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Hello, and welcome! I'm Sarina and I'm using my profile to put Icons, Poetry, Stories, Quotes, And Pictures. Well, enjoy!
Sarina
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Lost in a daydream By Sarina
Staring up at the clouds
I forget all of the world,
Does it help or change things,
Never,
Never does pretending,
Or living other worlds,
Make yours any more bearable,
If anything...it's worse.
*Insert Title Here* By Sarina
Wander in the forest,
Forget your hidden fear,
Nothing in life can harm you...(to be contiued)
Destiny By Sarina
If you saw the course of life,
Where must it always end?
Though life is great and happy,
It eventually must end,
No good in life can save you,
From your hidden fate,
Despite your good and happiness,
Destiny awaits.
Where have you gone? By Sarina
Oh how can you?
You leave me here all by myself
Trying not to hear me call,
Wanting not to see me fall,
Why run away from someone else’s pain?
Why not be here to comfort me,
To wipe away my tears
To help me stand
…to ease the pain,
It can be done only if you linger here,
And lend an ear to a lonely fear,
All I want is someone here,
That I need not die alone.
Nothing gold can stay by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I am the way I am By Sariana
Life and Truth,
And Hope and Peace,
They are all lost for me,
Because my life,
Was lead this way,
I am the way I am,
My life must come,
And go this way,
Today, tomarrow, or far ahead,
It must all end.
The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes
The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.
He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin;
He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh!
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle--
His rapier hilt a-twinkle--
His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred,
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--
Bess, the landlord's daughter--
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
Dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim, the ostler listened--his face was white and peaked--
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter--
The landlord's black-eyed daughter;
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say:
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast,
Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight
(O sweet black waves in the moonlight!),
And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon.
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon over the purple moor,
The redcoat troops came marching--
Marching--marching--
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets by their side;
There was Death at every window,
And Hell at one dark window,
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
They had bound her up at attention, with many a sniggering jest!
They had tied a rifle beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say,
"Look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way."
She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it, she strove no more for the rest;
Up, she stood up at attention, with the barrel beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing, she would not strive again,
For the road lay bare in the moonlight,
Blank and bare in the moonlight,
And the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain.
Tlot tlot, tlot tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hooves, ringing clear;
Tlot tlot, tlot tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The redcoats looked to their priming!
Death By Sarina
Why must children, mothers, fathers die?
Sickness, war, hatred, slaughter,
Sisters, brothers, uncles, aunts,
What truly kills us all?
Time—
Lost in the Rain By Sarina
Dedicated to my best friend,
Zoey
The girl looked out the window through her tear filled eyes. She grabbed some shoes but didn’t bother with a coat despite the rain falling outside.
As soon as she stepped into the rain tears flowed freely down her face, but she didn’t utter a sound. She walked like someone in a daze. She forgot the world, her existence, everything, except the water on her face from the rain and her tears. She was going further and further away from this life and this world. She walked into the middle of the circle. Then it was as if she lost all strength, even to stand, and she fell upon her knees. She cried harder but still no sound escaped her lips.
The girl looked up through her wet, tear soaked eyes and saw someone coming up the street.
It was a girl about her age.
The stranger had decided not to wear a coat either despite the hard rain that was drenching her.
The crying girl wiped some of the tears from her eyes. Her wet tears were clouding her vision. The stranger wasn’t a stranger at all. The tear eyed girl let out a sob seeing that it was her best friend.
The approaching girl appeared entirely calm; no other emotion was portrayed on her face. It was as if her friend on her knees crying in a rainstorm was not anything unusual or worth mentioning.
The so-called “stranger” walked right up to her crying friend. Suddenly she too dropped to her knees and hugged her.
“How…how did you know to come? How did you know—” The crying girl faltered and broke off.
“I will always know and I will always come. No matter where you go. No matter what happens. No matter what. Always. I promise.”
Eternity by Sarina
Eternity is stretched before me,
With nothing in it’s wake,
Emptiness and solitude
Leave me lost for breath
What if one day it’s lost for me?
And I cannot see?
Lost in the dark of eternity,
What will become of me?
Where Am I? By Sarina
Where Am I?
Lost in the darkness,
Searching for light,
Why must it be denied of me?
Simple love and comfort?
To have someone to call my own?
Who’ll see straight through my mask?
That I need not wear it a-gain,
Even for those who did not free me,
I’m wanting to be free
To simply be me,
Where Am I?
Who am I? by Sarina
What Am I?
My friend once said,
You aren't a what,
You are a who,
Am I truly?
Am I a person?
Not an it, an animal, or such?
I don't know if she is right,
But life must still go on,
Oh! Who or what or Why am I?
Where can I go? By Sarina
Where can I go to be myself?
To escape my hidden fear?
To solve my problems, hopes, and tears?
Not leave them bottled up,
Have I lost myself forever to this empty mask?
It holds no hope or truth for me,
Just sadness, guilt, and doubt,
Oh! Where can I go to find myself?
She is here By Sarina
Walking along this empty road,
With no one here for me,
Except a girl I long to see,
That sees me as I am,
Beneath the mask,
Beneath the fear,
Beneath the hate and dismal tears,
Each night I pray to some unknown,
That forever she might stay,
To hold me in her arms,
That when I cry in hopeless pain
She might bring it back,
The hope, the truth,
The lust for life—
Why are you still here? By Sarina
Who is it that I see standing there?
Why do you still, remain?
Even after I scream
For you to go away
You continue, to stand right there,
Refusing to go,
Despite my pleas,
To be left alone,
And yet it was,
What I needed,
To overcome myself,
You risked my hate,
To save my inner self.
Nothing More By Sarina
My empty heart,
Can stand no more,
Not pain, or fear, or sadness,
Nor can it even stand the good,
The love, the joy, the senseless beauty,
For with the good,
There must be bad,
Hate with love,
Sadness with joy,
Or even ugliness with beauty
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From these eyes,
Fresh tears will fall,
As long as I am here,
Tearing down the wall,
That keeps me standing here,
My mask, my wall, my barrior,
My life hidden within.
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