secrets

His Poem

Your eyes light up my day
Your touch drives me absolutely insane

Your smile is infectious
Your laugh is music to my ears

When we are apart I feel
Empty
I feel like i'm missing something
Something important
Something I need

I dont think you know how much
You mean to me
When we fight i get so upset
But only because you dont believe me when i say i love you

You gave me the great gift of your presence
We've been best friends for awhile
But you mean so much more
I told you secrets
You told me yours

In your hand you hold my heart
And in mine I hold yours.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just something i wrote for my bestfriend...he's really special to me

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The Legend Part I: Reborn

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The Legend

Born with a powerful destiny,
Only to destroy those wrong,
Many times to come fighting,
War at my feet and soul along,

Gathering that strength through,
My awaken blood so hot but cold,
Skin rotting but alive inside,
Fear me you will it will be told,

Stories frighten thy heart,
Reaching for that step,
Whispers hidden deep in the dark,
Regret shall what had left,

Wait till my next move,
Fire and water turn red,
Get ready for that move,
Come shall my birth to what said..

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Copyright@2003

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Delicately

what do i want to be?
more than anything,
a flower.
so soft and tender,
you must touch me
delicately,
a fragile thing i’d be.
i’d have it easy.
to be beautiful
without ever trying.

maybe we are all flowers
lovely little things
something to admire
in each of us
with intricate details
of our own
that others discover.
but only those who are
patient
those who stick around
until we bloom,
once every petal is
exposed,
one by one,
opened up
when we decide it’s safe.

i think i am a flower
that hasn’t seen the sun,
and has yet to be watered.
well i’m starting to think so
but i haven’t got a clue.

maybe i am one that is
dried up,
whose petals are dying
loosing its color
and everything there is
to desire
until there’s not a point in trying
and there’s nothing
to admire,
and i’ll give up,
no other choice but
to retire.

no way of knowing
if i am right or wrong.
if i am closer to the end
or the beginning.

i want to believe
i am a flower
only unnoticed because
i have yet to blossom.
that my efforts now
remain unimportant
entirely because
i am still young,
and not because
i am withered and worthless.

either way,
we all end up in the dirt somehow.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i feel like i've gone through life unnoticed regardless of how much i try or what i do, while there are so many others whose every action is recognized and paid attention to. i'm only 18 but part of me feels like it's too late and that there's nothing left to give, but i'd like to think that things will change as i'm getting older.

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lonely hearts

eyes deceive, what you cannot see.
Simple lies, that play hide and seek,
who can tell? Sweet lies hide, and show another side,
I'm lonely, but who can see?
The fire that burns the brightest light,
first to dim under pale moonlight.
Hearts that cry, lost in solitude,
trapped in time, waiting to see light,
fortified in dreams,
A million lonely hearts,
crying in the night, longing in the dark...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem kind of has a lot of meaning to me, because I wrote this a long time ago in a old scrap book I had, kept it ever since, means a lot because it describes my feelings at the time I guess :(

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Secrets of the Heart

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Love

Secrets of the Heart
The heart is not the maker, but the bringer of all there is.
It changes to the soul of the person, good or evil.
The heart is honest, a liar, a lover, and a hater.
It feeds on hatred, and blossoms from happiness.
One word can tear it apart, and leave it defenseless.
A line can make it flutter, and skip a beat.
Or it can be cold like the steel iron of war, instruments of death.
Conveying landmarks throughout the pages of history.
Those who look too deep can become lost, hidden.
Or vanity can rise and one can easily reach the bottom.
Smiles and grins can change the surface from a hard shell into an open wound.
Soft like the pellets of a rose, can leave it open to pain and suffering.
Those who keep their iron shields will be free from damage, but lacking in joy.
A risk one must decide on their own.
Catastrophies full of lives could be torn at a whim, or saved by a request.
One strong enough could scatter apparitions across the planet, leaving echoes in the wind.
Simple yet complicated, just like the light and darkness.
All are different, and are all the same.
Without them, nothing will be pure, only destruction and chaos.
With them, nothing is sure, similar to life and death.
His is one of the utmost difficulty, filled with puddles and lakes.
In places there a barren desserts, filled with the devils of pleasure that run wild and prey on the souls of the innocent.
And in some there are vivacious creatures and beings filled with the energy and given the breath of life that compares to one at the Holy Ones gate.
For a while, no one was granted entrance into this heart, only fools who dared to try were quickly cast away, left in the wake of his horrid history.
Many came and gone trying to break this wall protecting his most sacred treasure, many thought they found the key, but were sadly mistaken.
But then came the day where there was One, the One who held the key.
Love was exchanged, or so it seemed, and he embraced her with all of his being.
Hiding nothing from her and doing his all to please her.
Spending every waking second trying to keep her with him.
But for some reason, unknown to him, she left him, betrayed his love and ripped his heart out of his chest.
The lies and promises she told him never left his head, haunting him day after day, constantly tearing at his soul.
He hated her, he loved her, he needed her, he despised her.
All these things attacking at once were too much to handle.
So he did what he thought was best, he destroyed his heart, voiding himself of emotion.
And after that day, he left a trail of broken hearts behind him, moving onto the next heart until he grew tired of it.
Then one day, he met another, One similar to the other, but yet very different.
This intrigued him, and he decided to play this little game and see how far it went.
But as time went by he realized how it was slowly turning from being a game and into someting more serious, more limpid.
Fearing of the pain that broke him once he tried to end it, thinking it would solve everything, but he was too late.
The door to his heart was wide open like the fields of Garden of Eden, and she was his Tree of Life.
He did what he could to get away from her, lying, cheating. But all in vain.
Her purity did not let his plan stain her, for her love was true, shining brilliantly.
He did not want to admit it and never showed her, but her love for him was as strong as his love for her.
She, unlike the other One, truly wanted to be with him and wanted to stay.
After time he finally realized the angel sent to him, and embraced her.
In time his heart healed, and was able to fully extend his love for her, and reach her outstretched hand.
Hard times went by to destroy their bond but all failed.
Their love is brighter than the light itself, and time is only making the rays even brighter.
The secrets of his heart were in the form of light and darkness.
Only light can defeat the darkness, and love is the purest form of light.

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Let's

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Love

Let's dance in the water,
let's scoop up the leaves,
lets frolic in the meadow,
as if we don't care.

Let's stay up all night,
let's share our secrets,
lets make promises
and laugh.

Let's hold hands,
Let's walk down the beach,
Let's swim in the clear blue sea.

Let's drown in the water,
let's break all the leaves,
lets trip in the meadow,
and cry.

Let's sleep eternally,
let't tell lies,
and let's break all our promises,
and die.

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Patrick

I told a dream to my friends,
But stupidly,
Also in front of you.

And of course you went ahead,
And email the guy I dreamed about,
Letting him know!

He hurried and responded to you,
A text that made my heart crack,
“that’s soooo creepy!”

You laugh,
And to seem like I wasn’t hurt,
I laughed also.

But inside,
I was dying,
I still liked that guy.

But now I know,
That he’s moved on.
It’s time I did too.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I found out that this poem is also the same as one of my other poems, that I had forgotten that I had rewritten into my portfolio, from my computer, already. So if this poem seems familiar, that's because it's one of my other poems called "Move on"

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Two of you

As I look at you closely
So clearly, I see
Two of you there,
One who yearns to be free
one that longs to show someone, your true face
with out any masks
only beauty and grace
A person to lead you to that special door
that helps you to come, from the passionate core
A person to help, break those old heavy chains
Free of all judgements,
Free once again
To drink deeply of passion
A bright scarlett cup
Like the oceans below me
Come bubbling up
Accept this embrace
Open your spirit your longing desire
Feeling totaly free
Released from the past,
Step beyond who you were
into freedom, at last
into a new future that you allready see
come,...soar and feel free!

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Hearts desire

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moments in time

Hearts desire to belong beloved
are those feelings true
as i look as i dream
futures unfold in a space and time
non-existant to you and i
a journey worth the wait the
destination only but a figment
of our imagination
so real i can taste it
Hearts desire to belong beloved
are those feelings true

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