My name is really Melanie Daves, but I like going by Author Unknown. I like this identity because I feel that I am nothing to this world but my poetry, and of what inspires me to write. more »
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I wonder if the trees can hear me When I scream aloud, Or if the dandelion screams, When I pick him out.
My Three Lovers
I cannot remember Yesterday, He went away. I asked him what the trouble was, He would not say;
Here We Are Together
In this world of bitter ends, Long lost letter to a friend: This is my entry.
Nothing But Love
You may think, at times, that the world is fatal That all just dies, and drifts, and slowly fades away That these lives we slave for now, Mean nothing to the end.
Untitled for the Hopeless
All my dreams are gone, They took off in the wind. Just like all the songs no one finished.
On The Concept Of Time
I don't know if time passes or not, Or if it all comes together with spontaneity. And though we think we are living- Sequential lives,
This One Goes Out To The Bird I Thought ...
I see your picture everyday. I memorize your face. I try to make the picture real, as the sadness fades away.
Flat Out Tired of this Broken World
Another beginning, another day Close my eyes until the world turns- Blank. Redeeming only what others cannot Save. Fall
The Promising Future of a Spinster
It's frightening. I feel better, but I'm longing for a kiss. One simple kiss
Sometimes life is utterly revolting and tiring; With its boring obligations- Life is strife. I wish that I could take these moments
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I wonder if the trees can hear me
When I scream aloud,
Or if the dandelion screams,
When I pick him out.
There's no telling where life can take us;
One day I'm a blade of grass,
But today I am myself-
Life chooses for me to be me.