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Like Shattered GlassBroken bones like shattered glass
Crash down to the floor.

Her screams go unnoticed
Until she falls eerily silent.

"Shhh, it's only me."

Can anyone hear?
Does anyone know?

Arms pinned above her head,
She freezes in fear.

Please let it be quick this time.
Please let this end.

Close your eyes, child
And leave your body behind.

Tapped in these moments
I cannot forget.

I will always remember, and I cannot
Sleep.
Delusions of RealityFor many hours we spoke.
It came to me that perhaps
You were history repeating itself.
That maybe you weren't real-
Or I wasn't.
Either seemed more probable than
Some like you and someone like me
Actually being together.
So I debated,
And you replied,
Your answers were not as I expected
Lending credit to your claims.
Still,
The nagging doubt will exist,
Until the day we finally meet
Face to face,
Flesh to flesh.
Even then,
I might doubt.
After all,
Some hallucinations seem VERY real.
But even if you AREN'T,
Even if I am a figment of your imagination,
Or you of mine,
I hope you never vanish.
That we will always be at l
Heartless Hospitality~You have your games
and I have mine
You have your means to an end
And I have nothing but time

Everyone looks at me with death in their eyes
Some kind of cooked up betrayal I committed
No use in me denying these lies
There is nothing left to be said

I come knocking at your door
And you deny me the simple warmth
Of your arms and your heart
Letting this wall keep us apart

I sit here alone with myself
And I understand
I've cut off the rotten limb that got me nowhere
Cut off the screams of "It's not fair!"

What is the use of jealousy
What is the use of feeling these feelings?
I tell you I don't care for you anymore
You caused this conclusion w
Hold OnSeems like nobody cares anymore
Days go by and I am stuck in the same place as yesterday
Locked in this cage

In a endless loop of disappointment and lost
All I can do is to hold to the dream
Just hold on and believe

I know the road is hard but a day will come
Today may be long but tomorrow will come
I just need to hold and believe

Weeks have gone by
I still hold on
To that dream

But that dream went up into flames
I thought it will never turned this way
But all I can do is to hold on

What is left of me?
What I can pull out of this rubble?
Burned up in flames

A lifetime of effort, gone in a flash
I feel no pain or numbness
Just feel
Silly Little GirlSilly little girl,
you dance in the rain,
and wish on stars at 11:11.
Don't you know this is all in vain?
(Sorry, not sorry)

Silly little girl,
you smile when you should cry,
you quiver when you should laugh,
silly little girl, I'm sorry to lie.
(Sorry not sorry)

Silly little girl,
shouldn't you break apart?
I must say I try my best
to make your life hard.
(Sorry not sorry)

Oh, silly little girl,
are you dead yet?
Just StopStop, just stop.
Stop throwing those punches.
What'd she ever
Do to hurt you?!

What, be herself?
Be different?

Is it because
She dresses in a way
That you don't like?

Or maybe because
She's dating someone
Who isn't you.

Just stop.
Right now.

Because maybe it
Isn't her who needs
To take a step back
And look at themselves...
Maybe it's you.

You, the bully.
The one who's
Beating up a poor,
Defenseless girl,
All because she's
Not how you want her to be.

She's not your daughter.
Even if she was,
You don't have the control.

You aren't supposed
To want to do this.

We're all different,
All in our own
Wonderful ways.

Me, I write poetry.
That
A flower in the darkIn a world of darkness a small flower grows.
So soft and sweet its existence against the cruel darkness that surrounds it.
It slowly grows the only life in this barren world.
A lonely life it doesn't realize.
A blissful peace, full of an unknown longing, of unknown feelings.

In a world of light nothing in the barren ground grows.
A planet full of light, yet no life to use the gift.
The world slowly dies with no life to live on it.
A painful death that none will morn.

The flower reaches out in the darkness searching for something unknown.
The world cries for life.
So quiet is their beings but to them it is everything.
A flower who
LoveLove

Love can be as heartwarming as a mother's love,
Or as strong as a bolder,
Love can be as calm as the sea,
Or as soft as a pillow.
But you must be careful because love can be as coy as a snake,
Or as deadly as the Grim Reaper,
Love is the key to the future,
But you must choose what door you go through.
Shelf DealingsAnd they scream
and they hit.
What should you do?
Just deal with it.

It doesn't matter,
there is no pain,
get used to it,
you're to blame.

Emotions?
What are those?
Master, please tell me
everything I should know.

Place me on the shelf and
paint a straight face;
I'm slowly dying,
feeling out of place.

Because they scream
and they hit,
and what do I do?
I deal with it.
For Every Tear That Falls.For every tear that falls,
from cheek to palm to ground.
My name goes through to missed calls,
now that I'm nowhere to be found.

And when you're thinking of me,
as I'm sure you often will.
I'm who you always wanted me to be,
so you pop another pill.

Like the torn up photos of us,
you lie in peices on the floor.
Today I left you via bus,
and pinned this note to our old door.

I just don't love you anymore x
MaybeYour body has been used
By all of those who are broken.
The ones who are trying to repair
Their own wounds with
No regards towards your own.

You are a hand for him to hold
While he thinks of her
And tries to forget the emptiness
And the fact that he is alone.

For a brief moment while
He is inside of you,
You feel as if you are the
Missing half of the whole,
And it is perfect.

He recites memorized lines
And you wonder who else
Has heard them before you,
But you tell yourself that
You're the first anyway.

Your body has been used
By all of those who are broken,
And you begin to wish that
Maybe,
Just maybe,
You could
If I'll leave youIf I'll leave you,
I'll leave behind the scent of mine
and the mark of my fingertips
on your skin.

When I'll leave you,
I'll bring with me your hasty words
and your fierce look.

Then I'll leave you,
and you'll leave a hole in my heart
and a scar on my soul.

And when I'll forget you,
I'll have forgotten myself.
The PassingI hear Bells crying
In my head,
I hear Bells knell
For those passed.

The thrum goes on
For those left behind.

How often do you
Take the time to listen?
How often do you
Soak up that second to see?

This melody called life
Can you taste it? Hear it?
Inhale.
Spices enter your lungs,
Close your eyes.
The ocean envelops your ears.

You only have so long,
Do you spare time to listen?
Do you bring yourself to see?

The thrum goes on,
For those left behind.
SurvivalSurvival.

Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.

Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.

We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.

We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.

We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as w
Longing for DirectionWhen I walked out,
I looked down the asfault road,
And found myself longing for the dirt.

I wanted to put on my jacket,
step onto the road,
and just start walking.

I wanted to go, and go, and go, and
never return.
Or at least not until I was done.

But instead, I turned to my chevy,
stepped inside,
and drove on.

I drove the usual direction,
watching everyone in the traffic,
and my mind reeled.

I found that we,
We moved like worker ants,
everyone, everyone, going somewhere.

And that is what I'm facing,
in life, I will do the same thing habitually,
just like the little ants do.

And so will you.
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She was beautiful. Not in the way that she was model thin or had perfect hair and perfect skin. I could already see that that wasn't the case. But in the way that she was thick with curves, and her hair was dyed and dead and wild, she was in her late teens and I'd never seen someone smile through the amount of pain in her eyes. I've never seen a girl more heartbrokenly beautiful and I couldn't stop looking.

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where I don't have to lie;
I drive without stop
and my eyes are kept dry.

I stop at each town
and stay for a day,
I only have one bag
[I'm happier this way]

I've never felt like this,
[so happy and so free]
I'm more content than ever
but you won't get to see.

I shouldn't but I would,
at the first given break,
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He smelt like smoke and held a fire in his eyes. His touch smoldered and his voice burned. He encased me within a burning inferno.

He, the Devil, and I, the dove. Each breath, each look smoldered me, turning my white feathers black. My wings beat against the bars, faster and faster, like the thrumming of a heart [thump-thump thump-thump], before I realised there was no way out.

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My heart clenched and my eyes stung; I felt empty with helplessness. I couldn't do anything. Nothing to help, though I wanted to. I knew what it felt like; I'd once been in that position. That position of getting hit, of getting yelled at by the adults that say t
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I'm sorry for all that's done and said,
and what's become of you, my friend.

"Leave with me tonight" you say,
but you don't even look my way.

Red roses are left on my bed,
but so many thoughts are left unsaid.

"Leave with me tonight" you say,
but I wake to a whole new day.

At the oak tree you take my hand,
my mind is racing with the plans.

The clock shows midnight I'm sorry to say,
but in my bed I must look the other way.

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Unwanted Future

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My stomach flips,
my breathing gets deep,
I'm sorry love but
please just let me sleep?

It's hard to live
taking day by day
when it seems to pass too fast
and you struggle on the way

What future awaits me?
A small dog, swing on the deck,
the picket white fence and
a fake family in depth.

A kiss on the cheek and
lunch in paper bags,
a promise to behave
but love, the days just drag.

Will it be the same routine
that I face right now?
A fake smile and laugh
that struggle to be found.

The passion fades
with the will to explore,
and you grow older along with
the slamming of doors.

Your voice screams,
your heart will echo,
the mirror will shatter,
and the blood will flow.

And one day you'll look
and take a deep breath,
you'll stare into your eyes
and see nothing but death.
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I have one year left of high school and I realized that I'm terrified of moving on from such a huge chapter of my life...this was the outcome of those feelings.
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~XxAmyRainbowxX Nov 17, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I've just finished school and moved on to college. I was just a scared and this poem portrays what I felt perfectly. But you know what, moving on hasn't been so bad. Thank you for sharing a lovely piece, and good luck in the future! :D
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~Miss--Understood Nov 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
thank you very much :D
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~sparkyb1 Nov 16, 2012
This is the perfect poem to sum up what awaits after high school
Thank you for stating it in such a sublime way~

You're not alone in your feelings. No matter what it is, I can guarantee that someone has felt that way before, and will feel it in the future.
Right now, I'm the percentage with you
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~Miss--Understood Nov 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
thank you so much, and it's good to know that I'm not facing this alone at least :)
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~sparkyb1 Nov 17, 2012
Yes, plenty of suffering to go around! xD
But seriously, we'll be able to get through it
We may not want to, but we'll be able to~
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~Miss--Understood Nov 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Exactly, and hopefully everything turns out okay :)
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~KnivesandPens97 Nov 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This is realy good. :3
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~Miss--Understood Nov 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :D
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~KnivesandPens97 Nov 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
No problemo :D
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Mood: Neutral ~the-darkness1217 Nov 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Damn man, mad props. I know exactly how you feel. I would be on my last year but i got held back which i dont know if it is a good thing or bad. But it will all work out in the end.
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