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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.

Paradise LostMan cannot understand how much he truly has,
Until that which he holds most dear to his heart,
Is stolen from him, never to be seen again.

Man will never realize the consequences of his actions,
Until he makes a single mistake that ruins his life,
And the guilt eats away at his soul.

Man is incapable of knowing love,
Until his heart has been broken,
Therefore allowing him to understand loss.

Man will take everything for granted,
Until the occult hand of fate swoops from the heavens,
And snatches away all that he owns.

Man can never appreciate happiness,
Until he is overwhelmed with grief.

Open EyesI want mountains to tickle my shoulder blades
and make me giggle.
I want to wear sunshine like a scarf;
To spend days hanging onto each of
your words
in turn,
tasting them like clouds taste
lightning

Plucking PetalsI stand on the edge of the sea,
plucking petals from the flower
in my hands
wondering:
as they fall and
drift out to sea-
will they bring my true love to me?

Dear GirlIf one wish you have, could define you,
And if that wish, was one pure thing in your life,
And if you waited for that wish for years,
And it didn't get fulfilled,
Would you feel it when you met it one day?

Unanswered LoveRip out my heart and rid me of this madness,
Love causes nothing but sadness.
My admiration for you no one predicted,
By your gaze for years I’m convicted.

I'm acting like a fool because of you.
People think I’m crazy; they don’t have a clue,
That I gave my soul to you,
But now I do not know what to do.

Far away in the Caucasian mountains,
Words hit from my pen like thousand fountains,
To you they want to tell my tale,
Alas to reach you they always fail.

My existence to you is unknown,
No one cares about me, I’m alone,
No matter what, to write to you I attempt,
But struggle is useless to my contempt.

I’m a peasant, you’re a queen,
I’m lucky that you’re face I’ve seen.
With hair made of pure gold,
About which legends have told,
With sky blue eyes,
In front of which no man can himself disguise,
For an in eternity my mind you cursed,
This feeling inside me burst,
Among all things unanswered love is

The Hottest 30 DaysThe traffic never bothered him until he had nowhere to go.
It took two hours to get across town and he forgot the applications.

There wasn't snow on the ground, so he pulled over
and parked in a tow away zone. He walked around
the center of that city and thought about his father standing in line
with him at the Hartford shopping mall twenty seven years earlier
in the town where he grew up.
Middle-nowhere, Illinois.

It's Christmas time and all of the other children are
pissing themselves with anticipation.
Over the scent of plastic evergreens and candy canes,
his father still smells like motor oil and top shelf bourbon.

The

EagleHow would it feel to fly high through the sky?
No worries and feeling lighter than a fly
Looking down on the world
Just waiting for the future to unfold

The eagle flies high and free
Over land and over sea
Not a thing on your mind
Being taken away by the wind

It flies gracefully through the sky
And all I can do is sigh
It leaves the world in peace
So why can't we leave the world in peace?

Don't just leave a better world for the humans
But for the other forms of life as well

RebirthThe ravage comes to plea defeat,
Pride's old throne, an empty seat.
Once inked paper now found bare,
As my muse's whispers now turn rare.

Questions sent to looming corners,
Treading blindly to tear down barriers.
I must look like the losing warrior,
Thrust in battle without an armor.

Inspirations seeped from dry wells,
Like squeezing flame from a million hells.
The spill of flow embedded in night,
My soul's sanctuary trapped in fright.

The stars of hope flicker far,
Watching me grovel in this hour.
A fool I was to deafly pretend,
A blank canvas would never descend.

Yet in these spells of solid bind,
Are plenty gold and treasu

She asked for an explanation, she won't see itSo, I'm back here again
I thought another visit to my writing desk
Would make it easier to remember
Exactly why I wanted to forget you

The ink spills onto paper, forming words
It can't reflect
The black and white you invoke in me
Or even the shades of grey.

But, see, there's the problem
I'm not black and white
or some mix thereof
I'm a darker blue than dusk's sky
A brighter green than the leaves outside
A deeper red than the slash on my arm
After all, being monochromatic only
Brings out the colors that people despise
But I digress. This was supposed to be an explanation
Or maybe confession is a better term

So many

Are You Missing"Are you missing
anything?",
she sighed

-as she watched
the snow-ghosts
at night
with her hands
on the frozen
glass, leaving
fog prints
that pressed
and reached.

-as he sat quietly,
breathing in
that summer
rain.

InsomniaA miniature moon floats sleepily
atop my open window;
a drifting continent sifting
over shivering tree tops.
Watery clouds explore along the
broken crest of atoms,
fingers rolling in the shadows
of its dimensions.
My skewed sight steadily begins to
repaint the scattered stars and
one by one like raindrops,
they burst across the sky
Breathing down in thoughtful shafts
upon the inside of my eyelids.
I'm thankful to be an insomniac.

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.

Actress
Luxurious lies dropped in
sparks from her lips
like the last cigarette of the day.
With fine slender nails
she unfurled rolls of red
like match striking breath to a flame.

She slithers her way
through a slicked inky gown
with eyes trimmed in frosting of gold.
Her rose pedal lips
bloomed above whitened fangs.
Rehearsing the lines she was told.

She spends her days spinning
within a glass box
reinventing new ways to perform.
Checking off names
of the public she mocks
While sliding their tongues across thorns.

The actress, the mask,
the palm of your hand
hearts opening now and again.
Her mind is a slate;
a canvas

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Human Nature When you are young,
they will treat you with the softness of spring.
They will guide you through the winter winds and
over snowy hills, admiring the brilliance of your
midday innocence; pulling daisies from the earth
just to place them in your hair. And they will
whisper to each other of how beautiful you are.
When you grow older,
they will treat you with the indifferences of autumn.
They will urge you from the complacency of your own
fleeting fulfillments, and they will watch your
brilliance fade with the swiftness of the sky. You
will shed your fragile childhood with the colors of
the trees, and you will learn to face

SadnessSadness had always been an active resident in the places I had lived.
It swelled and breathed and scented the breeze like the dying petals of spring,
floating through open windowpanes and settling like dust on the empty shelves.
Sometimes it just appeared without visible entry like the cobwebs that roost in those corners you had thought so clean just a day ago. Or it unraveled in the morning dew and graced the cold spring skies, scattered like hundreds of wandering stars only visible in the light of a window.

It would melt into my morning tea, cooling the little tornadoes of cream and sugar that spun around my spoon and it would pass behi

October EyesSuch gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.

Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.

Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,
Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.

With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,
The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.

UntitledThere was something of the night, she would say, which had always frightened her.
It wasn't the moonless shadows or the strange prolixity of sounds, but the way the skyline would shatter just beyond the city's crest, as if proving to her childish mind that nothing is truly limitless. Not even the sky.

Flitting heartbeat, sparrow high,
twisting round the mountain's eye,
tracing breath of shattered skies
and filling velvet palms.

Falling sparrow, cry of stone,
wings of mist and powder bone
sipping, slipping from thy throne
within their crimson throng.

Treading now, beneath the clouds
As what was once so heaven bound
now falling, falling, to the ground
And singing silent songs.

Fly no more, above the arcs
singing side thy fellow Larks
curl beneath their shadows dark
and sing your silent songs.

Your flitting heartbeat, Sparrow high,
now sings of silent songs.

Agoraphobic
He would often catch the coursers of a newly printed page
or lock upon the wingspan of departing poetry.

But once the years corroded and the pages crumbled,
fantasizing was no longer enough

Soon he found that these shallow fabrications had all the depth
of a black and white page.

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by ~HoldTheNoise, Aug 6, 2012, 6:29:41 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

a rainbow spectrum of soft bruises nestles in the space between her fingertips and heartbeat. a silent reminder of all the nights she spent in the solitude of your company.

Soakedby ~HoldTheNoise

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~HoldTheNoise

Been doing a lot of free verse lately....
_{I promise I'll get back to rhyming soon!!

Just.....just let me savor this a little while longer Cx}

Poem © Sadee Esquivel

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*DireWolfwere Aug 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

oh I love free verse, this one is beautiful <3 I'm probably interpreting this totally wrong like I usually do buuuuuut it makes me think of a person who is abused and so the abuser's company really isn't company at all x:

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Mood: Love

~samoholic Aug 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

OMG, I was listing to Rihanna & Eminem I Love the way You Lie and well, I know how to not let the things I'm listening to not affect what I'm reading. But I totally picked up the abuse in this poem.

OMG, and I was being to think I couldn't understand some really adult/mature quality Poetry.

I should read up on it though, because I would really like to enjoy Poetry more.

I love this, great job!

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*DireWolfwere Aug 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

hahaha I think you replied to the wrong person^^
I love this poem too^^

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~samoholic Aug 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well, yeah, but I really did and did not. Does that make sense? I was replying to yours because I had a similar thought about it. I hope the author still gets notice.

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*DireWolfwere Aug 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

ohhh yeah I understand^^
I'm pretty sure the artist only gets the message if you reply or comment on her own posts though :/

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~samoholic Aug 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

aww crap. lol

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Mood: Love

~HoldTheNoise Aug 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Dude!! Yes!! You totally got it

_{I think you may be the first x)}

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*DireWolfwere Aug 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

omg yay

this is a first for me

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~HoldTheNoise Aug 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

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~kaIoth Aug 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I rather enjoy the picture it pains in your mind.

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