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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351082" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Something</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm writing in hope for something with sweet melody, <br>A rhythm that can be felt, <br>A beauty that can be read. <br>With words flowing like water over rocks, <br>Steadily without fault or obstruction. <br>A liquid in its purest state. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm writing in hope for something with sweet remembrance, <br>Like the scent of falling rain, <br>Or the memorable sound of a mothers cooing voice.<br>Something so memorable, <br>The slightest reminder sends you back to the exact moment, <br>Replaying in unbroken pattern of mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm writing in hope for something spectacular to happen, <br>For my words to form a feeling so deep they hurt, <br>For each image to be as clear as these words on this paper. <br>I want you to feel what I feel, <br>A feeling of lonely discontent, <br>Sitting alone in my own my own world, writing away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am writing this in hope for something to stick with you, <br>A message or a meaning that I've hidden inside a syllable, <br>A voice of reason that you have kept from yourself, <br>Silenced with the voice of your shallow desires. <br>A dream that you once had forgotten, <br>Lost in the darkness of the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am writing this in hope for something to be brought to light. <br>Maybe a buried thought that you wish you never had, <br>Or an inner conflict that you hadn't noticed but feel tearing apart your skin, <br>Even an aspiration you promised to live up to but left to die. <br>Something so lost in the world of your mind, <br>Swallowed by deep chasms of thought and memory. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am writing this in hope of telling a story. <br>The story of a world that can only be imagined in a dark room, <br>Hidden from the world and apart from anything else. <br>The story of a broken heart of a shortened life, <br>The story of the silent cries of a lost soul reaching for sanity. <br>My own story, perhaps, or even yours, is this your story? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am writing in hope of making your thoughts and feelings dance, <br>A slow and steady music in the background, <br>Propelling your eyes left to right and back again. <br>Following the steps of each word, <br>The flow off each line and stanza. <br>An endless waltz with the reader and the writer, will you dance with me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am writing in hope of making an impression on your mind, <br>Maybe not an everlasting one, but even just a brief moment, <br>A moment of realization that you are now reading what I have written, <br>That for one moment in time our minds share the same space and thought, <br>Each word playing in our head the same as the other's. <br>Can you hear my voice, can you feel my thoughts? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't know why I am writing, or why I am writing what I am writing, <br>But I know that it has accomplished one thing, <br>It has given a purpose to something, if even just a piece of paper, <br>It has given worth to something that at one point was just a blank sheet, <br>Waiting for something to be etched into its surface, making it something.<br>I guess that's why I'm writing, I'm just writing; something.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bethany+Maxwell">Bethany Maxwell</a><div class=q>
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A rhythm that can be felt, 
A beauty that can be read. 
With words flowing like water over rocks, 
Steadily without fault or obstruction. 
A liquid in its purest state. 

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