Just like her favorite character Alice she dresses up. Around her neck a key adorns. On her way she goes. She has read of a keyhole that holds heaven on the other side of its door. A young girl named Cassy sits curiously by a riverbank. Twirling her long tresses as she peeks into reflecting waters, she fiddles with the key. It falls into the river, and she jumps in after it. Swimming for what seems forever, she lifts her head. At first blurry swishes of gardens and trees are all she sees. The images clearer, around her stars of sterling silver. The other side of the world is shimmering ever so bright! Cassy in awe, hears the chirping of birds, then swims further searching on the river bottom.
Waterdrops drip off her face as she takes a breath, back through the door, she clings to the key in her hand, the wren's singing their bird song.
Baptism took place
let go the crutch that holds back~
the child she flows
sensitivity is killing humour,
actually that's wrong,
humour is linked to intelligence,
so if they fail to sea the funny sense
their probably dense,
which is easily confused with taking a fence....
see what i did there intents
fantastic suspence holds up tents
spastic pens roll ink-tensive ends
the lack of sense is the sense
it's a matter of intelligence
sexist is intelli-gent
or is it In-tena-lady
Trans-elligence
humour not evident
How long since we last met,
mutual pleasure
held in vacuous abeyance,
how long since we last touched
moments to treasure
in suspence without conveyance,
how long since we last kissed,
the softness of your lips recalled,
a silent eloquence,
how long since we last hugged,
thoughts of your caress
a warm rememberance,
how long since we last loved,
memories banished,
replaced by breathless anticipation.
Tinking
of
u
all
day,
i
thought
it
was
ordinary,
later
i
realised
its
extraordinary.
I
realised
som1
sighing
on
my
ear.
All
i
hear
is .......
Wat
could
dis
be?
It
kept
me
in
suspence.
Day!
Night!!
I
tried
to
get
an
ideal,
but
it
was'nt
working.
I
went
to
the
land
of
MYSTRY.
The
bird
sang
a
song
saying
"i
love
u,
you
love
me"...
Hmmm...
Thinking....ideal
coming.,
wat
is
it...
Hahahaha...
It's
great.
It
says...
I
LOVE
YOU.
Hmm..
Sigh.. .
@
last..
A hundred year is gone,
Suspence still fill the air.
Truly, the signs are with us.
About an exodus?
But no, not a plague of locust,
It's a plague of men.
The people are the disaster
Since naturally we have none.
Arise O compatroits.
To serve our fatherland
What has happened to the song we sing?
Why the irony?
Why tampering on the bond
Of peace and unity?
Why letting vain cause to overthrow
The labours of our heroes past?
O democracy! don't fail us now
O God of creation!
Direct our noble cause
Help our youth the truth to know
That we move again as a nation
towards great lofty height to attain
One nation bound in freedom
Peace and unity.
I've been held in suspence
Wondering if you'd break my rules
So I could repent
The Real thing is
Im a horrible friend
But If you can forgive me
We can begin again
My Avitar - Thats the real me
I know many have been waiting to see
I use to hide away
Locked behind closed doors
But I left that Jackass
And now, what can I say - Watch Out World
I use to go by a lonely name myself
The Lost Little Poet
Well, now shes found herself
Im risky and Ive got appeal
Im only 19 but I know whats real
Life is harsh, and every one needs a friend
Im not the best and I cant promise I wont leave again
But what do you say
Lets give it a try
Be friends and write sonets in the sky
What do you think
I cant tell you much else
This is the real me
And Im ready to give the world hell
Her cloud cloud came out proud
and loud this afternoon...
do not mind the clever coward,
she will cow very soon.
The dusky wind has got
a ploy to paint the moon,
Oh watch her drift away as
the whirlwind croons!
Doubters like fraudsters
speculate on shadows
dancings to the sweet
songs of pilgrim sparrows,
you have got no raindrops
but you cleverly craft a rainbow
while you drown in a
daylight dream on your pillow
Silence to you is not
suspence
but pure pretence
your heart is immersed
in impregnable impatience.
A rose in the room you are,
ripped of her radiance;
why show up in the field,
feigning fine fragrance?
I'm backed against, I'm trapped against
I'm backed against this wall
When its that intense I lack some sense
then bad events evolve
My last suspence has me past convinced
that I have to dent some skulls
This path I went is in fact an attempt
to stay on track and fix my flaws
Stack chips from wall to wall
and forget about my down falls
Put the past behind me like hineys
& continue climbing
Finding that while driving
these struggles is what define me
I'm crushing every obstical
failing isn't optional
Stay clear of whats unstoppable
& witness the impossible
I only do what is I gotta do
to survive gotta have a lot of food
This ground I stands all i got to lose
so not an inch of me is about to move
A treasure seeker sitting on
a tender tree of tears,
dreaming of a delightful
dance with a darling,
while feasting on fruits of
faith in the field of fears,
like the wind's whispers,
whirling in the womb of
wishes,
hope hovers in a humble
heart seeking a happy
home.
A sweet smile is sent yet
silence soils this suspence,
your unspoken words are
wealthy yet so worthless,
why flaunt a flower in the
darkroom of your dazzling
desire,
when your flame of
friendship still has fresh
fire,
oh salivating soul, wake
from your sleep and
slumber,
approach that alluring
apple while it is sweet and
tender,
come out of the womb of
wishes to a wooing world,
spread your spirit, soar to
the skies to snug that star.
Lend from the lulaby of the
moonlight, love out loud,
give not colours of your
care to the claws of cloud,
till there is a awesome
arrival of
that angel in your arms,
filling your world with
warmth, cheers and
charms.
I wish, I only wish the truth has a tongue...
To tell talebearers they are truly rotten and
wrong,
while thinking they're sincere and strong...
I know, I truly know lies won't live long...
Though it's tempting like the tales of throng,
it won't stand the sounds of sincerity's song.
I pray, I only pray, we see the signs so
strong...
That truth has a tongue, it sings a stern song,
and that lies won't live long, though it seems
strong.
O that we may hear in heart the speech of
silence,
and sweetly see with senses, the sights of
suspence,
how purity pitched it's tent in the palace of
patience.
Time, only time will tell that virtue has a voice,
though the ruthless & riotious seldom rejoice,
When in time, truth speaks, shame is their
only choice.
Looking into your burning eyes supplies me with suspence.
As if you scare me into a reality of fear.
Nothing in my life is as satisfying as you.
Fear is the only feeling I get when you are there.
When your away, I scream in pain.
Nothing can take you away from me.
I am in your arms holding on to your soul.
My heart is burning for desire.
Help me control it, I am losing your sight.
Happier when I am in your arms.
But I am crying when your gone.
My blood stops flowing into my veins.
Your beautiful hazel eyes race through my mind.
I feel incomplete without you, as if I am cold and dead.
Your blood needs to flow through my veins.
My eyes are blindsided by your perfectness.
Drowning in my fear I shout your name.
All with in my broken heart you say you love me.
I wish I could meet you one day.
But maybe in my dreams.
You will always be my love.
Well, to start off with
The title doesn't make any sense
It's either way too long or just too short
And there just wasn't enough suspence
You forgot to capitalize your letters
You better keep an eye on the flow
You're telling the story way too fast
Or, I'm sorry, it was a little too slow
Your spelling is just simply awful
A little punctuation would be nice
The words you use are too simple
You're saying the same thing twice
You don't even know what a syllable count is
I don't know what you're trying to say
There just isn't enough emotion
It shouldn't have ended that way
Your rhymes are too repetitious
There's simply no rhyming at all
You really need to practice your typing
Your font is always too small
You really need to start all over
I'm sorry, this one had me snoring
You must be haunted by writer's block
I find it a little too boring
I guess everyone has their critics
It seems like they're always annoyed
But our poems aren't written to please them
They're written to be enjoyed
as i listen to those who are televised
the television has me under control, hypnotized
living my rendition of those who criticize
i´m thinking my opinion is outside the box,
but its not, its inside
i´m boxed in, imprisoned by the devil´s eyes,
my contact lenses, and all i see is lies,
half truths which are fiction in disguise
a leading role too evil to describe?
outside the box?, i think not, its inside
comedy, action, suspence, tears,
a soundtrack that complements my ears
i call it C.A.S.T., a cast of your own peers
auditioning to heal the wounds inflicted
on you through the years
as i opened my eyes i still had them shut
thinking the dream was over, thinking
¨I´ve had enough¨
not knowing I was still asleep, still cuffed
began to think outside the box and woke up
as i opened my eyes i found that box
and turned it off,
turned it back on and put my life on pause
taking a moment to think
outside the box
Rediscovered What's sane maybe
the matter with me?
hiding blinded voice
Difficult why leave?
am i soo collective tired?
eventually you realities
will dream thing get beings better?
being dream
Souls I like tricking soo many things about suspence you
i like ignorances things truths about me
slide
what added tortures will stay tomorrow speaking bring angels altruisticly?
Random Plans do you Overthrow someone like me Forbidden keys too?
do darknesses we Love mankind simply have a poeticly strategic future?
Time am I Subconcious good enough to hate?
Thought mutiny to protect
Ponderewd will i souls changes make married making you happy?
change
Ease your thoughts
For I am at fault
You stood alone
Well I left home
In my most troubling steps
I sensed your worry, your passion your grace
As only your soft touch could warm my face
My only comfort was in your arms, a peaceful place
Is the only sanctuary where time won't mourn
And trust won't turn
A sacrifice at your expense
Left us both in suspence
But it was your heart I had to convince
Would you have held my hand
I ask would you have my hand
Shadows sing
As the weak trade bread and water for anything
The only place you felt feign
Was the only place where your trust remains
Nothing so cold as your shoulder shrugs
Nothing told that you cared as your fervid hugs
I'd say I loved you in vain
But it would only sober up my pain
Burning leaves
The stress that lonliness guareentees
I only ask would you have held my hand
With me being so stubborn and arrogant
Would you still stand and hold my hand
Would you have shaped me into a better man
Walked through conflict and still gripped my hand
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