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LonelyI look at the stars
Hoping to see something
Looking back at me.

But its just echoes
Of dead and dying
Suns and worlds.

Nothing's listening,
Nothing's speaking,
Nothing really cares.

There is no design,
No grand plans to
Make the universe spin.

There's only darkness,
Suffocating and cold,
Consuming the light.

Resting In NatureGreen leaves, soft wind,

The gentle whisper of the breeze.

Frogs croak, Birds sing,

The water reflects the warmth of the Sky.

Calm breathing, light sighing,

The boy and the girl lie calmly in the grass.

Midday Mildness, Soft shade,

Trees provide the greatest shields.

Light shifting, kind yawning,

The Lovers stir in their sleep.

A summer day to never forget.

A nature orchestra providing the lightest music.

A day shared, Hands linked,

The lovers sleep in peace.

You always tell me the same storyHe's in love with a scene from the winter
that occurs on a trip to Washington,
when the dark is constant and the trees jog
like legends alongside the highway;

as his eyes fall half-sleep but his senses remain
taut and vigilant, sweating on the wheel,
pitching nerve to the sound of branches cracking,
bristling under his wind-torn jacket;

the time of evening when the sunset rests
at its very highest, bright and sudden as Heaven,
an aureate glow around the birdsongs,
the stench of roadkill muted by a golden frost;

a taste of nirvana,
an instruction of faith,
the blatant existence of God,

lost as soon as he rounds the bend.

On days like thisOn days like this,
I like to think
About just how lucky I am.

How lucky I am
To have food
And a roof over my head.

How lucky I am
To have a beating heart
And air in my lungs.

How I lucky I am
To even have been born.
Imagine...

Out of every sperm and egg,
And every unknown miscarriage,
I survived. We all did.

That in itself is amazing.
Then add on that life itself
Is amazing and wonderful.

How many systems
Must work in tandem
To keep me alive?

If one single DNA strand
Were to replicate wrong
My life would be irreparably damaged.

If my temperature is off
By just the variance between in and out,
I die.

These things astound me.
Every c

ReptileBy design, I survive hiding, quiet;
carnivorous.
I am my fangs, or my claws, or my muscle;
alien from accepted.

Please, do not forget,
my cold blood seeks heat.

The softness of scales surprises the skin
of ignorant fingers.

RandomSiren sing me that beautiful
song of love, death and tragedy.
of war that was outplaced by love
are other things. Oh siren sing me
that song that has kept you singing,
the song that kept you breathing, the
song that every man, woman and child
would like to hear.

Wishing for WingsI was born a caterpillar...
Plump and cute and green.
You might think it would be great,
But that was not my dream!

Every day the birds came
The prettiest of things.
Though they want to eat me,
I can't help but watch those wings!

Every night I wish
On the first star in the sky
Please oh please just give me
Wings so I can fly!

In the morning I'd wake up
And through the trees I'd climb...
If I had wings I wouldn't crawl,
A dumb inch at a time.

I never stopped the wishing,
I never gave up hope...
Then happened this strange thing...
Did not think I could cope!

All the sky still left to see...
And mother tells me "Dear,"
"It's time for you t

Morning CallMorning Call
Sudden shower
Lying half-awake in bed
The soft, tender form of my darling touching me
To my delight, the trill of the bugle
The tumult of the rifles
Had been stilled by the rain
The only sound i heard
Through the soft, quiet swish of my fan
Was the soft and silent swish of the late summer rain
I lay in bed to listen
Until 9 AM

The Song of the WolfEnlighten me, moon
For your beauty gives me strength
Enlighten me, stars
For your vastness across the sky gives me freedom
Enlighten me, earth
For your energy gives me life
Enlighten me, universe
For I am the Great Wolf

This Strange LandThis strange land

Where the breeze kisses my skin
And runs its cool fingers
Through my hair.

Where the long grass ripples
Against the wind
Like the gentle waves of a sea.

This strange land

Where the trees stand tall and mighty
With arms reaching over the gravel path
As if attempting to grab me.

Where the pines huddle closely together
Whispering amongst each other
In a language I do not understand.

This strange land

Where the sweet voices of birds
Paint the wind
With vivacious tunes

Where a heartbeat is heard
From within the earth
Vigorous, spirited

And alive.

light is dark and dark is lightHave you eaten from the fruits of insanity?
have you not yet bitten into the bitter sweet fruit of sins that lay upon truth?
or are you still living in the safety of a lye,
for I have moved on
while you are still hiding in the blackness of the day
I am bathing under the light of the shade
and though you are blind by the hellish suns rays
I can see
So I will take you by the hand and lead your wandering soul down the proper path of darkness
not the path of son and truth but the path of lies death and gloom
for this is the path of safty
this path was built for you...

Let Loose.
She's ripping her jeans off at the thighs.Pulling out her hemp flip flops.
Bikinis under tank tops are tied.Preparing for the heat of summer.
She dances with the breeze, and runs to the sea. With a free laugh in she jumps.
Waves crash overhead, but she knows how to tread the trails of this old friend.
That girl is on the loose again.
Bare skin on sand, shoes dangle in hand. Her hair dripping with salt water.
She falls on the beach and looks at her feet. White sand is coating like sugar.
She lays her head back and starts to relax,to the sounds of her soothing ocean.
Breathing in the scent of salt drying on sun warmed skin.
That

Joyful SongTonight's a starry night
With a gleaming moon.
You feel alive and energetic
Ready to run with joy.

Adrenaline courses through your veins
Waiting to be released.
It sends energy through your body,
And you just want to let loose.

In seconds you feel a rush.
It engulfs you from head to toe.
The energy is finally released
As a howl erupts from your throat.

The howl is a song of joy,
And many wolves hear the tune.
They overcome with happiness
As they join in the joyful song.

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That makes me love you this way
It's who you are at heart that counts
I won't punish you for your mistakes
'Cuz they're the ones everyone makes
And punishment isn't my job now

If you feel like you're unloved
And life is starting to come undone
I'll be holding onto the last string
Remember that family comes first
Even when times are the worst
You will still hear me sing

You are fine
Hear me, brother of mine
Some things just take time
Don't you cry
Let wipe your eyes
And turn them to the sky

I know you too well to hate you
And I'll still cry when someone takes you
But you'll never be forgot

When You Are Given A DreamSo I had a dream
I was in the form of a black man
I don't know why
Because I'm a white girl
But I knew that was me

I was at a sports event of some kind
Possibly basketball
Or baseball
I could tell it was at night
And I was surrounded with people
These people must have been friends

I heard a whisper in my ear
"The end is near,"
No breath came from it
No heat
Nothing that showed a person had said it to me

Again
"Come with me, the end is near,"
Scared my neck out of whack
It was like a brain freeze in the wrong spot
It was a bad feeling, before it went blank

Me, as the black man
I got in bed
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Through The Rain

by ~AloiseBrennan, May 4, 2012, 11:31:51 AM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

I want to ride a horse through the rain
If it helps
Wash away the scorns I give myself
No one has to be perfect
But if some of this filth stays
It will grow onto me

I can breathe in the rain
With the power of four hooves
I can call over the hills
And fall back from the thunder in response

Just take a moment
To redirect the wind and capture the lightning
I'm not a farmer of storms
But they fill my harvest of words
And make buoyant my blood
As passion is bled onto the books

I will take a steed and ride
Through the rain
Soak my coat and shoes
So I can come home
And taste a little warmth

Through The Rainby ~AloiseBrennan

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Wrote this on the bus. This lady was staring at me the whole time I was writing...kinda creepy.

Also inspired by a song of the same title: [link]

~Kereth-Midknight Feb 8, 2013 Student Writer

It's only by aiming for the bulls-eye that we manage to hit the target at all. (RE: First stanza) *nod sagely* Another concoction of well-strung metaphors. Nicely done!

~AloiseBrennan Feb 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you

It's mostly derived from a short scene in the movie Mansfield Park, which is quite literal to the passage.

~RiseAgainstOppurtune Jun 1, 2012 Student General Artist

Rain. A wondrous inspiration, I've found.
Amazing imagery, keep it up.

~AloiseBrennan Jun 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

GAH, thank you again!

~RiseAgainstOppurtune Jun 4, 2012 Student General Artist

Haha. Don't think on it. ^^

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