The Girl of Shadows [COMPLETE]

Bonus - Poetry 3

Welcome to the last bonus part of poetry. Here's some more crammed in here. Hopefully you have grasped that none of these are mine. They're from Pinterest and that's why I chose to credit them when the piece finishes. Enjoy!

Words
They say the things that finally break you,
Are the words caught in your throat ,
And she has years of thoughts not uttered ,
Crammed in the pockets of her coat.
A whisper amongst a world,
That's learnt to only speak,
Where silence must be broken,
For the proof that it is weak.
But wherein lies the weakness,
Of keeping words held in your hand?
When others listen to reply,
She listens just to understand.
Surely it's strength when things unspoken,
Fill the room up to the brim,
And she's the only one among them,
Who has taught herself to swim.
-Erin Hanson

Colored Love
I just love him
And it doesn't matter
That sometimes
Our worlds are colored
Different hues
Because when the colors
Blend together
It's the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen
-B. Diaz

Society
From the moment you were born,
You were told what to do ;
Be anything you want,
As long as you're never you ;
They've paved your path,
And gave you rules ;
Keep on walking straight,
Because dreaming is for fools.
You were told of a forbidden land,
Where dreams go to die ;
They said never go there,
You shouldn't even try.
But those who have gone there,
Have seen things far and wide ;
Walked away from their chosen path
And became their own guide.
And if you ever dare
Give one of them your time,
They'll tell you about the dangers
And the mountains you will climb.
But after all the dangers
And the hardships are gone,
You'll find the truth about the path
And find that everyone else is wrong.
There really only is
One path for you ;
No one else has the same path
And you're the only one who can choose.
-Nadia

The Rose
Have you ever loved a rose,
And watched her slowly bloom ;
And as her petals would unfold,
You grew drunk on her perfume.
Have you ever seen her dance,
Her leaves all wet with dew ;
And quivered with a new romance,
The wind, he loved her too.
Have you ever longed for her,
On the nights that go on and on ;
For now, her face is all a blur,
Like a memory kept too long.
Have you ever loved a rose,
And bled against her thorns ;
And swear each night to let her go,
Then love her more by dawn.
-Lang Leau

Sugar Lips
He fed you sweet sweet words of honey,
Their taste like sugar on his tongue,
No one had ever been so kind,
So to every word you clung.
He told you you were pretty,
In the dress that he had bought,
That you were smart when you remembered,
All the things that he had taught.
You came to need those words,
Just as much as you need air,
The way they showed that you had beauty,
Ever since he placed it there.
But you don't see the truth,
The holes the words left in his teeth,
As he used all of the sugar,
To coat the rotted heart beneath.
He revealed to you your beauty,
But made it so you would believe,
That you'd be quick to lose it,
If you ever were to leave.
So you stayed stuck fast behind him,
As you feel deeper for his trick,
Smiling like nothing was wrong,
When the sugar made you sick.
But let me tell you something,
You do not need him there to shine,
A boy should never have a say,
On how your worths defined.
I know you have the power,
To break out of his sticky grip,
For you were beautiful before the words,
Had touched his sour lips.
-Erin Hanson

Heart Pocket
I've got a special pocket,
That's stitched into my chest ;
It's full of all the moments,
That I've thought of as my best.
And when a good friend tells me,
About the things that make them smile ;
I place them in my pocket,
So I can keep them for a while.
And when I'm feeling saddened,
The pocket's always endless ;
Yet sometimes it overflows,
And the love that spills out of it,
Is how the pocket grows.
And sometimes if you're lucky,
If I hug you really tight ;
You can feel my pocket beating,
And you might just feel its light.
-Jessy Humann

Keeping Quiet
Now we all count to twelve
And we will all keep still
For once on the face of the earth
Let's not speak any language,
Let's stop for one second
And not move our arms so much
It would be an exotic moment
Without rush, without engines
We would all be together
In a sudden strangeness
Fishermen in the cold sea
Would not harm the whales
And the man gathering salt
Would look at his hurt hands
Those who prepare green wars
Wars with gas, wars with fire,
Victories with no survivors.
Would put on clean clothes
And walk about with their brothers
In the shade, doing nothing
What I want should not be confused
With total inactivity.
Life is what it's about:
I want no truck with death.
If we were not so single minded
About keeping our lives moving,
And for once we could do nothing,
Perhaps a huge silence
Might interrupt this sadness
Of never understanding ourselves
And of threatening ourselves with death
Perhaps the earth can teach us
As when everything seems dead
And later proves to be alive.
Now I'll count up to twelve
And you keep quiet and I will go.
-Pablo Neruda

["My silence spoke a thousand words but you never heard them."]

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