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All artists are the same
It doesn't matter if you're a writer, a painter, a singer, a dancer or anything else-you are an artist. And as one you sometimes feel misunderstood and pushed away because you can do something that other people can't When actually you are just expressing yourself the only way you can.
It's lonely being and artist
You always live with a pain that no one knows about because no one will understand it. The deepness of your soul is scary for the average man so you are better off alone. And yet you yearn for someone to come and save you from the darkness of yourself and become your pure, lovely inspiration.
The works of art
You experience a very deep feeling (love, loss, happiness, sorrow, joy, sadness, etc.) and you just need to express it somehow. So what you do is: by using your talent and isolating yourself somewhere far away from the world. That's when and where you turn your emotion into something beautiful and amazing so tha
A simple man I am
unknown and ordinary.
But I know that you'll hear my voice
that speaks in rhymes.
True friends-I have only two
an empty paper sheet and a pen.
But they are bigger than a crew
and have their own pleasant voice.
I create with them new worlds
different and maybe interesting.
I leave the reader to find them
even though it isn't easy.
I often talk about my feelings
and my white soul I reveal.
Different stories I tell
hoping that at least one will like them.
Some will say: "This is written for me"
others will simply forget about it.
Most people will laugh at me I know
and I'll be facing a new war.
But critics will always exist
their race will always be here.
My idea will become reality
and the race will spread evil elsewhere.
The mark of mine will not disappear
even when nothing but ashes are left form me.
A word I wrote someone will read
and like a phoenix I will fly again.
This is the poet's fate
a little lonely perhaps
But there are so many beauties
that he can giv
I sit in my room alone
Thinking of my fate
A single red rose was the company of mine
And with her I shared all of my desires
I told her a lot about the love
And how it was my greatest wish
And how I wish someone's arms
To be gently holding my heart
I lived with no date and time
But the rose shared this burden of mine
Even though the year was passing
The rose was blooming-not dying
Like she was sent from the Gods above
So we won't be slowly fading
Immortal she was made
And I am sure the other flowers are ashamed
But it came a day that I found love
Pure beauty she was
It felt like I was drugged
And I felt pain no more
The rose I left in my past
I was happy about my future
Love gave me wings of joy
So who said that I can't fly
The lonely room I locked forever
And the memories of her I buried
The beautiful rose I left there too
And about her I forgot
Hand in hand me and the love
Saw the beauties of the world
This joy for me lasts forever
Even if it sounds a bit cliché
In a world of lies and betrayal
In a world of loneliness and pain
In a world without love and friendship
In a world without beauty and grace
Here where happiness does not exist
Here where every temple is destroyed
Here where everyone criticizes
Here where you're all alone
This is a cursed place
This is one hell of penalty
This is something that everyone knows
This is murder of hope
Welcome to your biggest nightmare
Welcome to the city of sins
Welcome to the world that kicks you when you're down
Welcome to Hell itself
Goodbye My Heart
Forget about the passion
Close yourself within
The flame is gone
Killed from a fate so cruel
Only pain is here now
A deep wound lies open
Be quiet you broken heart of mine
Quiet! Don't waste a beat
Leave me alone in the silence
Don't open the door
Don't let the light in
Leave me here in the ashes
In the remains of our love
Forget about me now
Lose yourself in the world
Go, heart of mine
Don't lay a hand on me
Run and never look back
And to me never come back
And in the dark of day
I leave myself to my dreams
I will never wake again
Not today or ever again
A last tear drops from my eye
And last word I speak
"I love you"-they where
Goodbye, heart of mine
It's NotIt's not the lipstick gloss
that makes a kiss
the warm pulse beating through
It's not their size
but the words they whisper,
It's not the color
nor the length
nor the glint
of her hair
that makes her special
it is her smile
in the falling rain
reflecting the joy
of yet another Spring,
It's not the time
she spent getting beautiful
that makes her so
but in fact
it is the hours
she was besides my bed
when I was sick
and in fact
it is the minutes
I could hear her breathe
in my embrace
AND in fact
it is the seconds
I saw her cry
(out of happiness)
Because she's beautiful.
It's not the clothes,
nor the jewellery,
nor the colored nails,
nor the drawn-in brows,
nor the words she says
to other people,
and neither it is
It is her mind
that entertains my poems,
it is her charm
that paints my cheeks
and averts my shy eyes from her
It is her soul,
that I love.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
The Origins Of The Ice Queen (Story)
As the Duke slammed into the cold, hard ground, Elsa knew that she had only made the accusations worse. As the fear began to consume her she ran out of the castle's huge, wooden gates, her breath increasing in speed and intensity the whole time. She heard a familiar voice shout after her. "Elsa! Wait!" It was her sister Anna. She was 2 years younger than Elsa and had a beautiful young face with a rosy complexion and had strawberry blonde hair with a white highlight in it. She wore a green and black royal gown with a flowery pattern over the torso. It was perfect for the coronation that had taken place that day. However, it was not so perfect for chasing the new Queen. "Elsa please! Stop!" Anna shouted at her terrified sister. Elsa started to sprint even faster now, she flicked her wrist and created an icy path in an attempt to slow down her ever worrying sister. Anna slipped and fell onto her behind. She let out a small yelp as she sat, stunned for a moment. She looked up and saw Elsa
SIRENNeath the woe of Ulysses' blood and toil,
A sea of heavenly-fury once awaken'd
Her gaze clad in honey’d delirium ablaze
Of such beauteous prize, he shall yield;
For her tongue hath seized mortal desire
And lo the Moons’ glory shall weep in vain!
Journey’s of madness sung with promise;
— A rising tempest hurl'd to Hades reign
Oceanic rhythms untwine love forbidden,
Breaking the mists of insatiable dreams
The Sirens call ebbed like darkness falling;
Her lust bleeding into the mythic abyss ..
His anguish bestow'd the folding tides,
Unto their lips would perish in mystery
Deeper jewel'd the haunting of his soul,
Forsaken to the ink of Orpheus' muse.
And ghostly twilight shone low and pale,
O’er the hum of those ethereal seas
Long wherest his heart shall forever sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
SevenEach day is a new struggle.
Each day is an uphill fight.
I go out, and I wage war against them,
And I lose.
Then I come home,
Beaten and bruised,
They won the last one,
They'll win the next.
They'l win all the rest,
Until I'm finally dead.
But I am a warrior,
And one who will protect,
One who will serve,
Until his dying breath.
And why do I go out each day?
Why dawn my dented armor?
Because I know what I'm fighting for.
And though they may have victory,
And the sparkling spoils of war...
I have you,
And that is enough
To make me get out of bed each day,
To walk out the door,
To draw my sword and fight them,
To come home beaten yet once more;
But then I see your face
And I know I'd go through it all again
If it meant I won your love,
If it meant your affection.
For you I would fight this many battles:
Seven times seven times seven.
Sexual TensionI see the lust in his eyes,
a whirlwind of locked desire,
looking for a way to be unleashed
There's hidden intentions in all he does
He's always finding an opportunity
for our skins to touch
I want him to cross the line
I want to feel what he feels
I don't want to be forbidden anymore
I want to be his sweet meal
To feel different hands on my body
would awaken what I've been trying to hide
The fact that I want him to take me
I can no longer deny
I wish I could touch his body,
feel him up with my hands;
rub myself against him,
do his every command
Songs“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?”
Those aren't my words, what can I say?
Your laugh, your smile, your way with words,
Your song is borrowed by the birds…
The Voice of HeavenThe sweetest music fills the atmosphere
The voice of heaven itself
Surfing on waves of air
Sound so pleasant, beyond orgasmic
Listen to the subtle facets of its audible splendor
Every measure, every crescendo, every lick
Everyone is savored
Never have ears been so graced
Graced by such a precious lullaby
Transcendent silvery tones caress the soul
Knees begin to buckle
Everything fades in haunting mist
Oh, harmonious ballad!
The notes sparkle along their silky path
So smooth, so lovely
Sing them forever
Sing sweet love,
Your beautiful heart let shine!
Light up the darkness
Play your songs again and again
Play your songs in my heart
In the heart you've captured and chained to yours
If only everyone could know their magick
Those notes will resonate in me til I die and ever after
I love you, voice of heaven
RadianceHer hair is like gold
Framing a radiant face
That makes the sun jealous
Her eyes are pools of mercury
Deep and entrancing
Giving everyone pause
Her smile shines like the stars
Brightening any dark day
With a laugh clean as crystal
How proud I am to call her mine
As she calls me hers
From here on and ever
Don't you think that I'm in love with her now
She's just another face in the crowd
Even though she has a beautiful voice
But still she's someone that I don't know!
Living in her own-made up world
Dark and secret, for everybody out of reach
If you come close, she goes totally anarchic
How can I get to know her?
She's always so dissatisfied
Does not like anybody's good heart
And I pray here to every God I know
To give her a bit of decency!
But those eyes of hers-blue
Deep, expressive, so beautiful
Hairs-no so long but quite charming
And you can feel the ecstasy
Obsessed with this beauty
And you want her just for yourself, even for a hour
In an intimate way
Oh, my friend unknown,
Maybe your words aren't really lies
It seems I'm dragged in this circle with no end
And without her my heart will never mend.
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