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LifeLife is quite simple,
but we humans insist on
complicating it.

LifeLife,
what is it?

Is it...
lies,
the pain,
destruction,
losing,
.....death?

Its been said,
life sucks.
For many.....
and it hurts.

The ones that lost a parent,
there heart was torn away....
What is she to do?

The one that changed to home schooling...
She has problems with friends.
Now she cant find any......

The one who's friends are now doing drugs,
There losing close friends......
They change to,
smoking and alcohol

The one that is alone most of the time.
He is only known mostly threw the net....
Other than that he's really unknown....
What's he to do?

The one that almost died.....
I don't have to say any mor

Life is...Sometimes I wonder: what am I?
I look at the stars and feel very small;
just a tiny consciousness.
But if I were as tall as a planet,
I would still be short in comparison to the universe.

I see a person twice my size
and I feel weak and fragile.
But if I were strong and powerful,
I would still not be invincible.

I see a painting by the hand of a genius,
and I feel inexperienced and ignorant.
But if I were the greatest artist alive,
it would not make me love what I do any more or less.

I see blood, running from the wound of another,
and I feel a chilling fear from deep within.
But if I walked this earth with bravery,
it would n

LifeI’ve seen the world with these two eyes.
A movie played inside my mind.
I’ve traveled the seas in half the time
Without ever leaving home.

I’ve spread my wings but didn’t fly
I’ve touched heaven, but I didn’t die
Had the chance to ask God why
Without ever receiving an answer.

I’ve count the stars and made to ten
Lost track and had to start again.
People laughed, but that’s how we make friends
Without ever knowing their name.

I’ve loved completely and watched them leave
I tell the story—some don’t believe
Let them go or did you flee?
Without seeing what tomorrow brings.

I&#

my lifePeople don't want me to be me,
so they force me to be the person they want to see.
they don't see that their effect was reversed
or that my breaking point has been traversed.

I feel as though my mind is slowly being erraticated
and my once strong body painfully mutilated.
because of my affiliations,
i have suffered through many tribulations.

I want to just lay down and die
and let my soul drift towards the sky.
but i know it's not my time quite yet,
for i still have goals that need to be met.

So until i finish my final task,
a little peace is all i ask.
i do not wish to cause any strife,
i just want you to get out of MY LIFE!!!

LifeMy heart is falling,
Knees are shaking,
Eyes are wondering,
Mind is crawling,
Back of the line just like always,
No ones cares,
My eyes are bawling,
Life can bring sadness, joy, or pain,
But all i know is that it can stain,
Stain your heart and stain your soul,
Can change your idea of all you know.

LifeLife

What is life?
I don't know.
Life is just…life.
It starts, and it ends.
But what is it like?
It's not like time. Time cannot be stopped. Life can.
Yet, it's like a river. Rivers can be controlled. Life can be controlled.
So is life like a river? Nah.
It's not like a river, and it's not like time…
What is life? What is it like?
Well, I'd say…
Life is whatever you want it to be. Good or bad.
No one else can make you change how your life is except you.
The question now is…
What DO you want it to be?
It's your choice. Make it a good one.

HappyYou don't have to be happy to read this
You don't have to be happy to smile
So ask someone
Are you happy?

Give them a hug
No matter their mood
Tell them you love them
Even if you don't

Spread the happiness
The feeling of being cared for
Spread the love
To even your worst enemies

No matter who they are
They still need to be loved

Go out there and give some hugs
Give a real smile
Say a few kind words
But mostly

Please people
Just spread the happy

SadRight now I sit and watch as sadness shows from more then one friend. I try to let myself be cheerful, but sadness spreads through me like a disease. Sad is what I feel when you are sad, it's what I feel because you feel the sadness through and through. I feel sad that I cannot help you. I feel as though I'm not a true friend. True friends should be able to fix things like this. To cheer you up even when you're hurting. I don't expect you to show me a smiling mask. I don't expect you to cheer up just for my benefit. I won't ask you to change just for me. I will hope and pray that soon, someday, your days will become brighter, happier. Like yo

Sad Poem No. 2Being human,
we all make mistakes,
some more than others,
faith begins to break,
the ones you trusted most,
just bring you more pain,
cruel and unfeeling,
life will never be the same,

the unending cycle,
starting from a stab,
leaves a wound bleeding,
scars unnoticed,
unsaid

The Truth to LifeDo we have a purpose, is a question one will often ask
Is there a higher power out there, some greater task
The truth will hurt many, not only a few
People have a hard time dealing with that which is true
There is nothing greater that watches your back
Deal with it, stop crying and build your own stack
You are responsible for the life that you lead
It is not someone else's fault when you don't get what you need
If one wants the stars, they must be grabbed by one's own hand
Nothing in life is freely given there is no promised land

So the question remains, why are we here
For those without faith, the answer is painfully clear
We liv

44Buzele tale au gust de soare
de ploaie de vară caldă la mare
de zâmbet de stele, de dor si de zbor
de valuri grăbite bătând din picior
de briza, de lacrimi de cer si de lună
de vise de munte ţinute in mână
de piele iubită şi-apoi neatinsă
de flacără arsă batrană aprinsă
de ieri si de azi si de mâine târziu
de tot ce-i frumos si de tot ce mai ştiu.
Buzele tale au gust de fericire.

Eterna dezamagire IVEterna dezamăgire - Povestea (ultima parte)

E trist
să vezi cum se alege praful
grăunte cu grăunte
din tot ce ai creat.
E greu
să-ţi răbufnească of-ul
când după o vreme
te-ntorci de unde ai plecat ...

Azi sunt defect!
În mine urlă
ai satanei discipoli
după înflăcărare ...
Sufletu-mi chinuie
şi cere îndurare
însă instinctu-mi sadic
mă îmbie spre păcat .

CU CE-AM GREŞIT ?
Cu zgârieturi de cărbune
acum te rog să-mi spui!
Căci eu stârpind
defecte şi iluzii greţoase
şi

Femeia Floare.

fularul noptii
cazut ca macul
intr-un vant tacut
crispat de evantaie
dezlegate de gaturi
sufocate

cand iti ridici instelata ochii
cum plang malurile ninse
inghetate-n cusaturi cizelate
stirbite-n luciri desfranate

iar sub pielea lucioasa
molecule calde
par ramurile unei frunze vii
inrostite spre varf de sange
sange cu care descrii

dezlegata sub arbori
de paianjeni
unde sclipirile
par perle cristalizate-n spatiu timp
luni micute cu fluturi patimasi

inima inmarmorata
albeste un craniu straniu
de dinozaur muribund
atingandu-te-n gand

si din ploaia licarinda
si din fire de sange
se desprinde
un sir nebulos infumur

Dragostea-i o petalaDragostea-i o petală numită "Infinit"

Voi n-ați știut să mă păstrați,
Un trandafir de câmp pierdut,
De timp prea repede aflat,
În cartea veche la presat,
Ca pe-o frumoasă amintire.

Să fiu cumva de un copil descoperit
Și toți să-și amintească
De-acel suras, tot de copil,
De zâmbetul ceresc ce-avea să fugă spre zenit,
Fara ca nimeni să socoate
C-a incalcat vreun jurământ.
Și el timid.
Și el infrigurat.

Materia moare-acum,
Materia se dizolvă-n nori ce-ți vor urma fără să pună întrebar

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Life is ..

by ~Punk-cabaret-girl, Oct 21, 2006, 2:15:05 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

Life is …

Life is the space between your ears,
Life is the song that no one hears,
Life is the place that only you know,
Life is the grass growing through snow,
Life is the touch of a lover’s hand,
Life is a castle melting in sand,
Life is the laugh that’s stuck in your throat
Life is a poem that god wrote
Life is the shiver on a warm night,
Life is like death, only not quite.