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Counting MinutesI've never been one for numbers.
But lately I've been counting minutes and,

I've come to a conclusion:

Every minute that passes by
is another minute wasted.
Wasted only because it's one
when I'm not with you.

You call me your angel.
To which I'm not,
but,

sometimes I wish I really
was an angel...
That way I could fly to where you are.

But the only thing that flies
is my heart
when I get a message notification.

It's the sound that I hear
when I'm not even online
because I'm so used to it's ringing
I hear it all the time.

It's my favorite sound.

Besides your voice, of course.
Although the only time I get
to hear it is when we video chat

Love will Murder you in the EndI yearn for those eyes that will catch my heart.
Where are you, my mystery man?

I yearn for that touch that sends heat to my heart.
Where are you, loving hands?

I yearn for that sound when he laughs.
Where are you, voice of joy?

I yearn for what should be mine.
Where is it, my one and only?

I yearn for that taste of heaven.
Where is it found, my sweet?

I yearn for those muscles in his jaw.
Whispering what, my darling?

I yearn for the sun through his hair.
Where is the sun, dear wind?

I yearn for the space to be closed.
Walk closer, fellow stranger.

I yearn for those unimaginable moments.
Where it's just me and him, let's drea

success and spiderstime and time again,
i find that i am slowly becoming my one and only friend.
because no one seems to care,
that deep down im scared,
of the unknown, where will i be when im fully grown?
stress just seems to seep into my sleep.
and in my dreams i scream,
cause the spiders sing of a tormenting theme.
"youre running out of time, with the seconds that pass.
you will never have happiness, cause you wont get off your ass.
and we've got you in our webs, soon to be in our stomachs.
struggle all you want, but you'll never be free.
weve got you, in our webs, cory."
age is just a number, but time will take me one day too.
and i fear that

Love is a DiseaseLove is a disease that everyone wants to catch.
It grabs you by the heart and when it lets go
it leaves your heart crumpled and broken.

I was in love, maybe I still am
My mind says NO but my heart
screams YES!

It hurts to think of the past
My old scars stretch open
and the stitches pop
It's like ripping the band-aid
off a healing wound and pouring
salt on it....It hurts like hell.

I want to hate it, but I can't
I want to forget it, but it comes
back to me in a rush like a dream
I want to love it, but I can't let it
take me again
I want leave it alone, but the memories
charge at me like spears being thrown

Why couldn't y

My Love is ScienceWe're not poets,
We're scientists.
We don't understand love,
So let me tell you how I feel
In a way we both understand.

If I were an electron,
Your electronegativity would be a four.
You attract me with a force greater than
Strong Nuclear.
You are as perplexing as
The dual wave/particle nature of a photon.
You can be as difficult as the
Schrodinger equation,
And as beautiful as
Lithium during a flame test.
You stabilize me like a
Buffer solution,
And accept me like a
Lewis acid accepts an electron pair.
You are the greatest
Significant figure
In my life,
And for that,
I love you.

Long Distance LoveDarling,
let me take a moment
to breathe you in.

To run my fingers
across your face
and memorize
its features.

Please,
kiss my forehead
so tenderly I'll
feel its mark
forever.

Lets take a moment
to sway,
anxiously waiting
for that dreadful goodbye.

Darling,
let me remember
the taste
of your lips
instead of the miles
that tear us apart.

Lets take a moment
to wipe our eyes -
promising
to stay strong.

Darling,
let me take this
final moment
and treasure it
with all I am.

For in the blink
of an eye,

you'll be gone.

What I PictureEvery time I think of you,
All that comes to mind is that
I'm standing on a cliff
Looking over the edge into
The black water below.
I feel my heart become an iron ball.
It weighs me down.
It brings me to my knees.
I worry that the ground will crumble and
I'll fall into the water without a splash.
I fear that I won't let out a scream.
That no one will come to rescue me.
Will you be on your knees screaming my name and
Reaching out your hand?
Or will you just stand there watching me fall?
It is so lovely to see
Someone's world crumble right under their feet.
You won't save me.
You won't even try.
I've never mattered to you.

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by ~Solsteyn, Mar 3, 2012, 3:37:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Wenn die Grenzen zwischen Wachsein und Träumen verschwimmen,
Weiß ich manchmal nicht mehr,
Wer ich bin.

Die Buchstaben,
Die fremdvertrauten Gedanken,
Schleiern mich ein.
Mein Ich
Und das andere Ich
Verschmelzen
Und im Moment des Aufmerkens,
Den Kopf frei schüttelnd,
Tauche ich auf,
Und merke:
Ich weiß nicht, wer ich bin.

Vielleicht werde ich es nie wissen.

Wer bin ich?by ~Solsteyn

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Dieses Gedicht habe ich kurz vorm Einschlafen noch zu Papier gebracht. Es geht darum, dass ich spät abends beim Lesen von guten Büchern nicht mehr genau weiß, wer ich bin. Manchen Autoren gelingt es einfach, den Leser wirklich in ihre Geschichten hineinzuziehen

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~HikoUzumaki Oct 5, 2012

Gefällt mir, ich kenne das auch. aber irgendwie ist es doch ein schönes Gefühl, find ich.

~Solsteyn Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Ja das Gefühl ist irgendwie toll. Manchmal ist es sogar so stark, dass sich meine Stimmung nach dem Buch richtet, oder dass ich Ereignisse aus Büchern mit Ereignissen in der Realität vermische. Das ist teilweise sogar schon ein bisschen gruselig

~HikoUzumaki Oct 7, 2012

oh ja...

komischerweise habe ich das gefühl aber auch, wenn ich ne Arbeit in der schule geschrieben hab

aber dass sich die stimmung nach dem Buch richtet, das kenn ich auhc

~Solsteyn Oct 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

... nach einer Klassenarbeit??? HILFE!!! (ichdenkegeradeanmathe). Das stell ich mir schrecklich vor!

~HikoUzumaki Oct 14, 2012

nein für mivh ist das eig ganz ok, weil ich auch kein Problem mit den Klassenarbeiten hab.

und wenn andere mich dann fragen wo was rauskommt, guck ihc die manchmal iwie gestört an

~HRO-013 Apr 7, 2012

die idee gefällt mir auch.
hast du mal versucht die wortmenge radikal zu reduzieren, sodaß da lediglich noch die informativen eckpfeiler dastehen?
ich stell mir das bei deinem ding grad klasse vor, ...vielleicht gehörst ja auch bald zu diesen autoren

~Solsteyn Apr 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

ich kann mir grade irgendwie nicht vorstellen, wie du das meinst.

hast du vielleicht ein beispiel?
freut mich, dass es dir gefällt

~HRO-013 Apr 15, 2012

dir wird schon was einfallen.

=Armandacyd Mar 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Gut geschrieben. Du liest oft, auch abends auf dem Bett? Oder jeden Tag?

~Solsteyn Mar 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

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