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Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a lie
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?

If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?

If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?

If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?

My Own HellI think of ways
To waste away
With this time left unpaid

I sit and reflect
On the breath in my chest
And the words left unsaid

I rot and writhe in darkness
My heart helpless and a mess
Filled with this sick unrest

I look up and see nothing
I look inside and see worse than nothing
I watch the lies and hear the sighs

The lonely breaths of emptiness
Into an empty world only I know
The one I created for myself

You may breach the castle walls
But the stone will never crumble
And the fortress will never fall

Who hears the cries of a helpless child
Who hears the cracking of a broken heart
Who hears the death of a dying smile

Watch the words t

ConformityI’m here in my head
Existing amongst the dead
Life is being taken
Things are mistaken
It seems people run voluntarily to misery
As though pretending, the nonexistence of history
All eyes seem jaded, or intensely blind
A wonder to them how the world will unwind
Continue to watch them, try and stop them
Pull them away by the strings of their hem
Try to save them, but you’ll be the ignorant fool
Sincerely they believe you’re the devil’s tool
They cannot see how the devil masquerades
Conning to enlist them in his festering charades
To fight against the right
To fight against the light
To fight against our joy
By playing w

I Am...I am an observer,
I watch as you fall
and I won't make a move
to answer your call.
I am dishonest,
it has been since my smallest years
that I let my truth into others ears.

I am a composer,
of a great many lies
yet carry luck like a clover
I never break my disguise.

Through those heat filled faces surrounding me
I can just barely see
and sometimes I find nowhere to run
they take over me.
I am rarely awake with sun,
so that when everything slips undone,
I will not be exposed
I will always stay composed.

I keep my secrets like stars keep distance
burning bright beneath my skin
defining my existence
out of reach and filled

The Girl with the Glass HeartHe pitied the girl with the glass heart
for she was not made of stone like him.
He thought, “her poor, battered heart must be so broken
that its shards cut her from within.
She must wish she was not so fragile,
that she was unbreakable like me.”
Then one day she said to him,
“my love, how I wish you were free.
I pity you and your marble heart,
carved of the hardest stone,
So unmovable by anything—
you must be so alone.”

Shocked, he argued, “but you must feel such pain
in that frail, little heart,

Human Nature When you are young,
they will treat you with the softness of spring.
They will guide you through the winter winds and
over snowy hills, admiring the brilliance of your
midday innocence; pulling daisies from the earth
just to place them in your hair. And they will
whisper to each other of how beautiful you are.
When you grow older,
they will treat you with the indifferences of autumn.
They will urge you from the complacency of your own
fleeting fulfillments, and they will watch your
brilliance fade with the swiftness of the sky. You
will shed your fragile childhood with the colors of
the trees, and you will learn to face

Pesky VoicesAm I schizophrenic?
Am I just a girl?
There's got to be,
More to me,
Then the voices,
And the world.
But I still scream,
At myself.
It's my fault,
And no one else.
I'm screaming,
And so are they.
Profanities,
Degradation,
Are things they hurl my way.
They say I want to die,
And I can't tell if they lie.
The voices are soft,
Kinder now.
I want to die,
And they'll tell me how.
It's simple.
I take the knife,
And end my life.

I'll Keep My AnswerBut I'll keep my answer to myself,
And no one will know, and no one will help.
I'll keep my answer till the end,
And no one will care, no one will pretend.

It started when I lived on my own,
And nobody cared that I was alone.
I figured they'd like it if they didn't know
It was their fault I hurt myself so.

Then came the day when I had to leave,
And nobody cared, and they were relieved.
Then the day came when I had to change,
And it was their fault that I was so strange.

Trapped in a world where they tear you in two,
And nobody cared, and no one had glue.
And then came the day I had to meet you,
And it was their fault that I hur

Open The HeartDrip drop, without a sound
Watch the liquid hit the ground

She tries to pick up the pieces
But cuts her hands on the shards

Shattered, broken, cold young heart
The end will always be the start

She called the name
That promised hope
The sky turned to gray
The end of her day

The pain has surfaced again
Promising her an end
But the promise will again be broken
Her skin bears love's last token

She will scream aloud her love

No answer comes from above

The red splinters and cracks
A new dark voice attacks

The embodiment of her love
She lifts, and sends above
Her final wish

We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the broken
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.

We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.

We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.

We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.

We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.

My Sole ConditionTo what conditions must I comply
when prompted to write
of what dwells inside?

'Tis always my voice I aim to speak
with pen in hand, bleeding ink,
as does my heart, spilling words
upon a page, perhaps unheard
save by me, myself, and I -
imagination amplified!

Eclectic fragments in the mind -
to each his own for these are mine;
thereby forming how they will
in fluid flight with feathered quill,
as freedom flows with expression
of fantasy or pure confession.

Symbolic makings of the soul
take shape as musical rhymes unfold.
Whilst not perfected or contrived,
'tis how this poem became alive;
for thus am I, in each rendition,
still my own poeti

Is It Wrong?Is it wrong I want hold you?
Tell you you're wrong?
Cuddle you tightly in my arms?

Is it wrong I want to kiss you?
Tell you you're perfect?
Let you know what you mean to me?

Is it wrong that I want to see you?
Tell you how much I care for you?
Hold your hands in mine though they're shaking?

Is it wrong that I'm falling in love with you?
Tell you that to your face?
Kiss you and never let you go?

Is it wrong?

Talking to the airI'm hearing you speak,
While you pull your fingers through my hair.

I'm looking into your eyes,
And you dont mind I'm telling you more than you can bear.

I'm feeling the emotions,
pouring out of my sides.

While you sit there quietly listening,
Because there's nothing we can hide.

....Wait. Let's try this again.

I'm hearing you speak,
But the voice is empty, no one is there.

I'm looking into your eyes,
but I'm staring into thin air.

I'm feeling the emotions,
But everything I say is a hollow line.

While you sit there quietly listening.....
Because you're only mine.

.....Now, let's continure.

While I'm talking into space,
I'l

Wonderfully Lost, Unfortunately FoundI used to be lost in my own thoughts.
Fantasy, horror, there were lots,
I enjoyed them all.

Away from the light, I lived in my head,
And chose the dark side instead,
Because there I felt important and tall.

I made up immginary friends,
Who said they'd be with me till the end,
And I accepted that as my reality.

Soon, I adjusted to the coarse way of life,
Did away with the strife,
But I buried myself in illusonary debris.

Lived life like a wild child,
Who went through the day with a murderous smile,
Forcing away all the opposing doubts.

Then one day, real life came along,
Didn't approve of this song,
And it pulled me directly out.

Then I

AwayI want to fly away,
up, in the sky.
down, back to earth.
I want
I want to go.
Away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere.
Just go,
Leave, let go, live.
I want to fly away,
somewhere I can stay.

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Silence

by *DarkShadows4, Feb 4, 2013, 12:51:37 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Words never spoken,
Screams never heard.
Whimpers never noticed,
Tears never cured.

Scars carved by silence,
Forming words unspoken.
Forever I will be
Nearly broken.

I will never give in,
Though hanging by a thread.
I will never give up,
Though my life has been shred.

With words known,
But not ever spoken,
I will never be
Truly broken.

Silenceby *DarkShadows4

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Critique by ~Irykyl Feb 4, 2013, 7:14:43 PM

It's good and it's lean. The idea that you have of being down and not out is a feeling that many people feel daily. Tres bien, and great work. The only only issue I have is the second line of the second stanza. Something about it just throws the flow of that portion off. The third stanza on the other hand is my favorite. There is nothing there wrong, and it provides us with a great mental image. I get the fourth stanza and completely understand it even though I don't quite know what you mean to start it. Again, great job.

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Critique by ~katnisseverdeen4life Feb 4, 2013, 1:26:34 PM

What I love about this poem is that it's simple and clean. There are no colloquial words trying to mask the poem's true meaning. The poem only shows the bare bones, so the reader could understand easily.
It is really extremely difficult to achieve this sort of uplifting feeling in poetry. Brillant poets have tried and many have failed, but this poem has truly captivated that spirit.
Another thing is that the poem accurately describes the sense of desparation and failure to be heard. (I say this because we've all been in a desparate situation before). It has just the right amount of misery, despair, and slight hope to form a really well written poem.

Amazing.