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Winter
So cold, dead, tiring...
Death can be chillingly beautiful
the bare trees, so naked but so proud.
The howling wind, unfriendly,
like a slap in the face.
Void of the warmth of a summer day.
Within this cold barren season
lies a sort of beauty.
The diamond droplets falling to earth,
white fluffiness, sparkling,
caressing our skin with their cold kisses.
For a time winter was beautiful
in my eyes.
While I was experiencing it
with a warm happiness.
The snow flakes brought
a smile to my face.
Looking at it all through
rose colored glasses.
Now all that remains is a frozen heart.
The shadow of what once was.
Empty and dead inside.
Wandering around this frozen wasteland
waiting to be found.
Can someone re-awaken this sleeping soul?
Autumn Leaves
Isn't it marvelous?
How beautiful the world is
when you just take a moment and really look.
Beauty lies within the simple
and modest things in life.
Fall is one of my favorite seasons
of the year.
The time when the leaves create
a sort of natural rhythmic dance
as they fall one after the other
to the ground below.
What a treat for ones eyes
as you'd watch the leaves
chase one another in the wind,
something about the carefreeness
of it all relaxes me.
It helps me realize that life
doesn't always have to be so
overwhelming and complex.
Be happy and be you, life is wonderful.

Catch Me When I Fall
When I soar will you soar with me?

Forget the pain of yesterday

and dream!

But what happens when I come crashing back to earth?

What happens when my world starts to fall apart

and I feel so alone,

when the girl who was so strong falls

and all I am shatters in front of you...

when you find me destroyed?

If I reach out for you,

will you be there?

Who will be my shelter, protect me,

and remind me that happiness exists?

Will you shine through my grey days?

Can you still find beauty in a broken thing?



Pouvez-vous trouvez la beauté dans quelque chose cassée?

Fallen yet still magnificent...　


When you've fallen so many times it's frightening

to get back up knowing the next time you fall

will hurt even more

yet you do

you take a chance

to soar for a brief moment

to touch the sky

and know what heaven is like.

I long to fly again,

in time...

The Universe
The moon is so beautiful, see it up in the sky.


She makes me feel so small, she is the night

- all mysterious and seductive.

Looking at the stars leaves one with the feeling

of awe and insignificance.

To think the time it takes for the light of the stars

to reach us, they're already dead.

The energy source, life force of those stars

have died out.

Leaving one to ponder their own role in this

vast and marvelous universe.

And to think what drives us everyday, something

as trivial as love, yet something we'd search

the universe to find.

That one. The one that makes you feel like you

are the universe. One who makes you feel more

beautiful than the moon, more special than the stars.

The one that makes life better by being there, a reason

to smile everyday. A reason to love life.

Like day and night, two equal pieces of one.


That's beautiful.

Why have you broken up the lines?

It's what you do with free verse, you break up the lines in certain spots to create emphasis.

I like the poems
I've never been good at analyzing stuff but i still think it sounds beutiful

Thank you very much.

No, it's unnatural; it's wrong_-__I_0o-__T)hat's kcufing DEATH that's what it should Be.th ddylai bod. Fod yn. Fod yn.

Words should be arranged in paragraphs, not lines; lines as strict categoric pillars of civilised numerical banking DEATH, paragraphs as tiny pockets of greengreen LIFE.

Stress should come from PRESSURE not isolation.

The stress is because I'm afraid to open up because of my past and so I drive myself crazy. I get stressed from all the different parts of my life demanding a piece of me. It's hard to explain but I was in a state where I was insecure.

I feel broken because I've been in a foster home since I was four and in that foster home I was abused. I was also bullied at school at the same time. These things kind of chipped away at my self esteem. Today, even though I have gained more confidence and am out of that home there are still times when I feel insecure.

Broken things are only beautiful from a (safe) distance.

whats that supposed to mean?