

Something so hiddensomething so hidden you may never find lost beyond words and left beyond mind something so simple, yet more than you know much stranger than fiction, much bigger than loveSomething so hidden
something so hidden might never be seen left in the rhytm, the things inbetween in the middle somewhere you may find it and see that something, that somehow you need to be free
perhaps it is life, yet it seems to be more,
perhaps it's the question of what was before yet you know deep inside that it's simpler than this it's no more and no less than a wonderful wish
but a wish can be


The pale silver moonThe pale silver moon in the dusty grey sky, the day also dying as autumn comes by The withering leaves, the most beautuiful death as king Winter awakens with snowfall instead of flowers of spring and of summer alike, the dawn of the year has been left in a dike and of this we may speak in a tone soft as feather when the wind blows its wisdom all into the weatherThe pale silver moon
The pale silver moon in the starlit new night, the even star shining uneasily bright, a snowy new landscape of doom and despair, but also of joy as the christmas is near where the gifts come along and the w


The word-wiperCalling him the word-wiper seemed completely wrong, though it was the right description. He earned his living looking through the pages of that great eternal book called destiny, living in shadows, but the happiest kind and there he wiped away words and put in new. Not with all the words of course, but with those words that stopped being of importance. Destiny is a fragile thing, you know and things change. Like with Cynthia Polkin.The word-wiper
Cynthia was a strict and organized woman who fit the stereotype of a stern teacher to a tie, never being far away from her book of seemingly unending quantities of rules. She called this book simply


I used to be as happyI used to be as happy,I used to be as happy
as happy as can be
Cause I was climbing mountains
each time I climbed a tree
And I would smile and sing
like an opera-singer self
Cause I would see a playground
and they would see a shelf
I used imagination and named my door and bed, I called them "Jim and Kelly" which made others shake their head
Cause they grew up in no time,
the others aged the same
They didn't know as I did,
that life is just a game
Oh sure, there's limitations,
you cannot fly away But if you run with w
Devious Comments
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~Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult - George Eliot~
~Believe only what you yourself test and judge to be true - Buddha~
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Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
Thank you so much for the fav! :]
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Praise be to Yevon.
I like your stuff too
--Obale
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Have a nice day
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Friday night in the Kingdom of Dooooooom.
Official apology and explanation of my
mysterious absence underneath this
sentence...
Sorry that I'm not posting that often here,
I just didn't have as much time to be here as I
thought at first.
With that said this is a nice page
and I consider most persons here truly talented.
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If all your friends were named Cliff would you jump off them??
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If all your friends were named Cliff would you jump off them??
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~sometimes you think your flying, but really you're just waiting for the fall~
your poems are wonderful!
WELCOME TO dA!!!
Luisa xoxo
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~sometimes you think your flying, but really you're just waiting for the fall~
(sound of microphone closely by)
Yes, it seems so.
Well, I haven't exactly rehearsed, but
I'm Karoline in real life, Akima Rose on this page.
I like to read, write, be on the net and nintendo
and I think elephants and dandylions are great.
And that's what I'll say for now.
(microphone is turned of and great big audience
have dissapointed looks)
(microphone is once again turned on and audience looks hopeful)
You'll get the speech later.
(audience boos, but Karoline does not care,
she has to write poetry and stuff like that now)
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