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Better Than I Know MyselfI take a look in the mirror,
And I see this person.
She's me, the real me.

Pressing my hand against the glass,
It feels like she's actually real.
Like I could reach in,
And take her hand.

She knows my secret, my fears, my dreams,
She knows what I have been through,
Because she's been there too.

She's strong, and confident,
Everything I hide on this side.
She's the only person, who knows me,
Better than I know myself.

She's fallen, rose above,
She's been scared, loved, sad,
And so much more.

She lets me see who I have become,
And she knows that scars that I have carried.
I guess you could say she's my best friend.
I know sh

Where Has the Winter Gone?Where has the winter gone?
The days so cold,
But we never felt it

Where have our promises gone?
Words whispered
Between lips only atoms away

Where have our memories gone?
Things once cherished
Tossed away, fighting to find their way home

Yes I know, the winter's gone
But it's okay,
Our souls meet in our dreams

Your ChoiceYou carry with you
An aura of beautiful serenity
Calming those around you
Stealing my thoughts
When you leave my presence

Although I have yet to see
I imagine that even in
A moment of faltering
You would be elegant

And if the day comes
That you stumble
I will be there for you
But do you know that?
Could you possibly know that?
For you know not who I am

But some day
I will reveal myself
And it will be up to you
To either accept me
Or cast me away for good
Like many before you

Rain Rain
Time dipped its frozen fingertips
in the waters of my bones,
wringing them dry of once purple skies
and smoothing away gentle grooves of nostalgia;
a topless render to my optimistic lens.

The sky began to fade like a freshly broken bruise:
Red, orange, yellow, green, purple, black, white.
a pallet of sour syllables that settled in my teeth
& festered deep within the crooked corners of my mouth,
occasional expressions pulsing through uncharted steam.

Bitterly dissolving like the powder of an hourglass
It drips like dew across my window &
nestles in the crooks, the kind of way a comma
hugs the corners of an 'n'.

rain, go away.

Only In Ink...With eyes like gold
That lure and glow
Full of secrets
I'll never know

With a voice so melodic
That drags me in
And an embrace so warming
My head starts to spin

With unfaltering grace
And a flawless stroll
And oh, those eyes
That bore into my soul

They pull me in
And I'm unable to think
How can I love someone
Who exists only in ink

Stepping Over LeavesAnd so I tried to hold your letters
the way you used to hold my hand;
fingers spaced between torn edges and
around undotted i's.
Guiding me away
from those gentle autumn leaves that
I had loved to crunch
so very much.
But instead, I stepped against the sunspots
of every promise you had broken
trying just to pull some meaning from a sentence
ending with "goodbye".
And when my eyes began to slide over the words you had misspelled,
I closed your note
and tore it into nothing.
Nothing but a sad reminder that once again you had cracked
like those gentle autumn leaves
that I had loved
so very much.

The very thingI am, therefore I'll be
the very thing you'd want to see.
The thing you dream for every day
and wish incessantly would stay.
It only lives within your head
while nightly dreams befriend your bed.
Yet by the dawn it goes away,
and leads your happiness astray,
So as you wake to start anew
you'll have me waiting just for you
to be the very thing you need
when dreams have died in daylights bleed.

Never Let GoLook, my darling, past the trees and sky
It can barely be seen with your little eye
But I know in your mind, it burns so bright
It's presence lives in you day and night

As we grow older, it fades to grey
And all the memories made slowly slip away
Don't let that be you, no matter how hard it seems
Never let go of the land of your dreams

I'm not like youI'm not you
Stop telling people I am
Just like you.
I don't do the things you've done.
I won't
I don't want to be like you
I'm sorry that I'm difficult
I'm sorry I don't love you
I can't
One too many slaps
And unsaid words
Made sure of that
You never appreciated how
Unique I am
Always expected we would butt heads
If you expect it,
Then that's what will be
You never told me I could do it
I always had my friends
Supporting me
You were there for me sometimes,
But my friends were there more.
You were mad when I hurt myself
My friends got me help
You never understood me
Never listened to me
And when I did come to you
F

Come CleanI don't want any more lies,
I don't want any excuses,
I need you to come clean.

It's time to tell the truth,
It's time you told me how you really feel,
I can't keep living like this,

This has taken over you,
And made you this person,
And I won't stand by any more.

I need you to come clean,
And tell me the truth,
I need you to know that you can trust me,
But you hate me.

This isn't you,
And I don't know what to do any more.
You need to come clean,
Or you will lose me.

In Love, I RemainI hold the guitar against me
But I'm afraid it just wont do
No notes that I play could compare
To the symphony that is you

So who is the orchestrator
Of this harmonic elegance
The beauty of which sustains me
With such a lasting resonance

Angels, please sing us a chorus
And paint the clouds so silver lined
May she always dream in colour
And may I always speak in rhyme
One single whispered word from her
Always seems to eclipse my pain
With belief, hope and destiny
Forever in love, I remain

I hold the paintbrush in my hand
Until creative thoughts will cease
But no strokes could ever come close
To your beautiful masterpiece

Ea

Possible Impossibilities .above the heavens oh so dear
i wish to only hold to you near
and kiss those sweet lips Ive never touched
so wrong and yet so right i know
that the time is coming hence
that i shall lean against you breast
and sigh more heartfelt sorrows
downing in the no tomorrow
that is my like and yours to ascribe
and bury our love on the funeral pyre
and make something so real so fake
only to decay and wither away

A love yea; so close to home i say
with my mind all ablaze within
the heat of the fire piled unto my sin
which conjures up a faithful smile
so you can be known
in my heart i hope
that you'll know i am for real
and you are th

Little BirdsLittle birds sing
High notes sprung here
Low notes there
To create
A melody
Like sprinkles on a cake
A rainbow of song
Is released
In those notes
Are hidden meanings
Life's secrets
Children's dreams
Whispers
Tickle our imagination
Like cats' whiskers
And butterfly wings
And still
The little birds sing
Breathing emotion
Into all living beings
Showing their souls
The way
As if we were all
Lost
In a maze
That has captured us
With its enchantments
Delirious incantations
Making up the tune
That forever lasts
Inside our heads
Like an elephant
We never forget
The depths of our past
The tune of our song
That was sho

I bet you cut"I bet you cut yourself," he says and it takes
All of me and more, and there is nothing to take. I laugh
and cry a little inside. Die a little more and smile
"Of course not."

He stares at me and it's like one of those dreams where you're
Naked and I want to shove my guts in my mouth and burn in Heaven,
rip my scalpel through my thigh, throw my skull at a window and let the
Pain in my body overwhelm the pain in my heart.

"I'm joking," he says and I think I should feel bad for him, instead I
Hate him a little. He's grinning and I think about how I'd love to
Carve his face into the Joker.
"I know," I say and I hate myself a little, t

LoveWarm,
Like those little moments together,
when we share a song and a smile.
Your smile is warmth.

Warm,
Like your gleaming brown eyes,
long lashes and round glasses.
Your gaze.

Warm like a summer's day,
with a clear blue sky,
green trees lining the road.

Warm like the sun on my skin,
letting it literally sink in,
this moment is forever.

Warm.
Not having to care,
but caring anyway
because you're alive and here.

Warm,
like a sweater in the snow,
your arms around me.
Like you.

Warm.

Like you.

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The Dancing Conscience

Press your face against the glass.
Let me gaze in at what wonders you could've had.
For your punctured paper conscience
is folded like a secret.
It's strung upon a spinning thread in the center of your chest.
When the tempting winds stir, it pirouettes yet never falls.
And when the frosty fires fold its twisted edges,
stronger it blooms, like a flower in spring.
When the waves of discomfort skim its fragile toes

It makes way... So it can dance.

Good People Good people make mistakes.

Heartbeat Box

I have a single heartbeat
locked and boxed in glass
It's tucked beside my window
and sheltered from the past

I water it quite often
with honeydew and milk
It reaches for the sunshine
with petals pruned of silk

At night It whispers softly
and dances for the moon
It beats in gentle hiccups
and wakes me in the noon

I've bound it on a kite-wire
I've watched it fly away
Too many times it's broken
I should leave it on display

ScatteredI felt like a child on my palms and knees
Fingers sweeping the floorboards
like a beggar searching for scattered marbles.

I will find them all.

Paper Cranes

The tilting creek dipped below
the arches of a wild unfurling hillside
humming in the scented breeze.

There was a child, I remember-
Squatting low at river's waist.
He released a paper-crane
which bent against the flower-foamed waves
in junctures pantomiming a butterfly's sail.

There he sat motionless as the keel and mast
hooked a sharpened silver wind,
guiding it through the river's adverse walls
of rubble and terrain.

I followed it now, bending back autumn trees
and stumbling grainy dunes.
It ducked beneath the shadows of a broken sky
and bound like a fish through rosy churns of liquid sapphire.

Faster I ran, to maintain

Lullaby
Strawberry gambols in parachute vibes
parade through an echoing hall.
Spurning advances of adjacent wires
stretched cross mahogany bow.

The battering hum of the violet decent
made clear a path through my head.
A road trimmed with rhythm and harmonized jewels
lulls us to sleep in our beds.

We dream through the sequence
Til dawn shakes us wide.
Our butterfly eyelashes calm
the creases which rounded the vase of our eyes;
They ached from the light's gentle palm.

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by ~HoldTheNoise, Aug 24, 2012, 1:01:08 PM
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A breeze washed over the shivering hills allowing them to rise and fall like a mothers gentle hush Quieting the sun-rays to curl within the drops of dew and nestle atop the trees catching flight upon a beating butterfly and dispersing amongst spinning auburn creeks. the wind gently tugged at a mass of wild hair Strays unraveling as invisible fingertips danced through the songbirds lullaby. Fingers lost in buttercups and eyes merely resting where the sky meets the earth laughing in colorful shades and spinning in the watery sunset. I have found happiness.

I Found It.by ~HoldTheNoise

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Today I went outside, laid in the center of my driveway, and just stopped trying so hard.

It was a nice change.

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~Czetchy-Ebilmancer Aug 25, 2012 Student General Artist

I lavv it!!! Wonderful!!! I saw two butterflies this morning, but they refused to rest upon my outstretched arm. I did not know what to feel. Was I to feel heartbroken at the thought of their rejection of my action, or was I to feel the awe of seeing nature's wonderful instincts at work? I pondered this as I watched the wind gently shove them over my head, and into the sky, where they would share the joy they unintentionally gave to me.

Anyway, Im sad I dont have a driveway );
Well, i kinda do, but I might get run over by cars. Since the house beside me is a daycare, people park everywhere and one day, they might run over me if I was lying down on my "drive way".

~HoldTheNoise Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Ooh!! I saw a butterfly today too! And sadly it didn't land on my arm either :c But it was still beautiful from a distance

Whoa, living next to a daycare??!! I couldn't do that. If there are three things I hate with a passion in the entirety of this planet, it's Alec Baldwin, the butchering of poetry, and poorly supervized children. I tip my hat to you, sir.

~Czetchy-Ebilmancer Aug 25, 2012 Student General Artist

*bows*

Would I like to meet this Alec Baldwin?
(I do not know who he is)

~HoldTheNoise Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

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~neroda-san Aug 24, 2012

this is really good! id like to see somemore of yur stuff

~HoldTheNoise Aug 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you~!! Please, help yourself~

~silver-ships-fly Aug 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

beautiful

maybe i should lay down in the center of my driveway because all a can write about this month are sad things.
only, i don't have a driveway...
this poem will be my happy inspiration. (:

~HoldTheNoise Aug 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Aww, thank you~!! I'm glad you like it

yeah, I hate those months and the feeling of writing sad poems, but sometimes it really is the best way to vent.
_{(lol What's funny is that we just got out driveway paved this week, so I'm basially in heaven) XD}

~silver-ships-fly Aug 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

it does feel good to vent (:
thanks for the tip

~HoldTheNoise Aug 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Anytime~!

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