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The old man in the park There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park.
A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark.
Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway.
And if you ask him why, this is what he will say:

“I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face.
I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace.
I have love so plenty, and stories to share.
And I live my life without a worry or care.”

His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life.
Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife.
His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey.
But if you ask him, this is what he will say:

“I have seen my share of wonders

ForgettableForgettable

I’m tempted to change my whole mentality,
To make sure you’ll never be able to forget me,
‘Cause the Devil wishes to be remembered through evil,
And it seems to me being good to folks is just forgettable.

Dear you,I could list a thousand reasons why I hate you
And I'm sure a lot of people could do that too.
When you're alone with children's parents I know you spout your lies
And truthfully, honestly I can't say I'm surprised.
When will this nightmare of your reign end?
When will you stop trying and forcing to make things bend?
I just don't like your "help", you are most certainly not helping me.
I'm going to expose you so the whole wide world will see.
When you talk to me and other students you shout at us
But when you talk to parents you make us eat your dust.
If this is an example of what a role model should be,
I'd rather be a beggar and be starving on the cold streets.
You say some things that you can never take back or heal the pain
And then you ask us to speak up and to explain.
But when we try to you just hold you hand and shut us up
Hell when my grandma died you didn't care or give a fuck.
You said that reason wasn't valid for me to be late
And that I was on probation and mig

Looks LieI’m ugly and fat
But I can deal with that
‘Cause it means people like me for me;
Not for what they see.

Dead endI built something here but I now need to leave.
Dead ends cant be denied
They demand you to grieve.

Doom sets in as I stare ahead.
My eyes already dead,
Palpitations in my chest.

I'm the one who likes to torture myself until the very end.
Ignore all the signs,
It could work, just pretend.

But that makes the collision all the more cataclysmic.
That makes the breakdown all the more tragic.
That makes the suicide all the more certain.

ScaredI'm just so scared
to touch happiness
only to have it
taken away again

maybe that is why
I push everyone away
and maybe that's why
I'm so guarded

but I don't think
I can even touch it
without love

and I don't know
how to love
at all

This Dream of MineWandering endlessly on
in this dream of mine
within this plane I am a pawn
unaffected by time
Controlled by trapped desires
influenced by disguised thoughts
unknowingly it transpires
with the speed of a fired shot
In this dream of mine
monsters become known
as they meet me through time
revealing that I was never alone
Wandering endlessly on
through this forest of denial
never shall it be dawn
with each step a new trial
In this dream of mine
wings of freedom flutter
as I reach for them trapped in vine
there is nothing left for me to utter
Gazing into the sky
there is endless desolation
birds of white begin to fly
swelling frustration and desolation
Wandering endlessly on
how I was foolishly seeking
I am but a pawn
left without a dream, left shrieking.

tooth decayNot personal vengeance, monotonous sex: a rotting tooth decay type of love.

To say it is a fallacy, I'd be wrong.

I’m strung high, aeronautical aerobics – anxious to reach the lofty clouds – lubricious like the ashen feathers that encompass a dove.

Swollen lips and torn fabric, flesh is slick and glossy – your eyes, they hum a bluesy song.

Chords struck by a hollow wood, tune as dull as his soul – reverberating string pulsing against a tomb – bleeding remnants of our dying flame (Something I need to be freed of).

Each word he speaks sends shivers along my spine; words spoken in twisted tongue. Is he wh

The CurseTo shy to say hello,
My heart a dying glow
So afraid due to my past
quickly dissolving if we move too fast
Will I ever find my soul mate,
or is forever loneliness my fate?
Im just an outline of my former self
My courage gone and put on shelf
I see your eye's longing for me to speak
But I dare not come down from my peak
Forever consumed by my fear
I wish the winds would carry my words for you to hear.
Till then..I will just stare down,
pay no mind to my frown..

Grown DeepMy eyes and skin caressed by moonlight,
Soul is that entity elusive that
Has yet to be swum in by love.
Grown in shaded isolation,
Deep within a wild ancient forest,
Like a starving animal, I seek
The method to quench my thirst for rest.
Rivers of sorrow and verse converge;
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Age of ReasonUpon souls inspection
I learned I fear deception
and hate rejection
thus leading to my love life's dose of lethal injection

Critical Condition.Back against the wall
I've gone and lost it all
reduced down to a crawl

Nothing left to lose

So many barrels aimed at me
Hatred is all I'm trained to see
All the love has turned to flee

Nothing left to lose

Only pain left by my side
and it's been a rough ride
But i refuse to run and hide

Nothing left to lose

I'll break out of my broken shell
I'd rather die and burn in hell
And you'll gain nothing if I fail

Nothing left to lose

So come and finish what you started
you'll leave no one brokenhearted
another victim to your carnage

Nothing left to lose

And if you come don't come alone
I may be down but it's my home
A cornered monster is d

Lips ShutSew my lips shut and fill my soul with pain
Let it breed darkness inside my brain

Becoming infested in this sickness of silence
Finally broke down and screamed out in violence

Take it all back and pretend it never happened
Mask the wounds as the day lay dampened

ExposureWe live in the shadows
Waiting for the night
Before baring our souls
We've kept out of sight
We wait for the moment
When the time is right
Because we can't bare our souls
We've kept sheltered from the light

I'd love to.I'd love to scream
But silence is golden.

I'd love to dream
But I'm not a child.

I'd love to scheme
But my will is broken.

I'd love to gleam
But my glimmer is dead.

I'd love to scream
But you have your hand over my mouth.

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I stand on guard for thee

by *teetotally, Feb 18, 2013, 12:10:02 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

I stand on guard for thee
and though my head may droop
amidst bleak winter's ice and snow
my thorns be blunted
and my leaves begin to stoop
there is no place I'd rather go
no one shall pass me
and disturb thy sleep
you rest now, you are free
and while the others weep
I stand on guard for thee.

I stand on guard for theeby *teetotally

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this was inspired by this [link] photo from my 'cemetery series' and I have to thank my friend

for giving my the all-important first line to kick it off.

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=MarinCristina Mar 17, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

I like this very much, it flows so naturally! You should write more if you like it, because it's beautiful

*teetotally Mar 17, 2013

that you

unfortunately I have to wait till the words come to me, it's not like painting that I can command (well, ...)

=MarinCristina Mar 18, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

Ah, muse and inspiration are tricky things indeed

*Darkstar1013 Mar 3, 2013 Professional General Artist

So many of my internet friends have lost mothers and husbands last month. This is so wonderfully evocative of out loss and our strength also.

*teetotally Mar 3, 2013

thank you

I took iton the first anniversary of a dear friend's death.. and though he's buried in Ireland, this (unknown to me) grave reminded me of him. I'd like to think that someone guards his peace while he watches over us.

*Darkstar1013 Mar 4, 2013 Professional General Artist

This was such a moving piece. Then I saw the image that you took your feelings from and I nearly cried. Most of my friends (dear and close) are all gone. Heart attacks in their 50's or HIV at any time. So many gone. But the poem is a keeper and I will be putting it up with your other great work.

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*teetotally Mar 4, 2013

aawh. thanks

the poem was actually an afterthought (I'm still more the visual type) but somehow the words assmebled themselves. Just needed a friend's prompt

pic is one of my favourites though.

*Darkstar1013 Mar 4, 2013 Professional General Artist

well, when you do get wordy, it's always nice. Star

*sweetmarly Feb 18, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

A poet, an artist and a photographer....sweet!!!

If the rose had been sentient it would be pleased at the attention

*teetotally Feb 18, 2013

thank you pour les compliments

blushing like the rose (who, we never know, might be sentient

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