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(I just wrote "Broken Wings" like...Five minutes ago. It goes with "You Set Me Free" by Tanja Sarmiento. These both matched with my moods today and a few days ago. "You Set Me Free" was when I was happy, and "Broken Wings" is now, because I feel ignored and hated by the one I love.)


You Set Me Free
by Tanja Sarmiento

Never once have I experienced this...
This feeling inside me.
I feel so alive...
So free.

I can smile without trying.
I can gaze at the world,
and realize the beauty.
I can stand up tall
And never once fall.

I feel as if I have wings...
Wings you granted me.
I feel like I can spread them
And just take flight.

Do you understand what you mean to me?
Do you see what you've done to me?
Do you realize how happy you make me?
Boy, you set me free.

I can sprout my wings;
Spread them wide;
Jump into the air-
And fly.

Because...
You set me free.

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Broken Wings
By Lilbakajapanesegirl
~4/27/06~
These wings you granted
The ones you gave to me.
They're falling apart,
You can't believe what you can't see.

You no longer look me in the eye,
Nor do you even say hello.
No more attention comes my way,
So how would you know?

My wings are being crushed,
and you don't seem to care.
Would you even notice,
If I were no longer there?

My wings are now gone,
And I can no longer fly.
Each feather falls one by one,
I cannot touch the sky.

Won't you take notice,
To all the little things?
Believe me when I say sorry,
And fix my broken wings.

Those poems to be honest with you, those poems aren't very nice, sorry to be so blunt. Well I suppose they rhyme.

I can do poetry!

I really like pie!
Pie is my fuel for living!
Pie, wonderful pie.

Apple pie, best pie.
The best pie in the whole world.
Apple pie is best.

Meat pie, tasty pie.
Great pie, finest pie, no lie.
That is the meat pie.

Pie, so much to say.
Wonderful, and so tasty.
Best food in the world.

There, I rule at haikuing.

(I found this poem in a book I had, and realized how much it related to me. This is now one of my favorites.)

Please Hear What I'm Not Saying
By Charles C. Finn
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature to me,
but don't be fooled.
For God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command,
and that I need no one.
But don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface
is a mask, ever-varying and ever concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thiing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
I don't like to hide.
I don't like to play superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me,
but you've got to help me.
You've got to let me hold your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the bland stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.

Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.

Who am I, you may wonder.
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet,
and every woman you meet.

Agreed. Sorry. >.>

Here's one I wrote:
When we face something we can't handle,
We tend to run away
Never to return or even look back
Why are we so afraid?
I can't I face the things I fear?
Human nature I guess.
But why are humans such cowards?
Why can't we take it?
For once, I would like to stand up
and say proudly "I've done it.
"I've conquered my fears."
Will that day ever come?
Or will it stay in shadow?

Older, not one of my best. Ah well. Felt I should post it.

Hmm, well, I found my poetry book from last year, so I guess I shall pick the best ones out of it and post it here.

Let's see...

Mock Apology (It has neither rhyme nor rythym)

I have melted
Your plastic ring
You bought at the fair
Two years ago

I know it was
Your favorite one
Out of all your rings

I am sorry,
But it was shiny
And I wanted it.

xD

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by:FrostXDreadful777

Bare feet itching to taste new snow,
Journey down paths of stories untold,
Maybe for once hath a legend unfold,
And Breathe life into the ice-laced hand,
A darkish smear on winters skin,
Sneak long frost's risted, brittle twine,
Submursed in moon's radiant milk-like shine,
Walk along until night crashes down,
Dark veils swathe the crystal world,
Stars are entangled in shallow breath-
Air burns with ice, then is smothered by death,
A faerietale buried in the snow.

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Mmm, that was so beautiful! I was kinda lost in it. I hope I could write like that sometime! 3nodding