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.:A Humble Present to You:.

My sister and my best friend, and
A shoulder to lean on when I'm blue.
Listen to my humble poetic gift
I made especially just for you.

Greatest thing that has ever happened to me
A best friend that I never knew I could have.
You are the second family I have outside my own,
A cute and intelligent sister, kind and funny friend at that.

Never let our friendship fade, rather let it
Grow as we continue to age on and on.
Be there a problem or any obstacle, you
Always have us, your family and friends to cheer you on.

To my dearest friend, who I've known for nearly a decade,
I wish you the best of memories of this special day.

.... Mal

My true familyFamily?
What does that word mean?
Is it who your biologically related too?
Is the people who helped raise you?
Or is the people that made you become you?

We all have family even if their not there
We all have friends even if they don't seem to care
We all need happiness and for life to be fair
But is it family that gets us there?
Or is it the friends who never seem to care?

Family as it is defined means little to me
Because my biological family never wanted me
So family to me never gave me what i need
but the people in Sheffield
Who gave me what i need
Are my true family

Pytanie bez odpowiedzi...Niepisane sny, niemalowane drogi
Niewyśpiewane słowa, bez magii zaklęcia
Skrzydła bez chęci lotu i bez grzechu rogi
Pachną jak lasy bezdrzewne, bez ciepła objęcia

To jak pieśń bez głosu, gitara bez strun
Bez gryfu, bez kluczy, bez muzyki kształtu
To jakby pismo wikingów nie składało się z run!
Tak, jakbyś chciał dokonać ma muzyce gwałtu...

To pachnie tańcem bez kroków, bez rytmu i tancerzy
To dmie wiatrem bez wiatru, kaleczy górą bez szczytu
Jakby się bazyliszek do nas bez swoich kłów szczerzył

IdentifyIdentify?!

My Hours streched liked the nights sky.
Memory, runs its fingers through my hair;
A welcome pain over throws this body,
My sorrows lasting effect!

The past feeds my growing darkness.
I will for it to change me;
To feel it work upon my mind.
To create something, wholly original.

Secrets burn inside me, like coals.
I know I can never let go of;
A piece of me which can't be seperate.
It threatens to finish my existence.

Striving to mergre two personas;
The cliche' of light and dark.
I ask a single question;
With whom should I, Identify?!

To argo soneto Περνούν οι αχτίδες του φεγγαριού και περιμένεις να σε πάρουν -
γιατί ο Ήλιος στη νύχτα δεν είναι παρά ένα φεγγάρι
και αρ&ga

La couer de la merTears rolling over my cheeks,
that day still in my head.
It touched my heart, from the beginning to the end.
The sea did not have mercy on them,
and many mistakes have been made.
Now they are in heaven looking down on us.
They are the hearts of the sea and we shall never forget them.
And still, she sails in all her glory,
dead like her passengers but still going.
Always onwards forevermore,
and through the seven seas.
For the Titanic lives on.

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Mystery Of Phantasmby ~xInsideTheHorizonx

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Concrete Poetry

©2012-2013 ~xInsideTheHorizonx

We chased around the bend,
Men and women in costumes,
We laughed with treats,
We drove a green van,
We visited everywhere,
Traveled with the old legends,
Castles to amusement parks,
Hotels to mansions,
Islands to towns,
Fake curses to legends,
Stories to myths,
We zoinked the moments,
It will always stay in my heart,
I miss watching,
I will be here forever.

*LandNarwals May 31, 2012 Professional Writer

OH MY GOD! I love scooby doo!

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~xInsideTheHorizonx Apr 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

it is about scooby doo. The poem was about Scooby Doo will never leave my heart.

I loved that show since i was a baby now I'm 16 yrs old and still in love with my old pals Shaggy & Scooby Doopy Doo.

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~mistbornfan101 Apr 25, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

the poem reminds me of scooby doo and all their adventures and the picture is AMAZING nice work

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