Just Another

Just like a whistle of the wind,
Just like the songs of the trees,
Your smile makes me want to cry,
Even if the heavens fall to fate.

Just like the snow of the first,
Just like the feel of your hand,
Your words make my day,
Even if the rain comes to play.

Just like the scent of your roses,
Just like the aroma all around you,
Your eyes make me drown,
Even till it turns my frown around.

Just like a drawing of a page,
Just like the way you look tonight,
Your hand will take mine,
Even if I find another divine.

Just like the taste of your kisses,
Just like the sweetness of your gestures,
Your lips will find mine,
Even if I still to my fate.

She Felt None

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Pitter patter.
All she heard was the rain.
Tumbling down the windows, was rain.
The heavens were crying,
The children were weeping.
The heart felt none.

Brrrmmm.
The low rumble of the thunder.
Roaring across the skies, was thunder.
The heavens were raging,
The humans were mourning.
The heart felt none.

Shhhh.
The rapid movement of the lightning.
Streaking across the skies, was lightning.
The heavens were striking,
The earth was screaming.
The heart felt none.

I felt nothing.
I thought I felt something.
It was silent.

Silent.
So quiet, ever so quiet.

It got louder.
The silence got louder.
It screeched in my ears,
A neverending sound of agony and pain,
Its dark blackness consuming my soul.

I ran, and ran.
I ran, and ran.
The silence never left me.

Without a heart.
Without a soul.
I could neither feel nor touch.
Without a life.
Without a conscience.
This was the price I paid for.

A heartless being.
My one fate.
My true destiny.

I would feel better without a heart.

Yes, yes. The lovely poet here has long since touched her quill and parchment.
Apologies for that.
Just for your information, this poem is actually a song sung by Josh Groban.
This is only a part of it. I really felt like typing it down, since my Muse has officially passed away.

Enjoy.

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So She Dances.

A waltz when she steps in the room,
She pulls back the hair from her face,
She turns to the window,
To sway in the moonlight,
Even her shadow has grace.

A waltz for the girl out of reach,
She lifts her hands up to the sky,
She moves with the music,
Her song is her lover,
The melody's making her cry.

So she dances,
In & out,
Of the crowd, like a glance,
This romancing,
From afar,
Calling me silently.

A waltz for the chance I should take,
But how will I know where to start,
She's spinning between constellations and dreams,
Her rhythm is my beating heart.

{Credit goes to Josh Groban & His Team of Writers}

Author's Note: Another short poem by moi. ^^

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Remembrance.


Standing beneath the tree,
Waiting in silence,
Glancing at my feet,
Watching the clouds go by.

The seconds drift,
The clock turns,
I've seen all for nothing,
Your shadow never came.

Hush, wait,
Is that a sound?
Pitter, patter,
The tears of mine.

Like an arrow through thine heart,
A whisper of a dream,
The memory fades,
Never to be reminsced again.

So I've started anew,
All thoughts of past erased,
Clutching the bottle of remembrance,
Mighty a throw into the deep,
Swayed into the dark black,
Are my memories,
Of you.


{c} NANA. emo poete societe.}

NO RIPPING, OR CHOKE TO DEATH.

Author's Note: This poem is really short, but I got inspired by it from an emo song...

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Memories.


The tears stripping down my face,
Those silent tears,
Have never ceased,
To be able to turn to time.

All of my memories,
Left you here,
In my thoughts and dreams,
The black shadow has been unchanged.

Cloaked in an ebony sweep of black
It races in my mind with lies
Implanting past memories
Neither real nor hoax; it's just pain.

Seeping through every vein,
Every inch of my soul,
Nostalgic memoirs reflect;
Memories; an imprinted stamp in the heart.

{c} NANA.Monde. emo poète société.}

NO RIPPING.



Author's Note: Waaa...Still very tired. Only had half an hour to sleep before tuition today. Oh wells...I don't know if this poem is nice, so yeah.

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Oh, how sweet.


Oh, how sweet.
The poison seeps,
The hatred grows,
The anger drowns,

Oh, how sweet.
Eyes shooting dark glares,
Tongue spits like venom,
Hand grasps the dagger.

Oh, how sweet.
Creeps away from me,
Shrouds under the hollow tree in fear,
Screams with black agony.

Oh, how sweet.
A grim smile upon,
A fire raging within,
An action once done.

Oh, how sweet.
Crimson, maroon blood,
Twisted mangled bodies,
Once a smile upon.

Oh, how sweet.
A little pain in my lip,
The grip of my instrument,
Felled to the ground.

Oh, how sweet.
Savouring the moment,
Bloodthirst of revenge,
Satisfaction smiles.

Oh, how sweet.
Time has run with weapon in hand,
With a thrust & a scream for revenge,
All is lost.


{c} NANA.Monde. emo poète société.}

NO RIPPING.


Author's Note: Had inspiration for this after I cried during break cos' of Math paper...Oh wells. You won't get to know who this poem is dedicated to anyways...I'm really heartbroken. I want to forget this...

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Tears of Heaven.


Crying,
Soft, quiet tears of sorrow,
In the cold, unfeeling season of icy winter,
A pain drifts in my empty, stoned heart,
A pain;
Only you can cure.

Weeping,
Pitter, patter,
The gentle drips of snow,
Each flake diversed,
Melts into the summer heat,
Streams down my face;
And fades back to white snow.

Sobbing,
The incessant screams of my soul,
I longed for love,
Not for pain;
The world gave all to you;
But nothing to me.

Tearing,
Remember,
Those tiny, crystal tears from my eyes?
Those thousand tears I've cried,
Not a drop,
Have you wiped,
From my eyes.

Longing,
Oh, how I've longed,
To feel the warmth of your embrace,
To feel the touch of your lips,
But thine sweet heavens deny!

Not a day have I ceased to forget,
You left,
With a damned drat note I got,
Just remember,
You won't get to see those tears I cried.


{c} NANA.Monde. emo poète société.}

NO RIPPING.