look like tonight.

I should write this down.holy shit I should write this down -

the bad advice kills me;
like self publish WAY before they're ready.
how can we make it better?

you don't write to get a DD;
you write something awesome and then get a DD because you're there.

you don't pay to be published.

publishing isn't the end all be all.

we're ready for you.

Clarity"Come. You be a gear right here,"
she dares and she is tempting. I admit,
enclosed worlds don't appeal to me.
I am embers on the highway.
I'll forge myself into something greater.
The harvest suits me not, so forth I'll go;
judge me not.

Show me how the sun rises.
Even in the dead of winter,
I am scorched like the Earth from the inside-out.
The heat of this nameless, godless desert is trapped within my wounds.

Follow the shuffling feet,
the bloodied shapes
like patchwork hope sewn together from someone else's sacrifice.
Unmistakable, undeniable, guilty;
but the answer will have escaped you.
With the perfect clarity of ragged eyes
all become

UsedA pillow soaked with tears.
My tears.

I cry all the time out of lonlieness now.

When will you love me again?
Or will you just use me?
Really now, be honest.
Truthful.
Hate me? Why? i've been nothing but nice!

And I've always cared.
Now you're leaving.
You don't care anymore.
Try is all I did.
However, you just used me.
I only wanted a best friend.
Now you don't want me.
Good grief!

Tell me what I did wrong!
Oppressed you? Never!

Your ideas were always great!
Ooutstanding, evem! You're gone now. You don't care.
Used me. That's all I ever was to you.

WishesSo many people wish upon stars.
How many secrets do they hold?
Oh, it must be over a million,
Over a billion.
Trillions at least.
I can't even imagine how many there must be.
Not one person hasn't tried it.
Great, dark skies with tiny, twinkling lights.

Stars are trusted by people.
They never tell your secrets.
And they always listen.
Rise of the sun, the disappear.
Set of the sun, they are back to hear.

whatever befalls the last star in the skyBeautiful Doom,
oh, she falls
93 million miles from the sun, part ii

in an inhuman race [8/365]
the world is going down
and she cradles the sky in her arms
and wonders the whereabouts of God

LonelyBy myself again.
I don't go anywhere.
To do anything. So I sit there,
Twining my fingers together in boredom.
Except - I don't have to be.
Really. I could call a friend.

The answering machine picks up.
Eventually I leave a message to call me back.
And I cry, because I hate being alone.
Rewinding my VHS tape, I play my favourite movie.
Sad one, though. It's Fried Green Tomatoes.

I hate being alone.

Cause it hurts. It's scary.
Radical thought run through my head when I'm alone.
You guys, please don't leave me, I request as tears run down my face...

AvoidingWhen you're not here, I feel empty.
How much? A lot.
You're avoiding me.

And I'm sad.
Remember me? Or have I become invisible again?
Exceptional. That's what you used to call me.

You used to want to hang out all the time.
Outstanding, the way things change so suddenly.
Underneath my covers, I feel scared I'll lose you.

And yet, i don't call you. Because I'm scared of you, too.
Very much so. I don't want to be yeled at.
Only -
I miss you so much.
Do you miss me?
I waant to talk to you! But you're -
Not talking to me anymore.
Good grief, do you not want me anymore?

Maybe you don't. You could have told me, instead of breaking my heart.
Eve

What is Hallowed and CommonI don't know if I believe in love
But I sure as hell hope it doesn't find me.
I've got too much going on to worry about that.
Hell, I don't even want it.

I think.

I see all these other people moaning and groaning about it
Because they haven't found anyone yet.
They use that word for it? "Found"?
What, is it something you just stumble across without meaning to?

If that's it, love sounds pretty damn inconvenient.
I mean, you're not prepared for it.
You don't know exactly what to do with it,
the first time.

And things like that mess up everything.

Those star-eyed idiots say it isn't so.
That it's supposed to be unexpected.
Well, so is a mug

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This is my first attempt, and of course I couldn't combine a poetic shape with correct language. So let's assume that this is poetic language xD

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=Gato-Nephist Nov 8, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

Ha, ładne to. Mnie z trudem przychodzi napisanie wiersza, który się rymuje nawet po polsku, o angielskim nie wspominając _^_

=Luinloth Nov 9, 2008 Digital Artist

W sumie próbowałam go wcześniej napisać po polsku, ale średnio mi wychodziło. Zaczęłam po angielsku, bo stwierdziłam, że będę wtedy mniej wymagać od siebie i może się uda skończyć xD

~Nifrodel Nov 7, 2008

ładne, choć niestety nic nie powiem o poprawności językowej, zawsze lubiłam za to połączenie obrazu i poezji

=Luinloth Nov 7, 2008 Digital Artist

Ja też, ale nie umiałam się zabrać jakoś... albo brakowało mi odwagi

Dzięki.

~Nifrodel Nov 14, 2008

"trzeba szukać, szukać szukać, bez względu na to, co znajdziemy"

=Luinloth Nov 14, 2008 Digital Artist

!Frater-260 Nov 7, 2008

Ladne, ale powinnas moim zdaniem mniej skupic sie na poprawnosci jezykowej, a wiecej na zachowaniu rytmu. Czasem warto poszukac jakichs slow jako zamiennikow, czasem cos opuscic.. etc. :]
Dosc niedawno tlumaczylem jeden mamy wiersz (bo sam nie bardzo umiem cos ciekawego napisac) to wiem ile pracy wymaga ulozenie czegos dobrze po angielsku :>
Aha i moim zdaniem w pierwszych czterech wersach rymy sa zbyt dokladne i zbyt podobne do siebie :]
ale to tylko moje odczucie

pzdr.

=Luinloth Nov 7, 2008 Digital Artist

Dzięki za komentarz i za rady ^^
Ja tam po przewałkowaniu angielskiej fonetyki polemizowałabym, czy "mist" i "trees" są aż takie podobne, bo mają inną długość "i" i różnią się dźwięcznością

(But it's my first poem! Of course I know it's not perfect

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Czyli... mam się nie przejmować gramatyką i skupić na poetyckości, tak?

!Frater-260 Nov 7, 2008

nie mowie ze sa identyczne, ale biorac pod uwage ze faktyczna wymowa rozni sie od poprawnej staja sie podobne. (poza tym dlugosc gloski nie bardzo wplywa na odbior w przypadku rymow

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A co do gramatyki przejrzyj jakies angielskie utwory, zobaczysz, ze nie bardzo tam sie nia przejmuja. To wlasnie tzw. jezyk poetycki: nie wazne, ze niepoprawnie, wazne, ze pasuje :>

=Luinloth Nov 7, 2008 Digital Artist

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