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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

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.

My Mother's Day Gift: A Story of a MotherThis Is a Story of a mother, a mother of humble orgins who toiled hard under the hot Dominican Sun as a poor farm girl.
Armed with a dream she moved to America with hopes for a better life.
With great ambition she worked hard in school and and worked hard in employment. During that time she found the man of her dreams, one who shares her own.
They marry and supported each other in their quest to make their dreams come true. Both working in between school.
Soon they had a child, to embody their dreams. Even with death threatening to take their child their resolve and will was unwavering. Through prayer and faith their child lived.
The mother continued her work in school and soon graduated. She soon got a job that gave her family the edge to advance in society and not know poverty.
This mother became mentor, confidante, friend, and parent to what became her children. Because of her wisdom and guidance, she now has a child in college, her eldest a graduate, a

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.

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

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Flowers wish

by ~kartiksharma, Mar 17, 2012, 11:10:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

As a bud I saw,
How you tackled all flowers,
You saw the best,
Let dry the rest.

I thought, I pledged,
I planned as I dreamt,
That I will be special,
No one except me you see in this gravel.

So I developed all 7 colours of rainbow,
In my petals, To show the love I have,
Red for love, blue for clearness, green for lushness,
Orange for sunset romance, yellow for shine, violet and indigo for depthness.

And the next day I stood proud,
But you hunted somewhere else,
Never came, didn't even see,
From the dump of normals who shown the most was me!

I thought, I pledged,
I planned as I dreamt,
That I will be special,
No one except me you'll see.

So I sent for the best of fragrances,
Rose, marigold, sunflower, lavender,
Bluebells, indigo and of the leaves,
Hope had risen with them you'll see me, bee of bees.

And with my chest out,
I glanced at you,
You didn't come for the fragrances,
You didn't even see colourful fragrance faces.

As I rot,
You saw a small pot,
That had me in it,
You came close and sit.

Tried, but no,
It's too late or so,
You went like a fizz,
Went without a thought or hiss.

And as I sit here and cry,
For why I did even try,
There were others so many,
Beetles, Bumbles and Butterfly.

You were the bee,
The bee of my life,
But you never bothered to see,
Never flew by me.

They say its a loss for her,
As I sob,
But my petals dry,
As she lay in someone elses armed petals.

Flowers wishby ~kartiksharma

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©2012-2013 ~kartiksharma

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~bottpaint Mar 29, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

pain is just weakness leaving your body

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~kartiksharma Mar 31, 2012 Student General Artist

exactly x)
Thanks for the comment

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!ShiroiMoon Mar 29, 2012

A great poem!

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~kartiksharma Mar 31, 2012 Student General Artist

Thank you so much

♥
Your comment is well appreciated

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~CelticRavyn Mar 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is incredible. Very powerful.

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~kartiksharma Mar 20, 2012 Student General Artist

Thank You so much

It's great to hear you liked it

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*HoudaShams Mar 20, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

powerful poem

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~kartiksharma Mar 20, 2012 Student General Artist

Oh thank you so much

I'm glad you believe so ^_^ ♥

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*HoudaShams Mar 20, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

you are very welcome

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~kartiksharma Mar 20, 2012 Student General Artist

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