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The Dream GuardianA beauty- in her own world
Roaming… a blue jay between two skies
Freedom carved in the feathers of her wings
Her name was sung and played on strings

Country folks knit stories about her
The savior of dreamers upon clouds
Rainbow paths to get them laughing
Paints and brushes in her hands

Wonder is what her colors do
Creates new music in the air
Paints the sky a brilliant blue
Daisies seem a fresher white
Weaving dreams in brighter hues

Gaze around your vivid nights
Whispering her precious myths
Incandescent, intensely bright
One violet star –the nomad, through
…our fantasies

MemoriaA battle they don’t see
The war of memory
The struggle to suppress
These seconds of duress

Along with these moments
Longing for lost enchantments
Wishing to forget
To get lost in the net

Then this tale could fade
Slip into a dark shade
Giving us another chance
Another try at our dance

If memory was merciful
We would simply forget
And if time was remorseful
Regret and hope could offset

We could get lost in the glory
We could live another story
Without painful memory
Connecting you to me

Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.
The truth is that I want to die.

"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"

"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse

"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.

"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.

"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.

All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?

UntitledSomewhere in the forest
A wolf cries to the moon
So I begin to ponder
Alone here in my room
As to what the wolf is after
When it calls out to the moon
I think I thought of something
But I fell asleep too soon.

Learning to LoveI'm a blissful dove painting the sky blue as I fly through,

and a sorrowful sparrow who paints the night black only to sing to the stars,

a lamentful song while the moon sits and observes in silence.

Sometimes my heart is a ocean, serene and calm as I drift along the waves,

and others I am drowning in a typhoon of bitter black muck,

in which swimming to the surface is a battle taken pridefully.

I've seen double rainbows grace a wet sky in hues of purple and blue,

and I've also seen tornado laden nights which are hard to see through,

While I patiently wait for the sun to once again shine through.

I have memories that haunt ghosts and

Distant AdmirersWe stare at each other
through a crystal screen,
eyes set in a yearning gaze.
And in the solemn hour
we relentlessly dream,
imagining that very day...

When we finally meet
in an authentic embrace,
finding each other's heart.
In the midst of a kiss
with a honeysuckle taste,
never wandering apart.

But until the time arrives
to break past the blue,
we'll continue to dream.
Forever pondering o'er
the presence of you
beyond the crystal screen.

The Path to NowhereWhen love holds no thrill
and death has no sting,
When your darkest dreams
live in daylight,

If you question your character
and find yourself lacking,
If you collapse at the day's end
and hope it will be your last,

Know that I am here with you,
and the swarmy clouds of night
shed tears on traveled souls,

We are headed for the path
that leads nowhere.
Hold my hand; hold your head.
Walk with me into the lake.

A Lover's GemFor you my heart always yearns,
like a burning amethyst deep within.
You're the jewel kindling in my eyes,
revealing oracles of true love again.

Among your light chestnut skin,
my soul embraces your luring smile.
Breaking every faint touch of doubt,
I drift in your essence for a while.

You're the sensuous oriental breath
that keeps me warm in the night.
You're the vibrant gleaming star
that helps me through life's flight.

You're the sweetest taste of rain
that one could ever hope to see.
You're that exclusive kind of gem
that means all the world to me.

The GiftBlessed are we for all our works,
if even only one is heard,

purely, that it might inspire,
the written word of another's fire.

For from the lips words oft taste sweet,
alas, like fragments, left incomplete.

Though the heart they truly warm,
'tis by a new creation born

when love is shared, and love returned,
the infinite flame - the soul - doth burn.

Severed SkinGentle red
Fading.
Soaked in
With the clotting
Heat.
Everyone loses
Skin,
No rewards
For the great risk.
Lingering
On the deck,
In solemn prayer,
Hoping the next call brings
Comfort,
I try to stop
The rapid rotation.
I never knew a stranger
So well,
As I know you.
Everyone loses
Skin.
My words touch
The cold tones
Ripping,
Through the unanswered phone.
Breaking to clutch,
Your camaraderie slipping
Into darkness.
Everyone loses
Skin,
But don't cut loose
Just yet.

Silent LoveI see through the windows of your soul
And although the silence has never been broken
And the words have never been spoken
Your eyes tell me all.

I never did feel as comfortable as I did with you
I know you felt good, too.
I won't forget your eyes open wide
To the beauty of a sunset tide.

When I needed you, you were always by my side
In the dark you were my guide
The best friend I could have,
You always had me in awe.

But your eyes, they warned me that friendship is all you could give,
I never thought you wouldn't forgive.
Now I spill my sorrow in room of black
But that won't bring you back.

The silence has been broken
And the words have

Music is throughSoft keys give way to your feather light fingers
Paper-thin cuts rock and ivory like half-molten butter
but you
(you and the barely-there tap of your nails, the eerie clicks that do not echo but nonetheless linger)
convince it to sound like
a voluntary death, a willing surrender,
instead of mere sweet murder

Perhaps you have put this same spell over me
You’d play; I’d listen,
Sitting enchanted and near enough to see how the light breaks on your hair the same way your fingers build and break,
Create and abandon
Cherish and spurn like overstrained lovers

Your favourite was the fresh twitter of staccato notes
Mine, t

i'm not an artistwe do not belong in boxes
and bags and books or
words,
and we do not sit contently
in wordsworth and shakespeare
and blake, burns, and brownings
or in the cold stiff bones
of raleigh's of long ago;

no--

we infect,
detect, and re-select
a virus--a disease,
a germ in every verse and line;
the first signs of
foolish waitings under
bridges and scolding parents
and melodrama
and nothing to signify at all

yet--

we are the blood of nations
and the heart of men
and the love of every
rhetorist and sentimist
to come;
we dance through the ballrooms of
the age and chat with
higher minds
we shake hands with heros
and the homeless, dirty
type

To Be AliveI want to fall into the wind
and caress the velvet sky
as I take this soul within
and teach it how to fly.

Amid the fire and the rain,
I want to bathe in the light
as I let my tears escape
and fade into the night.

And I want to know how it feels
to be A L I V E.

I want to brush against the sea
and hear the angels resound
as I let this heart be free
to the chorus around.

Amid the stars and the moon,
I want to bathe in the light
until I waken by noon
and begin my true flight.

And I want to know how it feels
to be A L I V E.

'Cause without life, we're not only dead,
but astray from the hope inside our heads.
No, if we w

I'm sick.I'm sick.
You just cant see it
as its hiding in my mind.
Slithering through my veins
as it tars my withered lungs.
There are monsters
but not in closets
or hidden under the bed.
They are the ghosts
of past regrets
and scars left unhealed.
It hurts
I just don't show it
as I smile to let you know
that I am 'ok'
even if on the inside
I am not.
I'm scared.
That you will notice
and leave me
all alone.

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I Can't Sleep.

by *EveDaniels, Feb 24, 2013, 6:54:00 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Jealousy overtakes me
To the point where I can’t breathe
But I don’t want to breathe
Save me

I’m filled with hate
And I don’t want to be
But I am
And it helps me breathe.

My love is the fuel
To this fire
And for the sake of love
Get me to see the truth

I know the truth
But I can’t think
Only feel
Emotions never cared about logic

Help me
I scream to myself
It has to be me
No one else can help me

I’m stuck in denial
Like a paradox
Now I think I’m okay
But I’m not.

Why can’t I see what you mean?
Why can’t I hear your words?
Why can’t I believe?
Open my eyes…

Make me breathe
In your words
And forget my own
I say to myself.

I Can't Sleep.by *EveDaniels

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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~Mysterygirl98 Jun 2, 2013

Wow... I can't relate to this but a lot of my friends can. And even though I can't relate this really sticks out. It's beautiful and well written. You're a brilliant writer, and I wish the very best of luck to you in your future as a profetional writer

~ShadowZerro2 Apr 25, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

While I see your displacement of self to express your logical thoughts to your emotional self, it feels like something is missing. Though I do like the poem. I can relate completely.

*sApPH1repo3t Mar 24, 2013

Great job I love your use of strong imagery!

!NintendoNekoo Feb 26, 2013 Digital Artist

You've become so popular o.o ugh I love you. don't forget the little people. ;w;

*EveDaniels Feb 26, 2013 Student General Artist

well I don't know about the little people but I never could forget my best friend cx and shhh just this one poem like went bigger than my others for some reason cx

!NintendoNekoo Feb 27, 2013 Digital Artist

BECAUSE IT'S AMAZZZINGGGGGGGGG
and ;w; <3

*EveDaniels Feb 27, 2013 Student General Artist

like you c; ammazing girl!

~Hyles Feb 24, 2013

Angsty teens. Angsty teens, everywhere.

*EveDaniels Feb 25, 2013 Student General Artist

I found one. c:

*EveDaniels Feb 25, 2013 Student General Artist

Ohh no no no! I meant I found the emoticon for angsty. In the first comment I left to your comment I said, "I tried to find an emoticon for angst. I did not, but the entire rage section had it down haha. c:" but then I did find an angst emoticon so I sent another comment saying I found one. Not trying to imply you are an angsty teen c:

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