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ATS Poetic Collaboration

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posted on Jan, 21 2011 @ 06:03 PM
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Something I Wrote, x


Silently screaming,

In the silence I hold my tongue,
afraid of loosing words that escape me,
fearing my words will just fly away,
then captured and never set free.

A sadness surrounds me, but only on the inside,
No person shall I allow there,
its the place that I hide.

My own arms are there to comfort me,
along with memories past,
life continues on.
spinning sometime way to fast,

I stand alone in my silence.
and that's ok with me,
I am my own soldier,
Only I can set myself free.....




posted on Feb, 2 2011 @ 08:26 PM
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Originally posted by asala

Something I Wrote, x


Silently screaming,

In the silence I hold my tongue,
afraid of loosing words that escape me,
fearing my words will just fly away,
then captured and never set free.

A sadness surrounds me, but only on the inside,
No person shall I allow there,
its the place that I hide.

My own arms are there to comfort me,
along with memories past,
life continues on.
spinning sometime way to fast,

I stand alone in my silence.
and that's ok with me,
I am my own soldier,
Only I can set myself free.....






Beautiful, Asala.



posted on Feb, 3 2011 @ 06:55 AM
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God does not take one away,
God merely moves them out of sight.
For they are waiting in bright light,
As you search in the shadows of night.



posted on Mar, 12 2011 @ 08:15 AM
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When you walk a hundred miles,
Yet still feel right at home.
Where the men tip their hat,
And women take a bow.
You will know you are where you belong,
Safe and sound in a land of your own.



posted on Mar, 12 2011 @ 01:54 PM
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Nice poem, mis, I totally understand the sentiments.


Originally posted by Misoir
When you walk a hundred miles,
Yet still feel right at home.
Where the men tip their hat,
And women take a bow.
You will know you are where you belong,
Safe and sound in a land of your own.



posted on Mar, 13 2011 @ 09:06 AM
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This one was based on a dream I had a few years ago

Journey in my dreams...

far away i call you...,
as i watch your shadows dance among the distant trees,
in my dreams i am there with you,
running wild and free.

I am small in this place,
in this land that you roam,
I am but another creature,
in this place I call my home.

I run among your wolf pack,
running through the trees,
now I am but a shadow,
running wild and free.

So I call upon you as my brothers,
when I need you,
you are there,
in my dreams there in the distance
your freedom I will share...

so keep on dancing shadows,
i will call you in the night,
let’s carry on our journey,
till the evening turns to light.



posted on Mar, 21 2011 @ 08:31 PM
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Once again, beautifully written, Asala. I think we have a professional on our hands here.


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posted on Mar, 22 2011 @ 04:39 AM
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lol i wish,
I would only post them on Ats as im not brave enough to post any of my poems, I love to write and im always jotting things down,

Kinda stress relief for me


The other poems here are wonderfull! I really enjoy reading them, xx



posted on Mar, 22 2011 @ 11:17 AM
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ok, i hope it flows
no titles, i will just italicize the first line of the next one



fluffy moonlight
settles
like frosting
on the pillows
on the sheets
on the bed

icy fingers
steal away
warmth
in the pillows
in the sheets
in the bed

forethought and
hindsight
slip
through time
through the pillows
through the sheets
through the bed

worry and
fear
pulsate
through the mind
through the pillows
through the sheets
through the bed

dreams and
nightmares
lurk
alive
in the wind
in the rain
in the night


in the corners
black shapes
writhe
among the dark
gray
shadows

waves of fear
you go rigid
so rigid

here comes
the shadow man
smiling, lying, leaning
against the door

and here come
the chilling whispers
vapors of icy death
ropey tentacles
snaking out
from the dark, gray
shadow man

sleeping
twisting
turning
waking

the presence reaching
pulsating dread
he looms in the corner
solid and so real

exploding panic
running


hollow dream
tunnels entwine
malignant design
flexing hand
snipping ponytails
edges burning

eyelashes fall
across your knee
running centipede
like a brush
pulling
through hair

empty dream
clacking tunnels
screaming centipede
entwined with
the brush

design falls
malignant eyelash
burning hand
fingerless

dreaming again
lustful tunnels
burning centipede
entwined with hand

malignant brush
pulling
falling
upon ponytails
derelict


it feels gross
so squishy and mushy and
slimy
like that of a pale green
a very pale green that is also waxy
with spots of white
maybe spots of yellow

but this gross thing
is so gross that thinking
on it makes your mind
slimy
squishy
turns your thoughts to mush
MUSH

so much mush
in so little space
it's no wonder
the computer screen
invades
the mind's eye


~Aura~
edit on 22-3-2011 by PrincessAura because: tags



posted on Mar, 26 2011 @ 03:34 PM
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I walk around town with a frown on my face
looking at the world from an entire different place
wondering what my next crew will do for feeding starving families dues.

facing hard times when scrutiny from the powers that be unfold
waiting for silver to become rich as gold
greed is their virtue and their creed while we suffer at the hands of the elites.

Our feet turn cold as we lose battles to the old.
the mess which depress add stress to many
more which never had the chance to take a glance
at a second chance to live free as we need to be.

The future will come but will it be undone with our thumb up our rear
without survival gear?

Done by me you see.



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