Yes I will be reading them all and I do always choose a best answer. I will post some of mine here too for you to read.
The Dragon
Deep in the caverns of my used to be
Resides a dragon of immense proportions
Along the viaducts of my existence
It wanders back and forth
In the hallways of my mind
I hear the screams of its victims
The dragon feeding and feasting
On those who cross its path
Burning flames cauterising pains
Sealing scars of slashed memories
Talons digging into flesh and bone
Ripping apart the the long dead
Deep in the caverns of my used to be
The dragon sleeps dreaming of escape
Hibernating till summer arrives
Slumbering in the corners of my used to be
copyright Cheryl O'Brien
2006-07-13 02:03:58 · 16 answers · asked by wollemi_pine_writer 6 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Books & Authors
Vaccine
Darkness comes with your anger.
Bruises spread across my skin,
Like crows against the stormy sky.
Salty rose petals,
Spill from my mouth.
Arias roar in my ears.
The presence of fear upon me.
I cannot emote, cannot live, I am
Immunised against my humanity
In the cold stone catacombs of me.
copyright Cheryl O'Brien
2006-07-13 02:12:35 · update #1
Dim The Lights
Dim the lights, they hurt my eyes,
disturb my thoughts and echo my cries.
Give me shadow where they were once.
Let me sit here with no response.
Darkness does not frighten me
it calms my mind and lets me see
the light of hope that softly glows
on far horizons that shadow knows.
Take the phone from its cradle,
rest it silent on the table.
Don't let the tv flicker bright.
Allow the pleasant dark of night.
Shadow! Shadow! Comfort me!
Come close my friend and just be!
Shadow! Shadow! Please stand guard
Don't let the light be so hard!
Illumination gives and takes
It lights equally the mends and breaks
the harshess of its judgements are
too harsh and not particular
Shadow! With your gentle ways
you soften me to pastel greys
Shadow! Come and cover me
With the blanket of anonymity
copright Cheryl O'Brien
2006-07-13 02:15:09 · update #2
A Bottle of Red
I hadn't seen a bottle of red in a while...
Spur of the moment
Seemed like a good idea
Red wine and conversation
Red wine and company
Good company
I hadn't seen a bottle of red in a while...
copyright Cheryl O'Brien
2006-07-13 02:17:21 · update #3
A Love Poem
In the mouth of a cave, the cooling breeze is your touch.
Amid the tall gum trees, the song of birds is your voice.
Surounded by the ocean, the pounding waves are your strength.
Beneath the night sky, the moon and stars are your wisdom.
You are all around touching, speaking, holding, knowing me.
Cheryl O'Brien
2006-07-13 02:18:19 · update #4
Angels Wings
On angels wings you are lifted up
to heights youve ne'er known before
in angels wings your are protected
and the hurt can hurt no more
Though humankind can harm our bodies
Nought can touch our souls
for angels wings wrap safe around us
and we are protected in the fold
our bodies and our minds may break
our hearts may feel dull or cold
but nought can harm our spirit
Its been that way since days of old
So do not give up your daily plight
Do not give in to hurt and hate
Remember well these words of love
Remember too it's not too late
2006-07-13 02:19:59 · update #5
My Years in Darkness
A warm glow from a toxic hand.
A hand that sear it’s mark into a thousand hearts.
A hand I took with a firm grasp.
I thought I could have the world I wanted.
But, in my hast, I did not see the world I already had;
It flashed and flickered like a candle flame,
Always burning, always outlasting the darkness,
That is, until I blew it out.
I stumbled wearily into the darkness,
Following the hand that guided me,
And what a deadly guide it was!
It pulled me past torture, past life,
Past everything I thought to be true,
Just to show me that the truth I knew was all fiction.
I fell to my knees, releasing the hand
And cursing the darkness that
slowly overwhelmed my exposed body.
And as I lay here in a silence
that whispers my every doom in my ears,
I know that I can never return to my candle
And become what I had been before.
I will never be the same again.
I cannot escape the darkness
that has lead me to this destiny.
And though it cannot outlast the darkness now,
I can always return to my candle as I am.
After all my years in darkness,
I can start to uncover the me I’ve been searching for.
2006-07-13 03:40:41 · answer #1 · answered by jbyrd990 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
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2016-05-05 16:22:39 · answer #2 · answered by ? 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
In tinnitus, the sounds a person hears are actually perceptions. Since there's no actual source, they are often referred to as "phantom noises". I read that about 8% of all people in the US suffer from tinnitus so you are not the only one who hears these strange noises.
Tinnitus is actually not a disease. It is actually a symptom of a problem that is rooted deep, somewhere within your body. The problem could be a simple one like an infection in the ear, or even simpler, such as ear wax. Just clear the wax and get the infection treated, and the noises could go away. In some people, it could even be the result of a side-effect of a drug they took. Or it could be more complicated.
If you want to know more about this condition and wnat to learn how to solve naturally your problems with these annoying noises you should read this ebook: http://tinnitus.toptips.org
It helped me a lot.
2014-09-24 08:59:35 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
BLUE
©8-2-2001
Blue is azure, indigo, and aquamarine
Blue is the water that keeps the grass green
Blue is the rain that gives flowers life
Blue is the widow who once was a wife
Blue is believing you've lost the fight
Blue is being blind to the light
Blue is the sadness that makes you cry
Blue is the ocean, blue is the sky
Blue is the Navy that sails the blue seas
Blue is the river that flows through the trees
Blue is the plumage of the chirping jay
Blue is forget-me-nots that bloom in May
Blue is blueberries, bluebells, bluebonnets, Blue Boys
Blue is sapphire, cerulean, periwinkle, turquoise
2006-07-13 02:17:22 · answer #4 · answered by BlueManticore 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
The world has turned once more inside
Brought up a message from our dead
The ones you love the most
Are the ones you hurt as deep
The world has turned once more inside
Anchored into captivity
The ones you wanted the most
The ones you buried under sea
Exit wounds, waterdrums, dream the eternal return
Tree of life rotting inside, Autumn leaves, Winter white
A light at the end of the earth
Whole world a ghost shading inside
True love waits for the bless of death
The doubt that sets me free
Not to remember anything
Stilborn, bloodlet, die in our feet like the trees
Earthsong, neverland, let the blood have its way
A light at the end of the earth
Was it for this we sold our souls?
Was it for this we missed our chance
Of leaving?
For a lie at the end of the earth
2006-07-13 02:09:11 · answer #5 · answered by dark_mad_shadow 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
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2016-12-01 05:00:15 · answer #6 · answered by behymer 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
U
What have i sad to U
Nothing I guess
Maybe nothing is all
But not enough for yes...
I saw in your eyes
Many and yet nothing
I hope U saw in myes
From my feelings something
This ryme is for U
I'm not so good in rymes
But i must woorship somehow
Your smile and blue eyes
My wildest senses are awoke
When U slide your body lazy
I think U never knew:
Your lips drive me crazy
U know i am shy
I don't need to tell U "dough"
Just your beauty overcasts the sky
And your eyes sees me trough
None of these rymes
Can describe U,true,
Just wanned U to know
How much I LOVE YOU
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copyright ammok(slim)™
2006-07-13 02:10:26 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Missing
I miss you my darling
Only GOD knows how much
Your face is in my mind always
Your sweet voice is softly in my ears
Singing to me of your rapture
Among all else I miss
The laughter ringing in me
Forever to be within the depths of my soul
Unconditional love wrapped in a dream
To cherish always within my heart
May you come to me in a dream
So I can see you once again
To fill the promises you made forever...
copyright parms/2006
Betrayal
Out of the darkest recesses of my
heart
I feel the pain of betrayal and hate
Why do I anger at the one I love when he
knows not how he hurt me.
He hates me to the fullest
His passion of intensity is frightening to me
I long for his love only, but have been hurt
beyond hope.
The gentleness of his heart has been broken
Only because of our cautiousness together
How can you love when there is only hate?
I only wait for the darkest hour of time
When I no longer exsist in a world of rabid pain
It chills me to my very soul
Knowing the haunting of his love is there
Only he won't give it up to me
He despises me for loving him
I die for his not wanting me
Take me from this mortal wounded world
Where I will bask in the glow of angels
Wings unfolding in my heart
Caressing me where he never did
Knowing how much I loved forever
Sing to me my angel of the promises given.....
copyright parms/2006
2006-07-13 09:34:29 · answer #8 · answered by silhouette 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
World Peace
Why does the world have to be so cruel
I may seem like a stupid fool
Because I believe in love and caring
A world full of giving and sharing
Bout our world is full of hatred
People killing, People dead
This world of ours is so bad
One tiny thing and we get mad
People Grumble, yell, and fight
Have we all lost our sight
A peaceful world is what i see
A place where everyone is free
Where people have no reason to fight
Will it happen? It just might
~CMB
2006-07-13 02:12:53 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
Alone (I am standing)
Standing alone in the middle of Nowhere
Alone in the middle of a vast desert
Among constantly changing, infinite dunes
Surrounded by million motes
In the middle of a current of sand
With my pals miles away from one another
Like pillars of an ancient theatre
Or ruins of a temple of ancient gods
Alone in timeless time, through days and nights
In million bits, I am standing.
written by Darcy Hogan
2006-07-13 02:10:03 · answer #10 · answered by Iseult 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋