Diary Poems

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DROWNING AND OUT

The night was cold, and my feet bare
yet i threw all the pebbles into the sea
it rid the sand free
then in darkness i awaited
playing humble harps of silent calls
for you to come and shed your conciet
and then you came, with a freezing breez
blessing the beach with your crony concede
slumborous as it all seemed, an absurd reality
till you true colors animated your vitality

the night was cold, and my feet bare
in that condition i was spared in despair
sitting besides a rock
i was vastly mocked
in an uncertain maze of mayhem and havoc
I was rejected
In a myraid of needles, mythical and abstract
i was injected
In a delenquecy of crimes delerious
I was dejected
All this done by a merciless beast
whose path i made a pleasing feast
this mythical enigma made me elude
but with vigorious mutiny, this paradox also diffused

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Lifeless creatures, before me speak
Helpless lives, before me weep

Light befor me darkens
THe Darkness, before me illuminates

The dauntless before me hushes
While the fearsome before me yells

perfection before me bows
spots befor me stand tall

...on it goes and on it goes...
I have befallen within all this commotion
and lost myself,
and thus the story of all is told...

good luck with your poetry lostnsearching

- I especially like the first one

well done!

peace,
Endy

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Thnx Endy...
you can really tell when one truely feels it from the inside, can't you???
that first poem was written a couple of weeks ago when i was really really missing my dad.
thanks again for your post.
-Naima

TO THE ELEVATED

I've come from shouting happily in a joyful crowd
willing ot satisfy my soul to it's deepest desires
but there i was wild and enthusiastic
yet merely an illusionary character
soon to be forgotten by the nonexistent movement of time
It was eternity...immortality
that was what i wished to gain
in the minute mirth of seconds
...in which humans find solace
from such paths i stray
In search for mysteries divine
and hopes, elusive
i exist to confirm the presence of tommorrow
...more sorrow
...for me to borrow
The griefs of today, i erase
it is this moment
and all the lives within
and that moment is eternity-immortality
that i have gained...
minute mirth_
inhuman but minute
and this i wish to tell you...
oh pupils of power
and esoteric lies
it is just minute mirth
oh dear elevated.

ps: i know, it's pretty absurd!!!

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You told me to believe…
That faeries were true
And their lores ungrue

You told me to believe…
That what will rise will fall
It was the gravitational pull

You told me to believe…
That my lies were hopes
And all you plans, dopes

You told me to believe…
In the skies and the moon
And the miracles within cocoons

You told me to believe…
The Creator has it all planned
That it's all in His hands

But you never told me to believe in you!
And that's hue
How true!

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we were both parallel flames
but in a mystical way we collided

our paths varied greatly
but now they are hardly one

our desires were so different
but now one reflects the other

our goals were so far apart
but now they are barely distant

what has happened
why have our journies reincarnated
why isn't this any confusing

for it has all happened
and happened, it has

we were both powerful dreamers
with wills os strong

we had passionate desires
with intents so clear

this was bound to be done
by reasons too real
and now we freely flow
for an eternity
...and even more

hope there is more

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there's more...
just can't get down to posting them(Academics!!!)
anyways thanks for replying your comments mean a lot!!!
love,
lns

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YOU WONDER WHY

You wonder why I lock myself within those four walls
You wonder why I sit in dark gloomy alleys
You wonder why I cry under those sheaths
You wonder why I want to be left alone
You wonder why I scream in the middle of the night
You wonder why I break calm silences
You wonder why I dress all funny
You wonder why I don't act like the rest of them
You wonder why I secretly disappear from joyous crowds
You wonder why there is no one i would trust
You wonder why I stand on mountain peaks in complete blackness
You wonder why I walk against the wind when it cuts my face like a knife
You wonder why I laugh when there is noone talking
You wonder why I peacefully stare at lifeless corpses
You wonder why I am so different
You wonder why I am so wierd
You wonder why I aim for the impossible
You wonder why I my desires are against reality
You wonder why I am so questioning
You wonder why I endure the torment you put me through
There is so much about me
Of which you wonder why
But I wonder why you ask all this
When the answer is so clear:

I SIMPLY LOVE IT!!!


(yeah! a lot of people wonder all this...i wonder why they don't mind their own business)

So far, this last one is my favourite !

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hey Endy,
thanks a lot...
i'll be posting more this weekend...hopefully!!!

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AS I SIT AGAINST GREY WALLS

a i sit against grey walls
in detesting bloody halls
your words echo in my head
And all those lies that you bred
i can see your face
your eyes passionate with lust
and i thought you are who i would trust
i am hanging on to chains of your broken promises
and to notes of forgotten sounds
symphonizing again

as i sit against grey walls
crimson blood rolls down from my eyes like falls
my hopes fave deluded
for you are immune to my feelings
i had seen the truth of your lies
but still i hadn't denied

and so,
as i sit against grey walls
i wonder why?

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In all the silent memories of my past
I had secretly been crying to myself
With a need too weak to be told
A desire that just couldn't be cold
I was afraid
But there was nothing I could've done
Because these were the marathons,
I never could've outrun
And then you came
With those stares of yours
In a mysterious way
You just knew
You felt like someone I could trust
Some mystic, who just understood
I would spend nights with you
Your presence was so divine
It made me feel complete
You were a missing part of me
Now when you are gone
Your ethers flown like a dove
I wonder to myself…
Was it love?

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REFLECTIONS

Reflections speak
as someone had said
They tell the truth
from all those lies which you told
and throw away that bag of broken promises
which you still hold
they slam the big hard realities at your face
chilly and cold
men of courage stand tall
these are one's which won;t befall
they move on, and with every step they take
they change the things which they have now come to hate
this is the power of reflections
but what can i do?
when i gaze endlessly at my mirror
an unfimiliar face stares back
that face...
does it belong to me?
those eyes...
Are they on me?
what do i do?
what do i change?
when i don't even know
who i see...

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BROKEN PROMISES

you promised to love me foreever
but i had my reasons for not trusting you
as i hung on to all your promises
letting your powerless words influence my hopes
i somehow knoe the end
now you struggle to break free
from that chain of you broken promises
i have moved on
far away into distant planets
but our weperation doesn't hurt
because we were never in love

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THE PRINCE FROM MY FANTASIES

you came like that prince form my fantasies
riding on a white horse
letting me into a world of dreams
where i couldn't feel the remorse
you swept me away from my agony
into that paradise of singing faeries
and I cherish those blissful moments
the precious times when i didn't think
that you'd drop me back
into the life that i had forgotten
one with rules i didn't know
you are so evil
like a villian
but you are still the prince from my fantasies
cause this is exactly what he did

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i am just a 14 year old
about to turn 15
a hopeless girl
in a helpless society
raped of her rights
supressed by the powers of the mights
drowning in an ocean of lies
forced to meet her demise
her ideas scrapped
her desires faked
trapped within walls
caged in the name of grace
excruciated to keep quite
best loved when living up to opposing doctrines
hated for her originality
desperate to express the reality
yes, that's me
a 14 year old girl
whon they have titled a 'frustrated freak'
going mad
cause of their irrational sanity
sacrificing every bit of herself
to please busted loosers
just to be hated in return
that's me


(not really well written but i like it a lot...it's kinda on a personal level actually!)