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Amartolos
Far in the depth of the night
every night hour another soul dies
far in the depth of the sky
you would've heard their last cry

Sleeping so long
remembering the sin
forgetting outside
and wondering within
far from the past and into the future
far away from home (Chorus)

Lonley and sleepless nights
the moon comes up
turns off the light
Prevents your heart from beating
you can't escape the meeting
death awaits you now

Your eyes as deep as the sea
are becoming, becoming empty
Your soul as full as the sky
dissapearing like the sun in the night

Further and further from home
you are afraid to be alone
your lips quieter than breath
your mouth has no more words left

Your shriek as shrill as a bell
I will be waiting in hell


My mother is making up music for this.. so far all I can say, BEAUTIFUL

[Alexey]

The poem is really amazing Ida, no wonder your mother decided to put music on it.

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Isn't it creepy and depressing?

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Panica
Fear consumes
an unfourtunate soul
it takes over
the body and mind
and though you, a mortal
might die very soon
fear remains the undying.

The trust
fear drinks
savoring each sip
and the words
"I don't trust you"
spill from your lips
and the feelings you
lose, that fear has hid
all those things will
come to an end

And being very clever
fear will hide
but each time I
see you,
there's fear in
your eyes
and fear devours
kind words in your mouth
and fear makes you
tremble and shout
and though very brave
you usually are,
I'm afraid this time
fear won the war.

***
I've always lived
in tortured freedom
for a very simple reason
every kiss feels like
a prison
for your lips once
lock on mine
my thoughts are
trapped inside my mind
and all ideas like
the mist
get devoured by
your kiss
and your love
although not true
keeps on binding
me and you
and the things you've
always said, keep my
thoughts outside my head
and so I'm trapped
inside my freedom
though I could
of course
break this chain
I still love you
and always will
though my freedom
you will soon kill. (for possesive people o.O)

[Alexey]

Ida, you ARE a real poet, trust me. .

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thank you

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Last Dance
He took her hand
for a lovely waltz
and they danced
and danced together
and every minute
ticking by
felt as if forever

And every moment
since they met
no fear
seemed to be a threat
but she didn't know
that death will come
soon
and their dance will
be over under the
moon

A bullet was shot
right in his heart
and slowly their hands
withdrew apart
and one last thing
he said before he died
"this is our last dance,
my darling, goodbye."

[Alexey]

Ida Do you really think it's that easy or even possible to shoot a tightly dancing man right in his heart? (rather than in his lady's back)?

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there is a move in the waltz called the butterfly and u seperate soo.. yeah lol

[Alexey]

Oh, so one to shoot him was the person who knew that. Nice.

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Hmmm maybe..

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TrAuMa
All my memories gone
with the wind
to a place
I can't find
No matter how hard
I try
and though
I can't remember you
I know that I loved you
and you were a part
of my life

All I remember are
the feelings I had
but you moved on,
haven't you?
I am a helpless child,
now what do I do?
No one will help me.
I like in my bed
and because of
a trauma
I'm now as good
as dead.

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Seven
Think about your life
before you die
and what you did
and didnt do
think about unhelpful things
and think about what helped you

Think about the gleaming ocean,
rolling waves, so green
and think about the gold bright sun,
the rays that always gleam

Think about the twinkling starts
and think about the rocky moon
think about summer days
and think about winter gloom

Think about the things you missed in life
the things you wanted to do...
your wish will come true,
count to seven and you can do these things
in heaven.

***
Play the notes
on the
silver keys
Let the music
touch your heart
and I will play
the golden strings
gentley tearing your tears
apart

Let the melancholy
dissapear
let your worries
be gone
I will nourish you
to happiness
with this dreamy song

Go on, spread
your angel wings
with your voice
that always sings
and we will fly together
for a time that feels like
forever
and our love dissapearing never
with our sun tipped hearts.

There will never be a reason
to cry
for all the sadness in this song
has died.

***
I cannot hear
the words you speak
and I cannot see
the things you see
but as I lightly touch
your skin
You cannot feel
what I can feel

Your skin is soft
and silky
like blankets on
a winter night
I feel your throat
your voice
so gentle
so light

I Fell your hair
which feels like
coils of the softest
thread
that someone has lain
upon your head

And I feel down
for your hands
so firn so strong
your think fingers
bony and long
I fell my heart
it beats so fast
I found my true love
at last.

Bird
I see you flying
so high up
and wish that
I could fly
your shiny feathers
and your wings
that never seem to die

Your determination
and you bravery
will always amaze me
and I don't know
how you can live
so high up in the tree

And I know the day
would come
when you have to raise
the young
and your offspring
just like you
will do the things
you do.

You think
You think you
can hurt me
but walk away
wounded
you thought you
can break my heart
and Instead I tore yours
apart.

You think I care enough?
Of course I made it
look like it, a bluff.
You think I love you
you take advantage
but you don't have a clue
that I take advantage of
your blindness too.

[Alexey]

Ha-ha Ida, it seems so very silly to read how you found your true love at last.

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its not about me im not deaf and blind (its about helen keller. it pisses me off when people think what i write is about me ) and i didnt find my true love cuz im breaking up with my boyfriend anyway so hahahahahahah XD

[Alexey]

Whatever, it's still funny anyway.

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o well whatever lol

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Silence
Born into the world
not knowing the future
or who you are
sweet music haunts your life
for years to pass
and yet to come
your friends rip to pieces
one by one, a dreaded silence
in your heart and mind
You cannot help it
your soul is crying
your emotions fill up to the brim
and yet you choose to keep them in
forever silencing your lips
your mysterious face,
and the friends you miss ♥

Ok this poem IS about me I miss Brenda

[Alexey]

Who the hell is she making you feel so sad?????

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No she moved. Like she moved schools she wasn't being mean. SHe moved.. we still talk though