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Untitled No. 2 Have you everUntitled No. 2 by ~jonnatz17
seen the light in someone else's eyes
shine up, shine out
encompass the shadows in an idealism
that blots out the doubt?
That rends the very nature
of every soul awestruck?
If you haven't,
don't dare doubt in the fact
that it is there,
ever waiting,
making it's presence felt
an invisible breeze of colours,
swarming among us.
Or maybe,
that light will never be seen by you,
you may not feel it yourself,
but believe me when i say,
all it takes is
one good glance in the eyes of those who do
to see your very reflection.
Glass Tread softly through the sanctuary of your mind,Glass by ~jonnatz17
for it is its beauty and fragility i adore.
It masks, gives you its glass arms to cry in,
In its face is carved your own.
It smiles for you, for it knows you will have to,
to face the hurt, to address the pain,
It cares enough to say nothing,
and that to you says everything right.
I love that beauty, can't you see?
Your sanctuary, your work of art.
The glass still shines, I see it here,
I see you reflected in its glow.
The glow lives in you, shines through your sanctuary.
My fragile-wing cherubim, its smile
Has done its work again, given you back your song,
And sets you off to so
Little Kite The wings beneath those wingsLittle Kite by ~jonnatz17
has been released, watch them fly
a little closer to God
than we are.
A flight at ease,
so bemused at the sight of the earth
as he shares a song
with the wind above.
It sings its own tune,
hums from its own tail.
Sees from below,
Casts its plumage
to be caught by the wind.
Free me to be like you!
Tethered to the heights!
A happy new existence.
For the earth below has held me,
It has no hum
as beautiful as the one
i hear you sing.
It keeps God
too far out of our reach,
it refuses to let us soar
and join you in that happy domain.
What to call it? You call it work,What to call it? by ~jonnatz17
a laborious task,
of walking with me hand in hand,
of roasting in the sunset's fire,
counting our stars all night
and giving them names.
Each reminding us of every kiss
that set our passion
tossed about by the wind.
You'd had enough
of being overworked;
having yourself fawned over,
waited upon hand and foot.
Having emotion showered on you,
watching me use every second,
every hour of the day
in an effort to add
a new cherished gem
to horde away in our lives.
I understand,
i refuse to see you
worked to death on my account.
Before so, you can
leave me to my selfish being
Blame me for my cruel heart
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Dawn's Portrait The spark of dawnDawn's Portrait by ~Sapient-Butterfly
Has a selfish glory,
None to freely shared with
Us lowlier than the sky.
When bodies, slacked with slumber,
Lay blind;
Eyes for only our dreams,
The dawn, with an artist's hand
Paints us out
In pinks and lilac hues
Pastel greeting to the sunrise.
We've alarms,
Harsh electronic sounds
To drag us from the pits of sleep,
Bodies robotic, blinkers fixed
Oblivious to the watercolour dawn.
See the sky once it's bleached out
A sombre, ashen grey that
Pales to white,
Perhaps a powder touch of blue;
Paint washed from a canvas
Dawn's portrait hung bare to dry.
Perhaps tomorrow she'll paint another
Self portrait,
Happy 
!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! 
!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! 
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