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Ink navigates lost children through dreams,
we will find our way together (from my past and your future).

Waking up in the morning air waiting for you,
still in love but still alone.
I had a dream that we took away each others pain
and I had another dream that I woke up beside you.

It’s to late too cry for unsent love letters,
after years of waiting nothing came (but you).

It’s to late too cry for unsent love letters,
I’ve got a feeling I don’t want to know why?
Time is too far away but close enough. To fill up the spaces
because paper aeroplane hearts belong too no-one.

Inner self is no more than,
dancing

Waving Into Blind Eyes

Kleptomania (standing in the way) of the heart
I’ve walked away from love,
A thousand times or more.
Ending up where I began,
A thousand times or more.
I’ve walked away from love,
Looking up to the sky through whispering trees
Waving into blind eyes, (I can see shattering hearts).

Tiny perfect moments
Like skipping stones,
Across water to another life.
Scattered hearts washed down in the rain
No help from drowning, dreams left drowning
Emotionally I’m wrapped up in vines.

Parting without being forced too
Rain soaked shoes and kaleidoscopic eyes,
Transition into your own life is static.
Balancing infrequencies

ITookAJourneyIntoABookshelf

Tears are the hearts footprints
Sorrow is love's compass,
Dreams are its map.

Childhood is hollow that’s how people grow up,
Students of life must learn to live without thinking too much
(With an ancient map lost in a mountain of dust to rescue a princess)
Bookstore clerks wonder if the bookshelves lead there.

Holding onto a ghost
Playing outside all day long,
I’ve grown up but still hide.

Thoughts disturb life like startled bees in trees,
Emotions fall through me like leaves from memories.
Same lil boy only bigger counts leaves in the hollow sound
Of the childhood of yesterday in the shadows of today.

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Shadows Touched By Dreams

Stranded in a new day inside of a old dream,
Drowning in the same tears if I shall fall will you hold me?
I strive to breathe new air deep inside the same old dreams.

Ink is the shadows blood draining between days
Left all alone again, all alone for true love
Edges of shadows have no heart but touch the sun.

Rewritten but not spoken
(Old words upon new words in the same old fashion)
Written upon new paper with the same old ink.
Words shadow tomorrow
(With the same unspoken words upon new words)
Written differently but with the same words.

Same old dreams erased on new paper
Left all alone again, all alone for true love
Edges of

Drops of Love Fall From Clouds

Friendships found in postcards and diaries,
Dreams pressed through holes in our pockets.
Families buried in untied ribbons and unwrapped parcels,
Days of blue, nights of silhouettes love’s crushed into lockets.

As lonely as a mislead brooch on a beach
Or hands dipped into sand to scared too turn the page.
Little flowers of hope are like brave umbrellas on a windy day.

Untold stories written with dust in the air,
Weep like the little rain clouds of love.
Looking up and down but not ahead,
Tears fall down floating in and out of time,
Taking us up into the clouds of another mind.

Dreams stacked on shoulders;
Love wrapped aroun

The Age of Shrinking

I’ve already forgotten tomorrow,
It’s becoming just another yesterday.
I’m still just a little boy lost in the present,
The world is shrinking it seems I’m still asleep

I can disappear; jump to the stars,
Shoot who I want and I can travel the world
Picking up several accents
All before being called in for tea

Hiding from more than the rain
I’m still that little kid,
Hid patiently in the pouring rain
Waiting to be caught or set free

Birds sing the melody of fallen trees,
We are all little bugs on flowers

My friends play along till I’ve run out of money,
Hide and seek friendships, relationships are a

April Showers and Day Dreams

When I played and cried alone...
Was there a ghost in my house?
When I slept alone and when I walked alone...
Was there an angel beside me?

I'm a caterpillar dreaming of being like you and flying into your arms.
Leaves and petals fall into a blanket full of stars and tears.
Forgotten echoes ripple onwards in the dusty waves of time.

As a boy I imagined I could time travel;
Insects were monsters; river banks, weeds, and fields were jungles.
I pretended that I could read people's minds,
I made up stories and conversations for them.

Time stands still, goes forwards and backwards for true love.

When I remember and cry alone...
Sh

FillingOurPocketsWithDreams

Birds dance in the sea,
fish sleep in the sky.

Little people; teach the teachers,
the present keeps restitching the past.
'...Too bloody big for your own boots you are.'

Faraway eyes dance into a different landscape.

Filling our pockets with dreams
'are birdies, just fishies with wings?'

Clouds fall through the holes in our pockets,
waves laugh through the tall grass in our eyes.

Winter Skin

Drawing hearts on windows in the long winter days,
writing love letters in the clouds with our fingertips.
Promises are like fingerprints, plans are like dust
he held onto her till she wept rainbows.
Footprints in the snow whispers, "I believe in you."

Cold hands, warm embraces and tired eyes,
handfuls of snow from snow covered cars.
Flying geese across frosted windows,
she held onto him till the stars fell away.
Falling snow cries, "I believe in you."

Frozen lakes and frosty roads,
i've been learning to try my whole life.
Caged birds sing about silhouettes of lovers
and dream of being swans.
I'd drag my heart across thin ice

Thoughts of You Hold Me

I’m thinking of all the prayers and dreams,
Thinking of the smiles and tears,
Thinking of everything we’ve shared.
Nothing cheers me up more or wipes my tears away,
As much as our friendship and thinking of you does.

You’re not only my pillow you’re my blanket.
You’re my moonlight and sunshine, my dreams and my glory days.

Early winter frost on the lips of a nervous young lady,
Hands the size of buttercups and lips as delicate as petals.
A flutter of butterfly wings and the sound of swaying trees
The voice of you in me keeps me warm and focused.

We breathe and feel, believe and heal
Snow melts stars fall a

Stars Within Stars...

Listen to your feet they're drawn to someone else's path.
Sometimes we should remind ourselves it could be worse.
Pull out your eyes and you'll see they're longing for things not there.

Feelings are like stars ashes of time leaving trails,
Constellation's of scars map life's romanticised truths.
Ignorance colours in the gaps of make believe,
Deep down there's poetry in everything.

Stars within stars - cosmic scars
(Invariably we're all mazes)
Empty relics filled with regrets.

Dreams buried in murderous land,
Thoughts of thoughts seeking escape.
Heartbeats sounding like a harmony of torture,
Drifting out to sea in the cosmos of a

Naturesick

Earth's seizure, sea's hemorrhage
Prayers from distant hearts
Life's fragility, nature's heartache.

Moon Dreams of Being a Heart

Bleeding hearts and weeping stars
The moon wishes to be permanently hidden,
Always looking away and not knowing who to trust.

Why is it that things always turn out this way?
Why is it that you can't trust anyone?

Nervous reflections,
Anxious shadows.

I never know which way to turn,
I never know who to turn too.

The moon dreams of being a heart because it wishes to be more than in space.

Scared of what's ahead,
Scared of what's passed.

Heartless people dream of space because they are nothing but space.

Nervous reflections,
Anxious shadows.

Maybe I should hide away forever with the moon.

Endless Youth

When I close my eyes, I'm frightened of love
Ignoring the mess we're in (there are things to pass the time)
Lies stick into the heart (dreams run wild down the drain)
When I open my eyes, I'm frightened of the world.

Taught the mistakes of the past just to inflict them once again
Replacable heads, renamable places (all that changes are the names and faces)
Towns that once stood up for something (become just like any other town)
We've learnt our lesson by being outpriced of an education.

A thorn in time Thatcher recycled for the Murdoch production line.
Blood glistens on TV all wounds are rosier in print (sick to death no-one list

Trophies for the Tragic...

In your eyes what's wrong is right,
In your heart what's right isn't meant to be.

Who will stand up for us,
If we won't even stand up for ourselves?
I could be wrong, we could all have it wrong
Who can tell what's meant to be and what's what?

Money takes the heart out of art, life reaps hearts
Money makes money, we're the new blood sport.

There's no way of fighting it
Some wounds are too deep,
Some masks can't be removed.
Life beats itself up but never wins.

We're only human we can't be edited or rewritten
Stories begin and stories end
But when does life start?
The world won't end if you live your life.

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by ~DrowningByWords, Apr 18, 2009, 6:49:11 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Another cloudy day,
Time running out
It’s all in your mind,
Memory barricaded.
In a Vincent van Gogh snow globe,
The past hunts the future and shakes the present
(Drifting like a snowflake)
In the swirly wind of a glass coffin.

“Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me…”
I need time to crystallize my mistakes
We all need time for letting go,
Time for the clouds to clear away
Some of the dust
In the non-physical part of the heart.
This time is where the end begins
Cold air bites into glass,
Rain splits shadows.
Time lets the sea grow
It can’t be time to go yet?
But that’s how we grow up.

Kitchen blues, living room tantrums and bedroom tears
Spun around by time. Keeping yourself to yourself looking away this time.
Winter slides down the windows of eccentric family reunions,
Spring seeps in through the cracks of ghostly photos.

Frosted glasses fill up like eyes
Cluttered minds melt into the sea.
Capsized boats on haunted mantelpieces
Sink into the heart of the truth.

“Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me…”
Searching for someone else like yourself
Every one of us in someone’s book,
Another you from another time turns the page.
Seeing ourselves in every Franny and Zooey;
Annie and Carl, and Sam and Charlie
Bookworms holding onto scrambled pages.
Stories dripping off the page,
Characters pulled out of one story into other stories.
Despite all the hardships,
How many people have read these stories before?
(And seen the beauty in life and felt like the people in a book before?)
Love endures a bookmark slips like a halo,
Misplaced parts in the same old story
A heart with a spine and pages glued to the sky.
Love tears the pages out,
My love for you stops your tears
And rewrites the ending.

Book Peopleby ~DrowningByWords

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Heavily inspired by my love for books
especially Franny and Zooey by JD Salinger,
Joy in the Morning by Betty Smith and
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky.
And this is especially for anyone who has ever pictured
themselves as a character in a book they have read.

Preview image from here: [link] by a artist called Megan

It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.
</blockquote> "The Perks of Being a Wallflower"

Critique by ~oscillatesalot Apr 19, 2009, 7:01:24 AM

I am not known for my language skills but I'll have a go at this. I particularly like the symbolic word play. It has a kind of edgy feeling like Sylvia Plath was famous for. The snow globe analogy was particularly creative. You fill a lot of your work with references to time. You like to blend past and present. This is a very effective device that carries a message we all can relate to. I must admit there are literary references here I do not understand but I think I understand the principles behind escaping into a place and time as another person.

What do you think?

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~Pandoras-Emptiness Sep 1, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

wow! beautiful and deep! so true, so true!

~DrowningByWords Sep 3, 2009 Professional Writer

thanks that means a lot to me

~creme-brulee Apr 30, 2009 Professional Writer

this deviation was in my inbox right next to this one: [link] which goes so lovely with the first two stanzas of your poem...

~creme-brulee Apr 30, 2009 Professional Writer

i typed the link wrong. here it is again: [link]

!Sanctria Apr 22, 2009

It's nice, and it's real... I don't know how many times i've done the comparison of my life or a certain day with an event from a book... I really liked the idea of mixing different characters to portrait the feeling of the day...

~DrowningByWords Apr 23, 2009 Professional Writer

thanks it means a lot to me

i'm glad you liked and could relate
to the ideas and feelings of it

!Sanctria Apr 23, 2009

you're welcome Russ!
It was a pleasure to read it

*PridesCrossing Apr 18, 2009

This is amazing!!

~DrowningByWords Apr 18, 2009 Professional Writer

thanks sandy it means a lot to me

especially as its my first poem in a while
been busy lately and also trying my
hand at writing a novel and running
a book club so I am very glad you enjoyed it

*PridesCrossing Apr 21, 2009

You're very welcome!!

So sorry about the late reply Russ,I may get caught up one of these days!!I love your POETRY!!

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