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embraceI sit alone within these walls
Alone in my rocking chair
Awaiting his embrace.
There is a knock upon my door
A sound I've been waiting for
No dread, no reget, I know my end is come.
I've cast away the fear, for in the face
Of inevitability, there is no use for tears.
I've waited since before I knew I was waiting,
Or what the wait was for.
His hand extended, he greets me like a friend.
I've never known him quite so well,
despite meeting him before.
I smile as I reach for his embrace;
I know what is to come.
Just days ago I sat, cowering in terror
Before I realized the absurdity of my error
The fear I felt when I lived
Th
Free?Beneath the earth
where dead men sleep
Beneath the trees
who's roots run deep

Far from the light
of open skies
far from the birds
with cheerful cries

I've dug a tomb
from rock and stone
A place of rest
to call my own

Away from men
with scornful eyes
away from lips
that whisper lies

too far for hateful
hands to reach
and greedy sinners
my life to leach

This solace forged
from solitude
is peace unearned
and undeserved

And yet down here
I'm finally free
I'm free to live
free to be me.
Looking for..Overcome this stage. Wisp through.
Your life is ahead. But you stand and wait.
Your eyes begin to water. You slowly open a book..
Standing before you is what you have been waiting for.
A sign. A sign showing you the path. Believing in you and your future.

A butterfly friskily flaps its jewel wings spreading dust everywhere.
You watch it, and motion to touch it.
It perches upon your finger, folding its delicate wings.
Then laying before you, is millions of caterpillars. You see the butterflies' purpose.
You realize you must have one. You set the delicate bug free, watching it as it flew away peacefully.

You realize people surround
Hope?
A prison like no other,
where walls and bars
do not exist.

No guards to make
their rounds.

No dogs to track him,
should he run.
No alarms for them
to sound.

No jailer tasked
to guard the key.
No towers and
no armory.

Nothing to hinder
his escape.
Just him and
his choice to make.

And yet he sits
perfectly still.

The model prisoner
with broken will.

Ensnared within his mind until
Hope comes to set him free.
A little song
The room was barren
of life- a void
I look around, feeling annoyed.
the beautiful devil
In its cage,
its song an offer,
an vow, a plea.

He sang this to my
eager ears.
And torn between my hopes and fears
i cast the die, i spun the wheel.

The stakes were high, but
rest assured.
The promise of the little bird;
the words she spoke
I wish you'd heard.
a siren's song
it had to be!
For it to make
such a fool of me.

For he who took
the leap of faith
without considering
his fate,

Is truly a fool
and cursed to wait
forever in this
sorrowful state
for a promise that
he himself know
will never come to pass.
StatementStatement
The unexamined life is not worth living.
My earliest memories are ones of change. Pocket change jingling in my pocket as I rode the escalator down into the Kiev underground. I held my mother's hand as we swam through the crowd, toward the yawning maw of the boarding tunnel. The roar of the jet's engine, accompanied by the rhythmic vibrations of the fuselage hull, signaled the departure from comfort and home, and a journey into the roiling unknown of change.
How change as driven its chisel into the megalith of history, shaping it with each hammer stroke, and defined its ever-changing façade. Change is the source of all hum
Duality
Duality
By tkach

Yin and Yang
An artist's soul
Two halves, each make
The other whole

One a façade
A mask to wear
To hide from sight
What's really there

The other's hidden
Out of sight
Where it shall never
See the light

But ever-present
It persists
To show the world
It exists

Within our words
And through our art
And music flowing
From the heart

Is everything
We wish to say
But cannot seem
To find a way.
Ode to FinalsFinals I hate you,
thanks to you I'll die
To say you've made life hell,
would be far from a lie.

I've studied and crammed
though avail me it won't
because professors think passing
is naught but a joke.

To pass I need nothing
short of divine intervention.
Though I've yet to warrant
that kind of attention.

No one had told me
nor hinted nor warned
that taking 4 classes
would leave me so swarmed

I'll rot here, i know
amid textbooks and notes
and enough empty cans
to make a billy goat choke.

Please bury me far
from this cursed place
that my mind may yet rest
in examless grace.
Honeyed WordsHoneyed Words
By Tkach

Easy come and easy go
Words that vanish
Like spring snow

Promises
Lies in disguise
Are never seen
By love-struck eyes

The leash can soon
Become a noose

A last escape
For me to use
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Dreams
I close my eyes
in darkness deep,
awaiting the embrace of sleep.

my last escape
from a world of lies
and foes wearing a friend's disguise.

and as I fall into sleep's hands,
submit myself to her commands,
does she let my mind fall still
and empties it, for dreams to fill.
Hope?
A prison like no other,
where walls and bars
do not exist.

No guards to make
their rounds.

No dogs to track him,
should he run.
No alarms for them
to sound.

No jailer tasked
to guard the key.
No towers and
no armory.

Nothing to hinder
his escape.
Just him and
his choice to make.

And yet he sits
perfectly still.

The model prisoner
with broken will.

Ensnared within his mind until
Hope comes to set him free.
A little song
The room was barren
of life- a void
I look around, feeling annoyed.
the beautiful devil
In its cage,
its song an offer,
an vow, a plea.

He sang this to my
eager ears.
And torn between my hopes and fears
i cast the die, i spun the wheel.

The stakes were high, but
rest assured.
The promise of the little bird;
the words she spoke
I wish you'd heard.
a siren's song
it had to be!
For it to make
such a fool of me.

For he who took
the leap of faith
without considering
his fate,

Is truly a fool
and cursed to wait
forever in this
sorrowful state
for a promise that
he himself know
will never come to pass.
embraceI sit alone within these walls
Alone in my rocking chair
Awaiting his embrace.
There is a knock upon my door
A sound I've been waiting for
No dread, no reget, I know my end is come.
I've cast away the fear, for in the face
Of inevitability, there is no use for tears.
I've waited since before I knew I was waiting,
Or what the wait was for.
His hand extended, he greets me like a friend.
I've never known him quite so well,
despite meeting him before.
I smile as I reach for his embrace;
I know what is to come.
Just days ago I sat, cowering in terror
Before I realized the absurdity of my error
The fear I felt when I lived
Th
StatementStatement
The unexamined life is not worth living.
My earliest memories are ones of change. Pocket change jingling in my pocket as I rode the escalator down into the Kiev underground. I held my mother's hand as we swam through the crowd, toward the yawning maw of the boarding tunnel. The roar of the jet's engine, accompanied by the rhythmic vibrations of the fuselage hull, signaled the departure from comfort and home, and a journey into the roiling unknown of change.
How change as driven its chisel into the megalith of history, shaping it with each hammer stroke, and defined its ever-changing façade. Change is the source of all hum
RegretsRegrets
-tkach
Day turns to dusk, Dusk fades to night,
within who's shadow, entombed in spite
the wrongs you never sought to right;
wraiths feeding on your past.

Words of hate, spat forth in scorn,
neglect of those whom you now mourn.
Love torn to shreds as it was born;
forgotten, left a waif.

Forget your past, flee from your pain;
add links to make a heavy chain
who's echo burden will remain
until your final breath.

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Nine years ago they asked us;

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Nine years ago they asked us;
oh how young we were back then.
They asked us where we saw ourselves
ten years from that day's end.

I paused and thought of who I was
and who I wanted to be
and while the others made grand plans
I thought "It'd be nice to be happy.."

To wake each morning smiling
at the rising of the sun
to never have to shed a tear
or see the pain of anyone.

I never thought I asked for much
until life dealt a crooked hand
years in the hourglass flew by
like grains of falling sand.

I tried to make
my world a better place
not just for me
but for all who saw my face.

I stretched myself
thin as I could
helping those I met
when none other would.

Until I sit
where I do today.
With all I know,
so far away.

Thinking back,
nine years ago.
Nine winters worth
of fallen snow.

Nine years ago, they said to me
"we want to be rich, successful, free,
employed, in college, or a university"

Now I sit here
living their dreams
while my own tear
at my sanity's seams.

My wishes, hopes, are unfulfilled
and yet somehow, they are not killed.

Somewhere ahead
my road will end.
somewhere ahead
my life will mend.

Somewhere ahead,
past water and fire
I'll find the happiness
that I desire.
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I don't usually write like this. It just came to me as I was wandering my campus at night. I started reflecting on old memories, and this just poured out of my mind and into the words you see here. I don't know how I feel about this one. It feels.. different. Different from what I usually write. Different from my usual inspiration. Olana wasn't guiding my pen strokes this time around..
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~wallflower52 Mar 2, 2013  New member
Beautiful. The part where he/she still hopes that "somewhere ahead my life will mend" gives the poem a little bit of optimism in the end.

Also, the part with "I stretched myself thin as I could helping those I met when none other would" reverberates the character of someone I know.

All in all this poem makes you ponder on what truly makes people happy and what choices they have to make (or have made already). Then check back if those choices support the path that leads to happiness.
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Mood: Mesmerized ~ghettopriestess Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Profound. I love it.
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~WithinItAll Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Beautiful
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!ThatFunnierPiece Feb 1, 2013
It's interesting in terms of decision and outcome - as if happiness was best achieved by looking just away from it. This poem makes me think interesting thoughts, and for this I thank you.
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~shiek0 Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I find that the unexamined life is not worth living. One of the reasons I write is to get people to think and question. Thanks for letting me know there are people like that still out there.
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