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Shouting, screaming, annoying
Pain, head-ache, crony, sidekick
Fighting, Losing, Joining
BlamedWhy am I wrong
When I am right?
Didn't do anything
Yet there's still a fight
Have to clean up a mess
That's not even mine
There's a shout
And then I'm accused of a crime!
Why is it I'm always to blame
For things I didn't do?
I hate the false blame
When I know its not true
Why doesn't the true criminal
Come & take the blame
Blame isn't something
You should treat like a game...
Beyond Sadness A dream of darkness was the nightmare
The place of that was full of despair
Why did I become the one not chosen
My hand's outstretched but I remain frozen...
Out from the sadness I remain searching
Even though my heart continues to sting
Because once again there's nothing but air
For the warmth of love is no longer there
Sadness consumes me and I'm full of fright
Again I travel to that unbelievable night
Breaking my heart so far beyond praise
That night full of sadness repeatingly plays
Wandering with a care for my health
Blaming his departure only on myself
All precious memories seem so flawed
And I end up believing he's a
Beloved Rose O Rose, why were you so sick
Death chose you, you were death's pick.
O what loss your life was to be,
When you were taken away from me!
O Rose, no beauty can compare,
The softness of love braided in your hair.
But thorns arise in line with your pace,
When your beauty was entwined with grace!
O Rose, why did you have to go!
You went to a place that i do not know.
With you gone, what shall i do?
I'm in a place without you?
O Rose, our love was yet not to be.
You should have run away with me.
But against all odds, an evil path you chose,
To leave me, my beloved Rose!
O Rose, why did you chose to leave.
But i shall choos
Belle EpoqueBeautiful Era
Eventually grow to a stand-still
Loving art disappear
Leaving the world grey
Even taking the beauty of the sunset
Even so, a new era of Beauty begins
People from around the world rejoice
Of course, the world will begin anew
Quietly, art, music and poetry will triumph
Under the watchful eye of the sun & moon
Eras of Beauty will always return; ever fleeting
BeautyBeauty can be like a knife
It stabs you in the heart ever so deep
But it can also be like a dream
Ever so surreal its seems your asleep
The sight of some with so much beauty
Can hit you like a bull with horns
It can overwhelm people from you to me
But remember each rose has its thorns
Beauty is something we all see
We can see it everywhere
It doesn't matter who you are
From tall to short, fat and thin, dark or fair
We are all like a dove
But the most beautiful are the people we love
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More