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Dalainea Rust Poem
Noodles, noodles, I love Noodles,
make me happy every day.
Run down my throat like
silky thread
with smells of heaven in
my head
Oh noodles, noodles, what would
I do?
with out you to save
me?
Life is harsh and shows
me no sympathy.
You are my saviour and
my life
I feel safe with you
by my side
Youll always be a
part of me
till the end of time.
Noodles, dear Noodles,
you are always mine.
Copyright © Dalainea Rust | Year Posted 2007
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Dalainea Rust Poem
Wings dark as coal,
with beady eyes that
penetrate the mind.
With every stroke
of the giant wings
fear broils to the
surface of the skin.
Sucking the life from
the depths of your body.
Burning your soul
to no remains.
This is the fate of
the not so few.
Their last words left
to scar and warn the world
shall be engraved
upon their tombstone.
"Come, fly with me tonight,
Suicide Butterfly."
Copyright © Dalainea Rust | Year Posted 2007
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Dalainea Rust Poem
confusion is a state of mind
not easily overcome
It can be difficult or not so much
each to their own
hearing one thing and seeing another
the most common kind
can cause breaks in friendships
and tears in hearts
the not-so-known
and the seldom seen
occur in ones mind
while one sleeps
mixing dreams with reality
and leaving scars
undistinguishable form lies
leaving deception
unable to be drained
from the minds of humanity
confusion has been and always
will be, humanity's greatest defeat
Copyright © Dalainea Rust | Year Posted 2007
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The gift of life
is also mans burden.
Cared for and treated like their own,
yet abused without consideration.
Used as a way to decieve,
and get what one cannot get
on its own.
Yet those who dont abuse it,
have much to gain.
No worry, no fear, and someone
to confide in.
Or so they think.
There is still worry, and still fear,
but you have someone
to share your worries with,
to share your fear and pain with.
It cannot be held by one,
but can by more.
The purest of heart will still
have troubles, though not as fierce.
Few realize what a gift this is.
The gift, of friendship.
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Never knowing what comes next,
Never knowing how to feel.
Never knowing lifes passion,
Never knowing its appeal.
Never sure how to hold on,
or go toward the next step.
Never sure what to think
or who to believe.
Never wanting others to know,
how you feel inside.
Never wanting others to know,
the confusion you hide.
Never showing your pain,
Never showing emotion.
Never showing how to help,
Never giving a notion.
Never letting others in,
Never letting them know.
Never letting you mind open,
for all to show.
Never understanding life
or anything it brings.
Never understanding friendships
or people, or most anything.
Always wanting a chance,
Never taking it.
Always alone,
Never a friend.
Copyright © Dalainea Rust | Year Posted 2007
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Dalainea Rust Poem
Life holds many suprises,
each unique in its own way.
Some come once in a lifetime,
others everyday.
The most precious suprise
life can bring,
Is the comfort of
love and belonging.
At first its hard to believe,
but eventually you'll come to find.
Its real, its true,
not a trick of the mind.
Suddenly you become complete,
nothing can go wrong.
Just you and your baby,
what youve wanted for so long.
Without them, you fall apart,
nothing seems right.
Till you see them again
and they hold you tight.
You never want to let go,
never want them to leave.
Theyre your life, your everything,
theyre what you need.
And that never changes,
even if they do.
After all,
your love... is true...
Copyright © Dalainea Rust | Year Posted 2007
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Fantasies will cause one deception
yet save anothers life.
So how are we to know,
when the time is right?
To take hold of our dreams
and merge it with reality?
If we wait too long,
will we loose grip of our sanity?
Will life become meaningless?
Will we be drug into our fantasies?
Where all was well
and things happened as we pleased?
Will we forget who we are
and be lost to the world?
Will loved ones help?
Or will they too be lured?
Into their own fantasies.
And if this were to continue to happen?
What of the rest of the world?
What would happen then?
Mankind would be lost.
Nothing left of our precious race.
Oblivious to reality,
drawn into the fantasy craze.
No one left to save them.
Copyright © Dalainea Rust | Year Posted 2007
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