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Quote by BeYoutiful
Dear Sands of Times
Show us your face
Give me what's mine
I forfeit your grace

I've been burned
Left in the cold
Never my hearts turn
Only heartless lies told

Take away your promises
Just give me reality
For its only curses
Without morality


This is beautiful, but so much pain?

Sometimes one has to make one's own reality; defy the Sands of Time. Ask a friend to accompany on your journey and you'll find the experience a joyful one
Domestic shorthair, color, black

Eyes green or yellow

Do you like smoothies?
Quote by BeYoutiful
Quote by the_enchantress
Quote by BeYoutiful
Dear Sea of Times
Show us your face
Give me what's mine
I forfeit your grace

I've been burned
Left in the cold
Never my hearts turn
Only heartless lies told

Take away your promises
Just give me reality
For its only curses
Without morality


so gorgeous honey xooxox



Thank you! Thank you!
My sweet little friend
If ever you need me
I will always lend a hand!


You're welcome, beautiful..

Thank you hon..xxoo

Me too for you.
Quote by Circle_Something
Quote by authorised1960


Roses are red,
Violets are magenta
I wish I could find
The poems I sent 'er


Check yer sent box,
if you emailed her, man
but if on paper,
copy carbon could be a plan.


The poems I sent her
Were graphic and sexy
Now I can't find them
It's starting to vex me
Quote by the_enchantress
Quote by BeYoutiful
Dear Sea of Times
Show us your face
Give me what's mine
I forfeit your grace

I've been burned
Left in the cold
Never my hearts turn
Only heartless lies told

Take away your promises
Just give me reality
For its only curses
Without morality


so gorgeous honey xooxox



Thank you! Thank you!
My sweet little friend
If ever you need me
I will always lend a hand!
Quote by BeYoutiful
Dear Sea of Times
Show us your face
Give me what's mine
I forfeit your grace

I've been burned
Left in the cold
Never my hearts turn
Only heartless lies told

Take away your promises
Just give me reality
For its only curses
Without morality


so gorgeous honey xooxox
Dear Sands of Times
Show us your face
Give me what's mine
I forfeit your grace

I've been burned
Left in the cold
Never my hearts turn
Only heartless lies told

Take away your promises
Just give me reality
For its only curses
Without morality
Quote by Nickel
Roses are red,
Violets are magenta,
I'm very tired,
and I think I'm going to bed.


(Sorry in advance )

Roses are red,
Violets are magenta
I wish I could find
The poems I sent 'er
The best city on Earth or anywhere else for that matter:

London, England
Invitation

Do I need an invitation into your life
Or will you make me a welcome guest
At your one-woman party?

Can I gatecrash your private moments:
Alone, with a bottle of wine, nibbles
And a Barbara Cartland novel?

If you won’t invite me into your life
Will you accept an invitation into mine
If I pluck up the courage to ask?
Pure

you know who you are

I love you dearly
I have never seen such absolute beauty
In one heart and soul
As I have seen in yours.
You give me warmth and
Shelter in your arms.
You are the light that lights my day,
You are rays of the sun shining upon my face.
I love your kindness
And loving ways that show you care.
You're forever part of me now
In you I find only the purest and most beautiful of hearts.
Quote by Circle_Something
It was recently brought to my attention that my poems are pointless. Well, that wasn't news to me, to be honest, I don't think that poems really have to be anything special, or profound. To me, they're a vessel for letting thoughts out, but in a different way from prose. I don't really care about the normal trappings of a poem (enjambement, rhyming, repetition etc), but I do care if I get thoughts out of my head. One of my favourite poets is Spike Milligan. If you've read anything by him, you'll know that his poems are generally silly little things, based on snippets of his life, like White Mice, where he asks "what colour is the price of those white mice?" That was inspired by his daughter, asking that question, and he turned it into a poem. It had significance for him, but to the reader, it was just a silly poem.

But, I'm now asking you: What the hell is a poem, to you?


Such profundity deserves a long, detailed and probably boring and highly intellectual treatise. Bugger that!

Poetry is, in my opinion, what art is to the individiual: "I know what I like".

If a poem 'speaks' to me on some sort of level, then I like that poem. If it leaves me cold because the author has his/her head up their own backside and has been all clever and supercillious with fancy words and phraseology, then I'm not a fan. To my mind, if someone has to explain a poem to you, then what's the sodding point? Immediacy and unequivocal common sense, that's my cup of tea in a poem... and I hope that's the sense I get across in my work
How does one define loneliness?

Is it the craving for the company and/or attention of a fellow human being?

Is it the lack of contact with the world outside the four walls of your home?

Or is it the dark place you go to in your mind when you lay down to sleep and seek unconsciousness? Isn't that when all those thoughts and feelings your conscious mind won't allow you to contemplate come out to play and have free reign in your head? Isn't THAT when you're at your most lonely?
"How beautiful it is to stay silent when someone expects you to be enraged."
I've had no sleep
I must get some rest
Lay my head down
And close my eyes
I'm off to dream within a dream