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Violin~Violin~

Let me play a song for you
Upon my flesh toned violin
The bow comes down
And the music now begins
Crimson notes come pouring
From my little violin
The music rises and falls
Such pain behind the melody
As the bow pushes and pulls
It rips at the strings
So delicate and frail this little violin
But the song refuses to end
And I the player
Have played such songs before
But this shall be my last
I will play this song no more
The music shall continue
Until the bow cuts through the strings
And finally the song will die
With the player collapsed upon the stage
What will you do when you find me here
When you see my slit

The ViolinA wooden eagle
Soaring over the tunes
Carefully watching from above
Caressed by silver swords
Bringing the highest notes to life
Sending shivers down my spine

A wooden eagle
Magnifying the magic melody
Reconstructing ethereal harmonies
A wooden eagle in the sky for me

Kiss Me BloodyKiss me bloody.
Kiss me raw.
Slap me around.
Kick my jaw.

Kiss me stupid.
Kiss me sweet.
Cut my chest open.
Red lines so neat.

Kiss me stoned.
Kiss me bruised.
With a baseball bat.
Or steel toed boots.

Kiss me deadly.
Kiss me silent.
Kiss me secret.
Kiss me violent.
Kiss me lovely.
Treat me right.
Slit my throat.
Kiss me goodnight.

the boy who played violin-

i would hear him every night right before i went
to sleep. four or five layers of covers pulled up
over me, and still shivering - i wondered whether
he ever got cold. sometimes i got tired of the
incessant whatever-it-was and turned up the radio
to drown it out. didn't work. whatever bouncy pop
song or classic rock single blared out from its
dysfunctional speakers always paled to the sound of
the boy on the roof.

as far as i could tell, he'd been up there since october,
halloween night. i came home from the party feeling
slutty and sugar-high, wobbling in my heels and laughing
hysterically, supported on the arms of my two

Cherished BlurI watch the leaves carry on,
floating with the spiraling wind.
Burnt orange blurs in the twilight.
Whispering despaired farewells as they go.

Oh sorrow of a tattered goodbye,
And the frozen jagged edges of an empty tree.
Bitter endings are an everlasting ice.

I follow through the barren forest,
And catch a fallen streak of autumn hues
to hold on to for the lonely days.
To cherish the most cherished of memories.

Mother wind has a power as great
as a thousand hungry sparrows fly,
And leaves crumble to the strength of wings.

Burnt orange dust rains from the silver horizon.
And disperses to the winds desire

Goodbye to the beautif

ErosAs wonderous as a starlit sky,
The beauty captures you.
You never stop to wonder why,
For it keeps secrets few.

You treat it with some special care,
Tiptoe like it's spun glass.
No matter what else happens,
This you wish to last.

This fragile thing that is so strong,
It can make or break your heart.
It can save you from oblivion,
Or tear your world apart.

It whispers words of passion,
and of dreams straight from your soul.
It's rare and precious in a life,
For love can take a toll.

Beloved TragediesYou had prepared yourself to die for him,
but it wasn't meant to be.
The same had been upon his mind,
So consequentially.

You tried to plead and die instead,
but he would not hear of it.
So as he raced to save your life,
You fell to little bits.

Your heart lay shattered on the ground,
and you felt completely dead.
You thought of the rose he gave to you,
Then cried as your soul bled.

Days passed without your beloved one,
Then weeks and months and years.
He never strayed far from your thoughts,
and the time didn't stop the tears.

You knew that you would not forget,
and never could move on.
For how could you ever forget,
A lov

Painful BlowsYou smile yet you're broken,
and you feel like giving in.
Sometimes you want to tell them,
but you'll never let them win.

They don't know their words cut you,
More so than any blade.
You cover the scars with layers,
For they'll never truly fade.

You always want to complain,
and hurt them just the same.
No matter how many times they say it,
You know you're not to blame.

They never seem to notice,
How much they're hurting you.
Even though you give them hints,
They still don't have a clue.

Why do they always do this?
That's the question that you ask,
and when there comes no answer,
You replace your happy mask.

The TributeShe may seem fragile,
Easy to break,
but I'd watch out for your own sake.

Her life's a ragged cloth,
You see.
Confliction love and misery.
Yet filled with happiness and life,
It helps her take this all in strive.

With bow and arrow she does not falter,
The worst of problems shall not halt her.

She sacrificed herself for others,
To save her sister and help her mother.
So many things she has done,
None of them for her own fun.

She kept on going,
Fast and strong,
With keen senses and hope for so long.

I miss you - Napkin poem.I will always do my best to be by your side.
Keep walking, don't worry, I'm one step behind.
I can only promise you that I will always try.
I hope that is enough to stem your urge to cry.

I hope you know I would be there if I could.
I hope you know I would fix it if I could.
But sometimes, you can't fight death, it is just time.
But I wish I could be there to hold you in these arms of mine.

Jennifer, I love you, and if I could save him I would.
I'm sorry I can't help, but you know I would if I could.
But my love, I hope you find comfort in these words of mine.
And know that I will love you, for all time.

Fallen Angel Poem, ExpandedFallen from a hight so high,
Fallen, cursed, thrown from the sky.

The pearly gates are closed to him.
For his love, and for his sin.

Can you ever understand,
What its like to walk on sand,

After treading on the sky.
If thats your fate, tis better to die.

Love can hurt, love can blind,
But it can heal, soul, body, and mind.

Keep your love filled moments, and treasure each,
Lest some day, your love falls out out of reach.

HummingbirdAs I was walking in the garden,
caught in my own mind;
I saw a fairy flutter by,
thru my peripheral eye.
I almost didn't see the creature,
so swift that it did fly;
and were the sun not shining high,
so graced would not be I.
The light upon her wings, it shone:
the silken iridescent waves
of rippling rainbows,
smooth as stone.
And then, the wondrous fae spun round;
the creature lit upon my crown!
I held my breath uncertainly,
and waited for to see her flee.
But when the moment never came,
I chanced a breath, but scared the fae!
Alas! My queen, fair-well to thee,
Alas, the queen of fairy, she.

Blueberrries in the SummertimeIf I wake up in the morning
And I think of your smile,
I hope you don't mind if I take a picture
And save it for a while
To give myself some motivation
In spite of all that could
Kill my determination.

I will drink the sweet liquid
Of your love when I grow weary,
For it has come to be
So clear to me
How much I would rather see
The smile in your eyes
Than the words on these pages
That I write,

And yet I know that
I must make a living somehow
If I want to sustain my body
Even as right now
Your heart sustains my soul.
Yes, together you and I
Will make eachother whole,

And then one day
You and I
Will eat blueberries
I

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The Violin

by ~Invisible000, Mar 2, 2007, 1:01:42 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Closing her eyes
Drawing the bow across the string
Tears swell
As the notes begin to ring

A deep forlorn note
Sorrowful and low
Echoes from the violin
Passionate and slow

She tells her sad story
On the wistful winds
As a grim lament
For her lover lost begins

The melody is bitter sweet
Full of passion and pain
Reaching its crescendo
In the fiery refrain

This is how she has learned
to make it through the night
Telling her story to the stars
Reading the notes by moonlight

The Violinby ~Invisible000

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2007-2013 ~Invisible000

Music is one of the best ways to express youself, too bad i'm not as skilled as i would like to be.

I will be editing this to add a preview image, eventually, whenever my internet actually gets fixed. but i have a lovely shot of my violin, it was the inspiration after all...

~Nuttelia Jul 5, 2012 Student General Artist

Yes, I play the violin, grade 7 (I got an A+ in my grade 7 exam

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That poem... made me cryyyy.

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~violetsorceress Jan 11, 2011

Very lovely and bittersweet. Well done!

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~LorakTodesengel13 Jun 5, 2009 Student Traditional Artist

Wow, what a lovely poem!

Pretty awesome!
Violin is the best instrument ever! Hahah! I love mine ^^

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~Invisible000 Jun 5, 2009

thanks, I don't play much anymore. It's very sad.

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~LorakTodesengel13 Jun 8, 2009 Student Traditional Artist

Very welcome

Oh, that's sad :/

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~Spongyruler Aug 18, 2008

Awesome poem! I love my violin... It's probably one of the most beautiful instruments out there.

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~Sunshine-006 Mar 27, 2007

I love this poem! Cosidering that I feel just about the same in regards to music. It's really good.

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~Invisible000 Mar 28, 2007

thanks!

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~Andarta Mar 4, 2007

Oooooo...I lurve it!! Once again your words are beautiful. Get fixed you darn internet!! *smacks net provider*

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~Invisible000 Mar 6, 2007

yeah...i swear i will get that fixed soon...and thanks again!!!

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