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LostI feel lost.
Like I'm never going to be found.
But am I lost,
Or just hiding?
I want to hide from the real world,
And be surrounded by my childhood dreams.
I don't want to be put in to reality.
I want to stay in my mothers warm embrace,
And laugh at my fathers goofy smile.
I don't want to be scolded by everyone,
And be thrown out of my dreams.
My whole life has been sugar coated,
But why is life turning bitter-sweet now?
I feel lost,
Without the innocence of my childhood.

AnguishThe lime trees are heavy with the glitter of wind

Words like a host of flies buzz inside my mouth

A fire roars in my head an apocalyptic holocaust

My sentences articulate themselves

Like an erotic bruise on a boys neck

Appearing with a rapacious and concentrated existence

Forcing me into an uncompromising solitude

A concealment like the sitting of a stone in its own shadow

I am on the other side of time where transient moments

Imprint themselves on other people's minds

Forming and colliding in immense fictions

But there is also a sustained silence

Within the speed and space of thought

That holds the creature of my metaphysical an

writingGlass blue birds stitch themselves across my mouth

Catching, capturing, carrying by breath

They cause a tangled nature in my words

Attack the paper forming an anarchy of sentences

Apotheosizing my breath into iambic speech

Of dreams invaded by frantically malign illusions

Chanting, chanting, chanting, chanting, chanting

A form of salacious incantation

That fills me with a need a need

Like a rats craving for poison

Compulsive, irrational and destructive

And here I sit in the complicitious confines of my bedroom

While a cold wind frisks the streets

PovertyThe minds of geniuses
Wasted in the gutter

Squandered chances
And failed dances

It's always quicker
To fall to your knees

Ash and dust
Another walk

The wind whistles in
No barrier will hold
Against this cold

"Welcome to the new age"

Roses are red
Violets are blue
When everyone is fed
There will be nothing left to do

I'm greedyI'm greedy.
I want praise,
I need attention.
Don't turn around,
Only look at me,
And never betray me.
I may seem like a brat,
But I want your love that much,
To steal you from the world,
So you can only look at me.
But am I really selfish?
For loving you,
And wanting you to love me back?
I suppose so.
But there's a problem with that.
I'm greedy, my dear.

Too BeautifulLet me cover you in roses,
Even though they pale in comparison to your beauty.
I would give you jewels,
but they are simply rocks around you.
Your eyes twinkle more than the stars,
Your hair is softer than silk.
Your skin a pale white,
Making you a delicate flower.
Clothes are simply thing that hand on to you,
wishing to be as beautiful as you.
Your gorgeous smile blinds me,
making me fall for you even harder.
Your eyes stare at me,
Making it an honor just to be seen by the beauty herself.
I'm lucky to even be within ten feet of this woman,
But a servant mustn't push his luck.
Just being around you is enough,
Even knowing you

BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boy
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e

Tired of Being AfraidI'm tired of being afraid.
I'm fed up with cowering,
always using the dark as a blanket to hide under,
just like i would do when i was young.
I want to go out in to the light,
not stay here and be afraid of everything.
My childhood fears are always in my head,
haunting me.
You used to be the one that could hold my hand,
and pull me out of the blanket of darkness.
But when you left,
not wanting to protect me anymore,
My heart broke,
and my courage you gave me fell apart.
Now the dark protects me,
but I'm tired of being afraid.
I'm no longer a child,
no longer unable to see something for what it truly is.
I might be afraid,

ShadowI feel like your shadow,
I'm no longer myself.
I want to be more like me,
And less like you.
I want to have my own life,
Not have yours.
I'm constantly compared to you,
And I don't feel like a person.
I feel like I'm just an object,
Something easily looked over.
I want to be praised,
I want to be smiled at,
Instead of being told to be better like you.
Can't I once have that hand on my head,
Ruffling my hair?
Can't I just have that,
Even for one day?
Constantly my heart is broken,
As soon as I get my hopes up.
I'm put down,
Like I'm a big flaw.
Then people wonder why I'm constantly angry,
Or depressed.
It's because tho

So What Do I Do?If only I could read your mind
If only I could interpret you emotions
Understand what you're going through
See through your eyes
Hear through your ears
Feel through your heart
If only I knew how to help you

But I can't
And I don't
And it's killing me
So what do I do?
Tell me.

Femme BoiIn a lavatory a pink transvestite

Applies ruby and rouge

To my cosmetic mask

Hoping for a wished encounter

A fiction overcomes us

Conveys us as strangers

Into an unknown territory

Leaves us there

The two of us, stranded

Our location inaccessible

As intuitive yet unpredictable

Thoughts cluster

In constellated

Images around

The rehearsed persona

Of myself

Mascara TearsJanie, do you remember when we believed?
How we baptized ourselves in the river
telling each other that God would save us both
and everything would someday be okay

Janie, I am hiding behind black lace
and blocking out the pastor’s words
He asks us to honor and remember your life
but, just like you, I only want to forget

AccidentI swallowed my heart this morning --
It was right before the snow swallowed my Thunderbird
and the fence post kissed my bumper

Somewhere, buried in a foot of snow,
are tire tracks and a turn signal lens
resting beside a fallen wire fence
and the footprints of a frightened college girl

It was a bad day to wear mascara

Eyelash WishesMake a wish,
there's an eyelash
upon your cheek.
Make this one count
maybe it'll come true.
Now now, don't cry.
There's another chance
for tomorrow.
This is just one wish,
one of the many,
that may not come true.

The Guardian is DeadTime unfolds, life moves on
from trading secrets to
empty spaces under mistletoe

It's that time of the year
when solitude lingers
where happiness once lay

When a six foot tree turns
into a pathetic branch
with a lonely star on top

Where presents once lay
bottles of whiskey have replaced
and Christmas carols are slurred

There was never an angel
as I was your light
or so you once said

There was never an angel
as you were my guardian
but that guardian is now dead

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The Sky Isn't the LimitSometimes I feel like I can look past my window,
Past the clouds,
Past the sky.
I feel like I can see what hides behind the sun,
And what we can't see.
So far away,
Yet as I raise my arm, and spread my hand,
I feel like I can touch.
Like its right there.
But then I'm brought back to the Earth.
The sky isn't the limit.
There is no limit for me.

Hide and SeekI was giggling. We were hiding in the closet, hoping mommy or daddy didn't find us.
"shhh!" you said, pressing a finger to your lips. I giggled silently, then nodded. after a while, i soon noticed how dark it was. i grabbed you hand, shuddering.
You smiled at me, and tightly squeezed my hand. i got tired of waiting and walked out of the closet. i walked down the narrow hallway, you following. I looked around the living room. Mother rushed to us. She had fear in her eyes.
"You two must go with Mr. Gowland!" She said, pushing us towards the sliding glass door.
"W-Why?" I asked, suddenly feeling the fear and worry mommy had.
"... He wants

VanityAm i such a stranger that you can't even spare a glance my way?
Am i really that ugly?
Have i made you that mad?
As i'm waiting to hear the words i have longed to hear,
My heart is turning black.
My eyes are cold,
My hand is ice.
Don't try grabbing it,
It will make you turn cold as well.
Don't take off my mask.
Its the only thing keeping you from seeing these tears i shed.
I acted strong,
But in the end i broke down in tears.
Don't touch me,
For i have turned ugly and cold.

Sorry for loving youMy wish is to no longer be a burden.
As I'm hiding behind this blank mask,
I'm making you hurt.
I never say I love you,
When that's the only think I can do.
I keep my mask on tightly,
Not wanting to show emotion,
And allow you to see me.
I'm afraid of showing my heart.
It slowly becomes cold,
Becoming stone.
Is it inhuman to have no heart?
I'm sorry I love you.
All I'm doing is being a burden.
Don't let me drag you down.
You shine brightly,
As I am swallowed in the dark.
Don't bother saving me.
I'm sorry for loving you so.

Glue me back together againI was supposed to be your pillar of strength,
I was going to be your foundation.
But I was slowly crumbling as you began to frown.
Won't you glue me back together?
I've fallen so many times,
My hearts been broken,
It's impossible to fix it now.
It's been broken for to long.
You told me you loved me,
But then you turned around and laughed.
As I was falling,
You stood there laughing,
Watching me break.
Won't you glue me back together again?

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Is it strange?

by ~TheSin726, Dec 9, 2012, 9:16:04 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Is it strange,
That I want to hate love,
Even though I love you?
Is it strange,
That though I want to treat you like a delicate flower,
I constantly crush you and try to make you mine?
Is it strange,
Every time I see you my heart races,
But I hate you?
Is it strange that I love you,
When I don't?

Is it strange?by ~TheSin726

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Enjoy ^^
Sorry if its short, I've been sick recently ^^"

~Zelifano Dec 12, 2012

P.S.: Hope you'll heal!

~TheSin726 Dec 12, 2012

Me too ^^

~Zelifano Dec 12, 2012

No, it's not strange.
It's the beautiness of love.

~Kiwi-Shi Dec 10, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I ditto to the person below me.

You did a wonderful job on this one~!

~TheSin726 Dec 10, 2012

Lol thank you
Also thank you for the favorite~!

~Kiwi-Shi Dec 10, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Heh, no problem!

~xxBoneless Dec 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I understood this all too well. Great job.

~TheSin726 Dec 9, 2012

Thank you ^^

~xxBoneless Dec 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

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