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Talents are a gift from God so we should make use of what He gave to us and turn them into wonderful masterpieces. I'm no artist and I am just a complete novice but I love creating wonderful objects with my own hands.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Poetry ~ Window To My Soul ~ Emotions I Can't Express



 ~ Drifting Far Away~
lost in the heart of a crowded city
....everyone has places to go to...
           destinations they hope to reach soon...
trap themselves inside the four-walled monster...
....streets with so many road arrows...
....................pointing everywhere....
but they sure find their way...
their eyes so full of life....
                                    but she doesn't know the name of the street
she is going to...so many streets...signs....so confusing...
but how do people know where to go?
she....just blends in
but she always stands out
......her face a flower....
her smile so bright
....her reddish brown eyes never gleam....
she laughs with everyone....
but she's always so far away....so near and yet so far...
she's here...but....she....
isn't
exactly
here....
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 ~ Voiceless~
Her voice was like the Angel's melody
That could heal the heart's malady.
How jealous were the seraphims
While concealing their darkness through their whims.
A peach that promises eternity
Was sent in her chamber with utmost secrecy.
Delighted for such a gift of immortality,
She ate the Seed that rooted her endless melancholy.
Unable to sing, she watched the dawning of the day
And cursed all the Angels with words she couldn't say...
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~ Nameless Existence ~ 
A nameless existence
Dwells in the castle of ruins.
When thunder strikes,
Mirror falls crashing down.
She begins her soliloquy,
Acting like an radical goddess,
Pretending to gather
Specks of hope
In the dust-covered floor.
Breaking. The sound of her heart breaking
She’s losing her grip
Her eyes are lifeless
With dirty, wounded hands astir,
Searching for a small light from the dust.
A nobody under the sun
Gazes upon the one she loves.
He walks without hesitation,
Unaware of those eyes
Silently wishing from afar.
With her faltered voice,
She speaks to the world
But she can't even hear
Her own voice.
Her visage in ruins,
Like her castle in gray.
No sun ever shines,
And no moon ever appears
In this world where sorrow lies.
A crestfallen soul
Will forever wander
In the world behind the reality…

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