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  • Hardi Holpus (8/19/2013 12:06:00 AM) Post reply

    Aruküla is a small borough (Estonian: alevik) in Harju County, northern Estonia. It is the administrative centre of Raasiku Parish. Aruküla has a population of 2,016 (as of 1 January 2013.[1] Aruküla has a station on the Elektriraudtee's and Edelaraudtee's eastern route.

  • Adam M. Snow Rookie - 1st Stage (8/17/2013 12:38:00 AM) Post reply

    The Flowing of Dulcet Melody
    By: Adam M. Snow

    How sweet it is the swaying of dulcet melody,
    only a profound sound like wind to the trees.
    A beginning for what was the end;
    a music, that does ascend.

    It finds the heart and proudly gives in,
    to ignore this sweet melody, it would be a sin.
    Such peace that comes from dulcet melody,
    from a note of an offset key.

    It sways with a sound, a beauty to be heard-
    like the voice of the morning bird.
    How sweet it is, that I bear witness-
    a profound sound swaying with a kiss.

  • Adam M. Snow Rookie - 1st Stage (8/17/2013 12:37:00 AM) Post reply

    Be still Beating Heart
    By: Adam M. Snow

    Be still my beating heart,
    your pounding intrudes me.
    It fills me with pains;
    I ache with sorrow of thee.
    You tell me to love,
    but why do you break thee?
    If it's not meant to be, then why?
    Why don't you let me see?

  • Hem Raj Bastola Rookie - 1st Stage (8/16/2013 9:25:00 AM) Post reply

    Never miss the clicked first thought. which comes suddenly, while working, walking, talking or whatever else, not it down, re-think and re-write polish the way you like until you are not satisfied.

  • Arabella Picken Rookie - 1st Stage (8/9/2013 7:13:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hello everyone.
    My name is Arabella and I am a 16 year old, aspiring poet. Please could you take some time to view my poems and leave a comment.
    I really appreciate any feedback; good or bad.
    I'd love to be the best poet I can be.

    The link to my poems is -

    Thanks in advance,

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    • Anna Bellee (8/14/2013 5:44:00 AM) Post reply

      Poems on Indian Independence Day Today is Independence Day We are happy and gay Today we remember great souls Who sacrificed their lives for soil Who fought for freedom And attained martyrdom ... more

  • Andrej Gylan Grampovcan Rookie - 1st Stage (8/9/2013 2:28:00 AM) Post reply

    They breathe through the hazy memory dear,
    with narrowed eyes.
    I'm sorry, it was a long time ago,
    eye sinks are dried through,
    Only your torn facial image evokes memories.
    You know dear, .
    faces are like clouds.
    And the wind by bursting
    and drowning in time,
    which has long flows through your fingers palm
    and with him took all our smiles happy days.
    It was love Darling,
    I know it
    and we're picking clothes, anointed sheets,
    as two passionate fool
    in thousands of kisses with roses between her lips loved.
    And how well do you know Darling,
    You gave birth to our son,
    you become a mom, I'm the father,
    a love today does not want us.
    And remember,
    when we met,
    thousand kisses I gave you,
    but with only one we did not say goodbye,
    and that love has never been.
    Maybe love is a bird,
    which still needs to fly?

  • Adam M. Snow Rookie - 1st Stage (8/8/2013 6:52:00 PM) Post reply

    Welcome to My House, My Mind
    By: Adam M. Snow

    How is it that you've come to be within my house, my mind; to see perhaps my wizened soul?
    Make yourself at home, unwind; perhaps even might extol.
    Don't you mind the many voices and laughter; they're just the many sides of me.
    Calm you down and join me hereafter, indulge in my fruits of insanity.

    I hope your stay will be delight, an unpleasant one the most;
    the hours here may cast a fright, especially when I am the ghost.

    Lay you down and rest assure; the hours, the day, the morning-struck shall never come.
    Give in your fears, it will procure; it yearns to equal a sum.
    I warn you my house, a labyrinth; get lost would meet your end;
    you can run and sprint, your attempts would only descend.

    Enjoy the nightmares I have to offer, they're quite tragic at the most.
    Lay your mind within my coffer; give in to your new host.
    Let it be succumbing, an eternity here if you lose your way.
    I thank you for coming; I hope you enjoyed your unpleasant stay.

  • Jonathan Antol Rookie - 1st Stage (8/7/2013 11:55:00 PM) Post reply

    What I've lost, Please comment

    It wasn't always this way, the way of sadness and aloneness. I used to be happy and comfortable with everything about myself. It turns out once you get older you lose yourself to the point where you forgot the warmth of comfort or the joy and happiness that used to come naturally.

    It starts with love. You know, the kind of love that makes you feel like you and that other person are the only humans alive and you have a bond of nylon rope wraped in diamond that could never be broken. By the time I thought I knew what love was she was gone out of my life forever and I had lost love. I kept looking for it though through time and time again I thought I saw it in other girls but I have come to the reality that it's gone out of my life forevermore.

    Next I lost care and sense of responsibility. I broke all the rules unknowing that trouble lie with each broken one. I had traded in my common sense for a fun time.

    Finally, I lost blood. Either by a razor blade across the skin woven together so careful or an eraser burn down my arm to prove that I can take the pain. I am now left with emptiness, worthlessness, and hopelessness.

    I hope someday to buy back my common sense, to dig far enough to find that long lost sense of love, and to get in trouble enough times to where someone glues my care and responsibilty back in my brain.

  • Andrej Gylan Grampovcan Rookie - 1st Stage (8/7/2013 2:53:00 AM) Post reply

    Our heart was in his eyes.
    And the overall touch of the hands.
    It all was the smell of spring
    The time when we have more people to love.
    He was shot between the eyes straight
    And we're lying in the shadow of the heart
    you and me.
    Wish you were my only you
    And my hands then they would call your hips.
    She was you wish you love
    like fire in the depths of the ocean floor,
    as the depth of the fire at the bottom of the heart.
    And when I was walking with his feet in the sky heart
    And looking through the rainbow for both
    then, I wondered,
    it's worth it or not.
    because love is simply.
    And there was fear in the hands on the shoulders of both
    Because love does not know the right questions.
    Maybe I was one of love,
    only one big heart for both,
    even for love requires at least two?

  • Adam M. Snow Rookie - 1st Stage (8/6/2013 8:31:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

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    For Whom the Hour Tolls
    By: Adam M. Snow

    For whom the hour tolls,
    beyond the smoke and mirrors;
    the speeding of devoted souls,
    perching, like a somber crow-
    on time itself, afraid to go.

    Entranced by a tune of many flaws,
    the child we are, like an ant in a labyrinth.
    A victim to its own laws,
    aging with time not the hour;
    a life like a gentle flower.

    Like sands from an hourglass, we fall,
    with no purpose, but that of our own.
    In our dreams we see it all,
    the tragedy of this world has befallen,
    the great of man has fallen.

    For love, we do not mourn the loss of man,
    in the wake of time itself.
    We mourn the lies that once did stand,
    in the hopes of what sorrow may bring,
    a tragedy of a king.

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    • Sarina Mccabe (8/14/2013 9:07:00 PM) Post reply

      This poem is masterfully written! The message of your poem (as I interpreted it) was beautiful. The only thing that I would suggest is that you consider removing the word " like" from th ... more

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