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You see me differently
No one else possibly can
You understand me
When I don't make any sense

You love me
Or loved me
I hope for present
But I suppose it isn't deserved

You see me differently
And this love has suddenly vanished
But I don't want to lose you
I can't lose you

Your love is all I have
That keeps me from the edge
The only constant
The only positive I have left

And I know you love me
Or at least that you loved me
And although I hope for the present
I suppose it isn't deserved

I was alone
Trapped in my solitude
And I reached out for you
I reached out to you

But your hand wasn't there

You left me here
Wishing that I had played

Teach Me

Can you teach me
How to feel,
How to breathe?

Can you hold me
In your arms,
And lead me?

Can you feel me
Within your grasp?
My heart beating fast.

Can you break me down?
I know you can,
Simply leave me here alone.

Can you teach me
How to hold my breath,
How to gaze into the sun?

Can you feel me?
Or am I already too silent,
Too invisible to you.

This world is beyond my understanding,
So teach me how to tell you
That I still love you.

This world so cold,
So teach me how to stay
In your love and warmth.

Although I am gone,
And my skin has frozen,
Try to still love me.

Can you teach me
How to be real again,
How to sho

I Love You

It may to late
But if you had a chance
What would you say?
Would you say
"I love you?"

I don't know
What happened
And how I got so far away
I'm so lost
The only place I can see
Is the wall of your heart
As you hold me close
Though the distance is long

I don't know most things
Though I act as if I do
And it may be to late
But if you had the chance
What would you say?

You see,
I don't know you
I cannot tell
I can only hope you'd answer
What I hope for

But I think it may be too late
And it is too bad, tragic even
Because although I'm far away
A spec on the horizon
If I had a chance
To see you again
I know what I woul

Not Alone

When your dreams are golden
But your life has become a tarnished memory
When your socks have a holes
And your bread is moldy
Just remember it isn't over

When the world is five steps too far
And the cold is woven into your sweater
When the lights fade out
And your crying is muffled by the mask
That you have worn for too long
Just remember that it is not the end

When the doors close in your face
And the cold shoulders kick in
And time has finally frozen solid
Remember that I am always here
And that you are never alone

When your world caves in
And the darkness is inescapable
And the end seems to be approaching
At an alarming r

Rising

This is it
and it is time
for me to wake up
and bring myself back
from the edge

I feel myself
keeping calm
and continuing forward
with nowhere to look
but straight
into the eyes of hell

I'm waking up
emerging from the earth
that had covered me
for far too long
I'm on fire
with a liquid soul

It is time
to stake my claim
This is it
my final chance
to prove myself

I suppose
this is your final chance
to voice your opinion
not that I'm going to listen
This is my revolution
my rebellion
feel free to subscribe
but don't expect me to care

So as I rise up
and reclaim my birth right
my right to freedom
I realize
With t

Rose Coloured Glasses

Cotton candied clouds,
Passing through the sky.
A world of innocence,
Where no one's gonna die.

Eco-friendly cars,
Driving down the street;
Where people are always kind,
To everyone they meet.

And these rose coloured glasses,
Will never tint my thoughts,
For these are proven facts,
That there are never any faults.

Fixing You

A broken heart
made of glass and crystal
turned to stone

a perfect frame
yet so fragile
like porcelain

but perfection
doesn't matter
with no heart

but I will mend you
my little broken doll
so sweet yet so faint

I will hold your heart
in my hands
so delicately

I shall mend it
with a fine needle
and smooth thread

I have the technology
to cure you
to fix you

you little girl
with a porcelain face
I will fix you

But these cracks
so deep and long
have become so cold

so dead and still
after so long
of feeling lost and unloved

little lost cause
I want to see you
differently

but it has become so hard
so painful to try

Paint

The stark white light
Bouncing off of the canvas,
Illuminating
The mars black texture
That is her hair;
The one who's hair flows in the calm wind
Lofting through the artist's open window.

The dried paint
Along his hands
Crack at the seams
As he holds the brush
Twirling it in wet paint.

The oil colour,
A dark yet vibrant red,
Coating the fine bristols,
Saturating them.

They graze across the canvas.
Adding a crimson-lipped smile
To her delicate face.

The texture of the canvas is being covered
By the light, feathery touch
Of the fine brush sweeping across the surface.

The girl,
For that is all she is,
Quivers in the breez

Sunrise

Slow dawn
Sinking into my bones
Pulling me out of my stupor
Pulling me out of the darkness
Trapped in, behind my mind

Red coloured light
Stopping the confusion
Of what was real
What was exaggerated
And what was dreamt

In a corner
Of my drowsy mind
I weep
As you play
A D minor melody of melancholy
On my breaking heatstrings

I weep alone

I lie on my front
Trying to smile
At the beautiful sunrise
Thats growing power
Is overwheling to the dying blakness

And, although I try to smile
At this heartwrenching sunrise
I cannot
I simply cannot

Craziness

I know I'm imperfect.
I know I'm troubled,
Difficult to deal with.
I know I should be
Nothing but grateful
That you stay with me.

I know I'm crazy.
I am impulsive,
And overbearing;
Something you remind me
Everytime we argue.
Yet I should be happy
That you choose to stay.

I don't know why
I cannot be what you want,
What you expected.
I must be out of touch,
But to you I swear,
With my electric heart,
That I will love you,
And I will be better.

I kiss you as you leave,
But feel nothing in return.
And I sit in my silk dress
On the edge of the staircase,
I realize something saddening,
Something I've long overlooked.

Have you ever heard of spa

The Knight

With bated breath,
I lie in wait.
Waiting for the fire,
And brimstone to fall down on me,
And cover me in ash.

I lie under the cloak of night,
Brandishing my steel sword as if it were my soul.
My iron clad body,
Holding steady,
As I wait for him.

The dragon of my fears.
With gleaming white fangs,
And a hard, cold stare
That burns flesh,
Like a winter's storm.

The dragon of the earth.
With such a brilliance,
And majesticness,
That it is unmatched by all other creatures.

The dragon,
With the jaded soul,
Jagged scales and strong legs
That carry his agile frame effortlessly.
The dragon
That is thought to be perfect and lethal;
Inescapable and

Goddess

She lies on the boughs of a great old tree;
Singing low from somewhere you can't see.
The words flowing in the sweetest melody.
She is but the goddess of poetry.

She sneaks into your dreams in the darkest night,
In the form of nothing but pure light.
She takes you by the hand to show you how
To see what others can't in the world around.

She shows you life and she shows you love.
You know she must be from somewhere above.
She is both your talent and your muse;
She is all the words you want to choose.

She's the rushing river through the snow,
The warm wind in the prairie's blow.
She's the cloud that passes through the sky.
She is the truth

Vanity

Twinkling eyes
And toothpick frames
With long legs
And tiny waists

Blood red lipstick
Liquid smooth skin
And mascara covered eyes
Such thick eye lashes

The bubbly giggles
And catty gossip
Fills the perfumed air
With such false vanity

The falsest of societies
The most glamorous
With such vain smiles
And bitterly hungry lives

With no mistakes allowed
In the flawless lives of models
In their world of absurdity
And mascaraed eyelashes

Painted Horse

the acrylic colour
of a wild beast
that runs and rises
before the sun

a wild animal
that man
will never understand
never take for claim

made of pure energy
braided into flesh
freedom left standing
staring before you

a beautiful creature
made in likeness of
nature's splendour
a beauty immeasurable

the muscles ripple
leaving nothing
but death and dust
as splinters break free

with fur of copper
a heart of fire
eyes of lightning
and limbs of liquid steel

roaming the west
unworldly and precious
majestic and untamed
the painted horse runs free

Conversations

these conversations
these vultures
circling above the broken maimed
carcass of our relationship
just let it die

it is time that we finally give up
stop trying to rebuild it
we just cannot do it any more
I am spent
I cannot do this any longer

these conversations
so one sided and false
these lies I never prescribed to
these complications
that we cannot overcome
I'm tired of fighting it
just let it die
let it die

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my fears right along with it

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nothing could cause me distress
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Some day
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you'll see me too

that day
you'll look over
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That day
I'll wear a dress
or maybe a tee-shirt and jeans
You'll have a tie
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The sun would be up
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a light breeze

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you'll look over
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I am death
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I am pain
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the arrow in a heel

I am relief
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I am peace
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I am war
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you don't call
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Darkness

by =robostorm, Sep 17, 2012, 4:53:46 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Dark tunnels
Through which I see
An endless road
Of pure cold misery,

And although I've dreamt
Of a place of light,
Black fog rolls forth
And covers my eyes.

There is no escaping it,
The darkness of my soul,
The dark pit in my heart,
The loss of life's spark,

And although I've tried
To avoid this being,
With a grim smirk
I have seen
The monster in my eyes.

And oh, how sickly sullen
My mind has become
With the opaque illness
Too sickened to just let me die.

Oh god,
I want to die.

For, with death comes relief,
An eviction from this bitter world,
So filled with lies and chagrin
Just let it end.

Let me be done
With this agony,
This tormenting pain
And grief;

But the world thinks they know
The limits to what I would do,
Who I am,
Oblivious to what I have become.

They only wish to see
The façade,
The mask,
But behind the plastic grin
My smile has long since faded.

They think they know me...
But they don't know me.

And although I wish
I could have changed my ways,
I fear that I am too far lost
To return back to the light,

And with desperation
For a relief of sorts,
I cry and lie
Wishing for death.

And I can feel death now.
He is creeping into my room,
Next to the noose,
Nudging it closer...

And closer,
And closer,
Oh god!

The overwhelming lull
Of the pre-tied noose,
Beckoning me,
Calling me by name...

But suddenly
I feel my eager hands stop
From tightening the knot.

This is pathetic.
This end is worst than life itself.
The death of a coward...
I am not a coward.

How did I allow
The notion to consume my thoughts?
Like a thief in the night,
It stole away my sanity,
Leaving me blind and cold inside.

And with poisonous lies,
He pushed me to the edge
And for him I nearly jumped.
An end by a noose
Was so close at hand;
In my hands!
How did I get so close?
I know better than this.

My hands,
Still shaking in fear
Loosen the knot,
Releasing my neck.

Depression and sadness
Leave you evicted and alone,
With no way of coping.
That is of course...
Only if you let them!

Darknessby =robostorm

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Okay.... so this poem was commissioned by

. This poem is showing the emotional cocktail of sadness, loneliness, frustration and anger as the speaker falls into a deep depression and contemplates suicide.

For information regarding commissioning check out the [link] .

Hope y'all enjoy and please comment if you can.

Critique by ~DALover26 Sep 17, 2012, 6:30:05 PM

Oh my god. :'> This i so beautifully written and it brought tears to my eyes!
Absolutely amazing!

The way it flowed... wow. From the way the person just started to feel depression, then going in so deep that they want to die. Then, to the "cowardly" way to die, as you stated. And then the person figuring out it's cowardly.

I must say, I really won't be able to write anything as amazing and beautiful as this.

My favorite line is the last one.

"Only if you let them!"... it just makes you think. Depression is really just a thing in your mind.

I... I can't believe how amazing this is. Just... oh my god... I really can't believe I'm trying to explain this in words.

Amazing job, as always.

Oh, and if I didn't say it before, THANK YOU!

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~SoldiersWolf Nov 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Good stuff, seems like a lot of people go though similar situations. Hopefully most of them find their way.

=robostorm Nov 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm glad you liked it. I hope that they find their way too. Thank you so much for the totally awesome

and

, I really appreciate it. Check out some of my other pieces too, if you get a chance. Until then, keep on being totally awesome and remember to never sacrifice who you are for who others want you to be because after all...

~SoraIsMyHomeboy Nov 8, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

i like the twist at the end. at first i thought it was just an angsty depressed poem and i almost didn't read it but i'm glad it switches around at the end. nice

=robostorm Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you so much. The funny thing was that the end was hardest thing to write.

~SoraIsMyHomeboy Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

yup, but it was the part that needed to be written most

=robostorm Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

well, I'm glad it turned out. I hate to bastardize the line from The A-Team but... "I love it when a poem comes together!"

~SoraIsMyHomeboy Nov 15, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

lol haven't seen that

=robostorm Nov 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

oh, it was a show from like the 80's that got turned into a movie with Bradley Cooper. Every episode Hannibal would say " I love it when a plan comes together."... yeah... I'm that nerdy!

~SoraIsMyHomeboy Nov 15, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

it's ok, nerds are awesome XD i just don't watch much tv in general

=robostorm Nov 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

oh... yeah, I'm sorta a tv addict.

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