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The Fall of the AngelA fallen angel with the stigma of exile on her brow lies at my feet.

Weakened she looks at me with tears in the eyes. The crowd bustles about this creature who is of breathtaking beauty despite her several wounds. They encircle her. But nobody would like to help her.

Everybody wants to have a part of this celestial being. Everyone wants to annex her.

They scramble for the best pieces. All want to obtain something of the brilliancy and its beauty. Blood splashes in my face. The warm blood runs slowly down my cheek like viscous tar. The last cry of the angel let my tears - which I shed contemplatively - freeze to ice.

An icy chill penetrate

Deeply rooted in Mother Earth

Like with thousand fine roots,
Each tree throngs to the depth
Like Mother Earth presented it
With sweet juices of life.

As it is deeply anchored in Her,
Rises to the light,
Under blossoms, under fruits,
Thankful shines and happily lives.

So you gave me power and blossoms,
Gave me fruits. So you are
My little Mother Earth,
I am deeply rooted in you!

If You Were With Me NowIf you were with me now
I would find myself in you.
If you were with me now
You are the only one who knew
All the things we planned to do.

I want to live my life
The way you said I would
With courage as my light,
Fighting for what is right,
Like you made me believe I could.

I will fly on your wings
To places I have never been.
There is so much I have never seen.
But I can feel your heart-beat still
And I will do great things
On your wings.

... Someday ... with your spirit to guide me ... and your memory beside me.

The Secret of the Wood (I hear the rush of the ..)

I hear the rush of the wind ....
In the crowns of the trees.

And because of the wind …
There is a riddle in the trees
As if they hold hidden treasures
In their hands.
Flowers, birds and shapes
Border the earth
Like in an ancient mysterious
Time and land.

Paths and clearings
Are shone on by sun and moonlight,
Cast enchanted shadows
Into the mystical world.
Eerie at night and day –

I hear the rush of the wind ….
In the crowns of the trees.

But –
The wood keeps the secret
In its branches.

Star Child in WinterCarefully, I step on the white dusted grass.
The frozen evening dew moistens me.
It is cold – I do not feel it.
Only the silence of the night is all around me.

My hair becomes entangled in an icy wind.
So that I fear to be blown away.
I reach out for the branch of a tree
To seek help and protection.

In front of me I can see the forest in awesome loftiness.
The trees welcome me.
Finally I arrive at the spot I am heading to –
The clearing – a spiritual place.

I stop in the middle of this circle –
Symbol of eternity, image of perfection.
I wait and only my breath can be heard.
Time seems to stand still.

Then, at last – the cloud

The Tree's Name

The tree grew in the midst of the Old Forest.

A lot of people went for a walk in this forest. But mostly they did not notice the tree. It stood a little off the road. There it had its place where it had grown naturally.

The tree was still young, but already very strong. Its roots were deeply anchored in Mother Earth. It had strong branches and many twigs where birds liked to nest. The birds were its friends. They felt well there because of the tranquillity and the strength of the tree. Its leaves became dark-red in autumn and were wonderfully veined.

The tree had a dream. It wanted to know its name.

During one long dark and cold winter it

I am a fighting-dogI am playful, I am still young and my soul is still pure.
I have been waiting for a friend, for someone who likes me!
Then you came! Alas - how glad I have been,
I did not know how it feels when a human hand reaches for one!
But then - It hurt so much. And I did not know why!
Now it is time to just defend myself, to snap at your hands!
But it is getting worse and goes on, slap for slap, day by day!

I have thirst and hunger. You, my master, give me something.
Slaps and blows are now routine! But then!!
A calf was laid at my paws, they force me and beat me with the rod.
Alas, what does my master wants me to do!
I should tear that ani

The Choice between Life and DeathThere was a time in this life that was my happiest but also the most sorrowful. In this short period I was allowed to live the highest feelings of gladness but also learned a lot of things. I have learned that a connection should never be one-way or the other one did not know what to begin with. And the moral was – but I hope it was not my final lesson – an elemental soul and a human soul can never be soul mates.

I never have had what is called numerous friendships, was always confronted with the words "You are strange". Thus made me very distrusting towards people around me and I preferred getting lost in astral travel rather than

My thoughtsWhere are my thoughts?
My thoughts are not here.
They are far away
And drift in the distance.

Often I lifted my head and looked up to the moon.
Often I lowered the glance and thought of somewhere else.

When - finally - when I will be there
Where my heart feels drawn to?

No answer .... silence!

My wish will only stay a dream forever.

Being captured in this body,
Being captured in this time,
Being mingled with human society,
But being remembered that I will never feel quite human.

Where I belong?
I have dreamt that dream for long
And it stays always in my mind.

But I notice clearly fine
That only the ways of nature can be mi

Nocturnal Woods

I see the sky, the moon and the earth -
Dreaming, meditating.
It is the air, the fields and the woods ...
Starlit is the night.
My soul relaxes
And floats through the silence.

Second! Stand still and stay!
You are just so wonderful!
Let all the others move on,
Drops in the sea of time -
Past.

The wood does not hear the waves,
But the trees know my silent song.
Leaves are touched by the moonlight.
Stricken by the silvery wonder,
My heart sees the truth of existence.

Night in the Autumnal Wood

Slowly the sun is setting in the distance,
In the sky already the first stars are twinkling.

The river is shimmering like a silver band.
Peace invades the whole land.

Full and round the moon illumines the earth,
So that it will finally become night again.

But in the middle of the wood –
There is a clearing fair –
An elf is sitting under the trees –
Lost in musing –
I was sunk in better times.

Silent, timeless -
One with nature –
Moonlight in the autumnal wood.
Leaves glisten softly,
Music strikes up
Beautiful like starlight.

The whisper of the worlds,
The glances of magic,
And the eternity of elves

Light and DarknessHigh up in the sky, there is a light -
Shining like a candle that will never go out.
It sparkles so beautiful like the starlight
But this light will never be alone.

In the darkness no shadow can exist,
But the bright radiance and the beauty of the stars penetrates it.
The obscurity cannot be without light
For then the world would be completely dark or forever very pure.

My DepressionI live... but I am not alive.

I have emotions... but I do not feel.

I exist... but make no difference in the world.

My lungs, they fill with oxygen... But I cannot breathe.

I sleep... but never rest.

I smile... but I am not happy.

I have friends, and lots of family... but I am close to no one.

I am in a room full of people... but I am lonely.

I have goals... but lack the motivation to even try.

I am taken care of... but never loved.

I cut my skin and bleed... but still I find no relief.

This is my depression.

I go through motions.

Nothing helps.

I am not okay.

But still I pretend.

This is my depression.

It has no end.

My li

Journey of the StarsCan you see the millions of stars across the sky?
Where, upon the morrow, they will all fly,
To the darkest depths and the furthest planes,
Of this world and the next, strung along like trains
We reach out to grab them, to be strung along
But they do not wait and leave us, with solemn song
Do they, you wonder, go into the dark?
To shine their light in a brilliant ark?
To light this world anew, maintain its life,
Along with other worlds, soothing like a fife?
When darkness is upon us, when all seems dark and bleak,
They come ahead and guide us, to show us what we seek
I wish that I could join them, to be among their ranks,
But it

BreakdownDancing shadows
Angry pale walls
Voices screaming
Terrified calls

A secure asylum
Where no soul would ever leave
Except for one violet-eyed, blonde-haired man
As he kills those in his path without mercy

On the outside he is pure and charming
Possessing the hands of a musician
But in his mind it's a different story
As the scalpels he uses turn a bloody crimson.

His new life is a lie, he knows
When the one he loves ends up been left for dead
He struggles endlessly to cover his own tracks
Obeying the accursed voices that scream in his head.

Oh, how will his depressing tale end, my dear?
A bloody massacre while the hero surrend

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Tears in the Moon

by *Malintra-Shadowmoon, Jun 7, 2012, 2:10:31 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Tears,
Shimmering pearls
In my eyes,
gently moisten my cheeks -
incessant.

Moon -
Shines bright
In dark night -
Glittering silverbeam in sky -
hopeful.

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Some feelings in the night.

This poem is my second contribution to the "Lucky Star Badge"-Contest by the

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=AnnaLena250199 Nov 29, 2012 Student Digital Artist

Das ist so schön

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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Nov 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Danke für deinen Kommentar. Es sind einfach nur meine Gefühle an manchen Abenden/Nächten. Schön, daß es dir gefällt

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=AnnaLena250199 Nov 29, 2012 Student Digital Artist

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~dogyjoe Sep 20, 2012 Writer

Just a thought, as I was reading your poem, it came in my mind: Your eyes are the night sky and the stars are your tears. And when someone is so happy that the person shads tears, than in the night sky stars are born. I know it sounds strange but this came in my mind

Thanks for sharing

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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Sep 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

That is not strange at all. It is such a beautiful thought that came to your mind. And who knows...perhaps you are right with your feelings

Thanks for commenting.

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~dogyjoe Sep 21, 2012 Writer

Welcome

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~KodokuNoNana Jun 26, 2012 General Artist

A few words, but absolutely wonderful!

I always prefer quality,not quantity

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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Jun 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks for your kind words

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~KodokuNoNana Jun 26, 2012 General Artist

Those are no kind words, I don't like sweet nothings. What I said is pure truth

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*Daozen Jun 24, 2012 Student General Artist

Deep and beautiful.

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