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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

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

Waiting For Twilight To PassNo tricks, no traps I don’t deserve you?
You don’t trust me or understand and I don’t blame you.

Stars are stars;
Shining so sad and bravely,
Faded dreams are desires,
Pictured with you I’m a sad shadow.

So sad, so silent words are just words
Here and there, busy pleasing everybody is there hope for us?

Clock ticks in my sleep;
Waking me up into a different time of year,
Diving into someone’s heart only to be forgotten.
Forever bad timing, I dream for my own life
One day all my thoughts are of you.
Someday I’ll get over you and forget all that too.

No tricks, no traps I don’t deserve you?
Star

This Was Our Spring Break

Rain falling against window panes,
Raining from another life, into a giant mirror
I am the rain.

Looking at strangers and imagining their lives.
Squeezing past people in order to find a window seat,
Falling in and out of sleep remembering winter.
Watching the shadows of little clouds drawn away,
With my head leant against a train set window.

What I came to miss has no name.
Gazing up to widening November skies in April,
These roads lead into old maps, nightfall, stars and trees.
In-between seasons faded from the winter calming down summer,
Throwing the last bits of my packed lunch to the birds.
Painters and fishermen dotting the

The Defeated

Found myself in the sea of the darkest blue
Walking beyond and through,
The sky of the clearest blue.

I gave you my heart involuntarily
Do not mistake my negative words,
As those of a negative person.
The words fall around me from other worlds,
I pick at them and rearrange them like they were mine alone.
Somewhere in the deepest dark,
All that I'd bottled up poured out from my scars.
Rainbows made from blood, sweat and tears.

I gave you my heart involuntarily
And you squeezed, shook, kick and punched, and walked all over it.
It was always you that I wanted, the only love I never had.
The only comfort I know is that one morning I

Whimpering Wildflower Soul

Blood in your pockets
(a cyclone of money radiating life)
Wish me well
I could have been your barricade,
I could have been your property,
You flew over it.

It’s not the politicians or princes in body bags.
Soldier’s with cigarettes and parents with searchlights,
Hand grenades of hopes.
Whimpering wildflower souls,
Pulled from the roots
Flowers into dust,
A panic attack or a heart attack.

Writing or peeling away the skin off,
Old war wounds.
Writing doesn’t make you God,
It just turns you into another war victim.

Blood in your pockets
(it’s not the politicians or princes in body bags)
A cyclone of money

I Had A Dream

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

Glass Museum

Broken winged beneath the pale moonlight
I close my eyes only for a moment;
Flying out of the window with you over the rooftops,
I want to leave me, something will change.
Specks of dust in neverland or glass museum
It's so much more inspiring than moonlight is to me
On the edge of your soul, my mirror reflects who I am
Never come down, never go backwards.

At times I've seen you let it all out
Mixing the sun with the darkness,
Other times I've seen you hung from a flag pole
Harder than it as to be
Saw what we may become
At times as sure as we be
Sleet and snow in a enchanted forest
Stitching leaves together to blanket our doubt

Auctioneering

Loves (black box heart recorder) auction
Released my love from love;
I remember, I remember, remember,
More listened to when said,
Than when saying
We exist.

Day is done.
Have heart,
Under the skin.
Any advance on crying?
Going, going, gone.
Don’t look back for me,
Merging with the mist,
I’ve never felt better in my life.
When I awoke you were not real,
Just dead skin to me.

Day is done,
Sundays dust
Twirled around,
Dead leaves
Freckled dancing,
Stumbling.
Short times in long times,
Dust on her hands.
Teardrops are pearls of home
Tumbling out,
Shards of heart
It gets you down,
Words falling
Downwards up

Removing My Heart

Stars are guardians of broken hearts,
Lonely lullaby scowling my dreams.
In the glittering horizon shores bleed,
Remove my heart; love gives me my last regret,
Nightmares in my dreams, exploring love’s dementia.

Winter solitude in the misty morning,
Time is all the time, it takes to entwine.
A heart of blue cascading all this will fade,
All these words showering down upon silence.
Stepping over my heart, stepping stones are abandoned hearts.

(Running blind)
I know you would have said it all before.
(Running late)
You had to go, I know you wouldn’t if you could.

Stars are guardians of broken hearts,
I hear in my mind

Not Worth Tears

Towering mirrors sail into the lonely storm,
(circling yourself in the eye) You know how it’s going to end.
The heart breaks you in places (people expect you to be)
No moon tonight. Sadness is too hard to reflect,
It’s just something for you to talk down (and sow up).

Shadows are painting halos on statues
(opening up a map)
Gripped tighter by each and every towering tear,
The conflict gives you something to live for (sharpens the lines)
Optimism is see-through (kindness a terrible thing) not worth your love.

I’d really like to help you from the love of love;
It’s your love candlelight, tears and all things out

Illusion Is For Forever

Ourselves are ghosts (the dead are alone)
It’s me; it’s not you, it’s me,
Everything about me says I’m dead.

There’s no other way to look the other way.

Life’s a constraint;
A procession of defeated colours,
Poked in the eye and drowned out by negativity.

Black-eyed
(Butterfly new life)
Black – red escape

To die alone
(Is better than living alone)
But what if your life is dead alone?

Untogether beneath the heavens,
Walking through God's illusion
Wind in the lines blown through the restraints,
Illusion strapped tightly to transition
Crystallised waves carry you away from your life,
The li

A Little, A Lot Or Not At All

From out of springs confusion,
that wanted it all or nothing
and used to wish too be autumn colours...
The rain of forgiveness swept down
from mountains of frustration.
In time flowers grow over graves and battlefields.

I broke dandelion clocks to remind myself
of the words you said, when we were getting along.

Even though the world wears us
away in winter you cry with me.
Not letting go until we've cried it all out.
The funeral of the sun became
the rebirth of our love.
Like summer kisses burying
the things that scare me.

I chained daisies together, not to question your love
but just so I could feel the same in return.
Each

Skimming Stones and Ripples

The heart of a story is an ink stain
Stars fall into a dark well like coins,
My words run to you like inky tears.

Reflections remind us that although some wishes come true,
Not all things last and life can sometimes be rebuilt like houses of cards.

You made me dream I had wings,
Like a lone little white cloud in a clear blue sky,
I felt you always there and I chose to hide with you.

Skimming stones to re-explore the dreary universe's memory of endless days,
Unprepared flights on paper planes prepare us for credits, bills and paper hearts.

You made me love what I love
Like a lonely rainbow made of love after the rain,
You coloured

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Colours are tears from heaven
Falling rain on red roses,
My heart bares the flag of the dead.
Disappointed stood a shadow on the edge of the road,
My soul tares apart the shade over the sidewalk.
Crying my eyes out, praying for colour
Please colour me in.

Fear of falling
Depressed about nothing,
Everyday on edge
Sad about everything,
Sunlight coming and going across water,
Sinking like a stone but in control,
Sick and tired of listening to people.

Closing my eyes to dream, makes me wish ghosts were real
There must be a real ghost among them all,
To take all the unreal people by the hand and show them reality.

Waves echoing t

Swept Away

Enchanted I look to the sky,
Never quite touching your gentle soul.
Endured like the suns reflection across the sea,
Never quite knowing you.
Touching waves trying to reach you,
A gentle touch that blinds you from knowing me
Reaching out says more than a confession can,
Never thought I could fall again.

Migratory heart setting off toward the cartoon sky,
All the colours combine to confuse.
All the distances run, tears turn to warmth
On the outside I see you and you see me,
Colour pours out of you leaving me only black.
Your shadow casts over me,
Without you there’s no sunshine,
That’ll get me through the times I&#

To Here Where When

Searching for answers in the night,
Like for puzzle pieces that don't fit
Feeling sorry for the bad guy,
People speak of goodness when it suits them
Grown ups are allowed to make all the same mistakes again maturely,
Growing up is really growing into everything you hate.

Aching heart shadow boxing to the beat of shuffling feet
Living yesterday with a look to the future stare
Sleeping through the morning wishing I had another chance
Dreaming of tomorrow as a better version of yesterday
To here where when you tell me to go I understand you really mean stay
Out of breathe pushing me into the deep end without armbands
Unbalanced pus

IMPORTANCE OF INSIGNIFICANCE

Sitting on top of a mountain of ice cream
Whenever I wake up I fall further down
My tears run down my face crashing through the floor
Forming a ring of fire around me
Keeping me safe for now.

Stubborn mouth only ever safe on my own
Making out large sums in my head using my fingers
Hugging myself and not wanting to let go
Teeth like sugar cubes
Sugar kisses and bites.

Wind is howling can't tell if there's someone calling
What if I go out there and no-ones calling?
Apprehensive shape changing hyper active closed eyelids ripe pyramids
Ripeness seeking comfort in the importance of insignificance
Grasping misheard justice answers wi

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I Think I Might Sleep Today

by ~DrowningByWords, Mar 18, 2007, 7:51:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / Experimental / Surrealism

The sea is rough stirred with tea spoons
Dishes swim in kitchen made dreams,
Crossing the land hooked onto a washing line.
The landscape is dirty linen, clothes and sheets
Being washed, ironed and folded out again and again,
A little rain never hurt no-one.

Words are flames in a cooker
Spread out like a jigsaw table cloth,
Staring into tealeaves and seeds
Creased and scattered into the breeze.

My only friends
Kitchen appliances speak to me,
As I escape dodging around empty seats
Curled around the tip of a fork.

Dishes swim in kitchen made dreams
Crossing the land hooked onto a washing line,
Words are flames.
Kitchen appliances speak to me
A little rain never hurt no-one,
This bleeding heart sneezed out of his nose
His better than anything I can prepare.

I Think I Might Sleep Todayby ~DrowningByWords

Literature / Poetry / Experimental / Surrealism

This is my mothering sunday (mothers day) poem

Sincere and heartfelt thanx to my mother and her mother
And lots of thanx to

for letting me use her msn quote as a title
it fitted it so well I thought

and also thanx for helping decide on what preview
image to choose it was a hard choice so thanx

decided to go with the one you liked best

found the preview image on google
but heres a link to where it can be found
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and here's a link to mothers day background research
and some cool facts and info about it and stuff

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this poem is not just for mothers day celebrated on this
day in the United Kingdom, Ireland and Nigeria
but also is for all the other mothers days across the world

Mother's Day in various languages

* (al): Dita e Nënës (8 Marsi)
* (ar) : يوم الأمّ (Yaum al-Umm)
* (arm) : Մայրության օր (Mayrutyan or)
* (ber) : tameγra n tyemmat
* (bg) : Ден на Майката
* (bs) : dan majki
* (ch) : 母亲节 or 母親節 (mǔ qīn jié

* (hr) : Majčin dan
* (cz) : Den Matek
* (da) : Mors dag
* (nl) : Moederdag
* (de) : Muttertag
* (el) : Γιορτή της Μητέρας
* (et) : Emadepäev
* (dar) : روز مادر (Ruz-e Madar)
* (fi) : Äitienpäivä
* (fr) : (La) Fête des mères
* (he) : (he) יום האם (Yom ha-em)
* (hr) : Majčin dan
* (hu) : (Az) Anyák napja
* (ga) : Lá na Mháithair
* (is) : Mæðradagur
* (id) : Hari Ibu
* (it) : (La) Festa della mamma
* (ja) : 母の日 (Haha no Hi)
* (kor) : 어버이날 (Oboi Nal)
* (lv) : Mātes diena
* (lt) : Motinos diena
* (bm) : Hari Ibu
* (mt) : Jum l-Omm
* (no) : Morsdag
* (per) : روز مادر (Rouz-e Maadar)
* (pl) : Dzień Matki
* (pt) : (O) Dia das Mães
* (ro) : Ziua mamei
* (ru) : День Матери
* (es) : Día de la Madre
* (sk) : Deň matiek
* (sl) : Materinski dan
* (sv) : Mors dag
* (sh) : Liepstacoq Bua
* (ta) : Araw ng mga Ina/Nanay
* (tam) : Annaiyar Dhinam
* (th) : วันแม่
* (tr) : Anneler günü
* (ua) : Свято Матері
* (cy) : Sul y Mamau
* (ma) : Ammamar Dinam
* (ka) : Ammandira Dina