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

Deserved

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

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

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

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.

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

Darkness

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 torment

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

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

Teddy Bear

I remember you;
Though my memory
Is fast failing.

The tight little ringlets,
With bobbles
Of blue crystal,

Your little giant frame,
Cradling me,
Holding me.

I remember you;
Kissing my cheek
And tucking me in.

Where did you go?
That sweet little girl?
Why did you leave me here?

In the corner
Of your distant memory,
Behind the studies and friends.

I thought I was your friend.
I thought we were tight,
That I was cool enough.

But I suppose in my age
And disrepair,
That I was wrong.

My ageing limbs left thinning,
Beneath the worn-off patches
Of faded black fur.

But I will wait here,
Desperately,
Anxiously for you.

Sta

The Thin Line

Walking the thin line,
'tween plain and sublime.
That's where you see me fall.
So tall until I fall.

Struggling to hold on.
Struggling for so long.
Tiptoeing across the line.
Just waiting for my sign.

In the sunless day,
watch me fade away.
I'm always in between.
I'm there but never seen.

Walking on tight rope,
'tween dispair and hope.
The centre of the two,
Wishing I'd follow you.

Wanting to move on.
Wanting for too long.
To move towards a side.
To reach it 'fore I die.

In the moonless night,
I feel fine, alright.
No light to see what's lost.
No ache to feel exhaust.

From my perch up high,
See my spirit fly,
Between

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

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

Teratophobia

I am scared.
Scared of the monsters
Lurking in my past.

The monsters
With wicked eyes.
Who watch me,
Waiting for a chance,
An opportunity,
To knock me off balance.

I am scared
Of the monsterous things I have done
And who I have become;
As a result of the hatred,
And resentment,
And those terrible things
That are too unspeakable
To be said.

I fear
That the monsters,
Whose red gleaming eyes;
Red like the colour of blood,
Red like the roses collecting dust in the corner;
The monsters with such hideous eyes
Will make their presence known.

I am scared
That all that I am
Will shatter in an instant,
Will disappear,
Like s

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I've been driving down this road too long,
Trying to find my way.
I never wanted to be this far gone.
But you have nothing to say.

I've travelled all around the world,
Just trying to get home.
I've been everywhere I never wanted to go,
Where I'll never find you.

I've sent you postcards from every city,
Trying to show you that I still care,
But they were all returned to sender.
I guess that you weren't there.

I don't know what else I expected,
I'm always behind the wheel.
We knew it would be tricky,
But I guess I was hoping still.

You finally sent me a letter,
Saying you couldn't wait,
You had always deserved better,
And you needed someone

Midnight Dance

I sit up in my bed,
Suddenly awake after twelve hours of sleep.
I rise out of the depth of my slumber
And begin my walk.

To the beat of my breathing,
I move my feet.
I can see others, in the distance,
Who have risen up in the night
To meet the rolling fog with their bared souls;
as they walk, shoeless on the paths of cobblestone.

I walk through the streets,
Breathing in the cool air.
Allowing it to carry me.
Allowing it into my soul.

The cool stones beneath my feet,
Still filthy from the day's trespasses,
Are smooth and calming as I march.
Like an insomniac, I move,
Walking in perfect rhythm with the earth and moon,
With the other men and

Reasoning

I feel that the love
That I had come to rely,
Has been sucked from your lips
As you leave me high and dry.

I'm in a state if confusion
As I try to understand
Your motive of selfless blame
You don't know who I am?

I'm at a loss of words
As you try to convince me of my wrong.
You really can't be serious!
Is it my fault we went so long?

Your heartache and your sadness,
The products of your own betrayal,
You want me to reassure you,
But not look beneath your veil?

You only tell me what I know
And never anything more.
And you still expect me to trust you,
After you broke the vows you swore?

Try to tell me that you love me
And seal it with you

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by ~robostorm, Sep 1, 2012, 11:15:25 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

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 to love you
this tiny shattered thing

although I tried to fix you
your little broken smile
is left unresolved

my little fallen angel
with a heart of cold stone
I can't love you like this

And although I tried
I can't fix you
my little broken doll

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Hello again. This was just a fast little poem, sorta sad but not near as sad as most of my pieces. I suppose you could almost call this a sister poem to Smile [link] . Hope y'all enjoy and tell me what you think!

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Critique by *shehrozeameen Nov 8, 2012, 11:19:23 AM

Its a good poem - it gets its point through without being too condescending. Its soft, sweet, and the ending is so much reality put together, its beyond words and beyond description.

I would definitely include the ending portions as the best parts of the poem - they have the credence to become an entity of their own. They define the "fixing you" title brilliantly - although the sweetheart had suffered and was put together, there is no way she'll ever be the same.

Which is understandable, because of what she must have gone through.

Its showing in this poem. Well done! Bravo!

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~PrideofPanem Sep 7, 2012 Student General Artist

This is a very nice poem, but I have one criticism-You've spelled porcelain wrong.

~robostorm Sep 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

lol, thank you so much, I cannot believe I did that!!! Fixing that now...

~PrideofPanem Sep 7, 2012 Student General Artist

You're welcome.

~kewlkeyboards Sep 4, 2012

Beautiful!!!!! absolutely beautiful! and believe it or not, i can relate

~robostorm Sep 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I wasn't expecting this to be overly relatalble... that that was unexpected.... AND TOTALLY AWESOME!!! Thx for the

~kewlkeyboards Sep 6, 2012

well, a lot of the people close to me have been broken, so the fact that I can't always give them a band-aid and make it better is frustrating. But you're welcome

~robostorm Sep 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Awww, I'm so sorry for that, I totally get what you mean though.

~kewlkeyboards Sep 12, 2012

thanks

but yeah

~selena-lenoir Sep 1, 2012

I love it. So much love.

~robostorm Sep 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'd be happy if you liked it but I'm totally psyched that you LOVE it!!!! Thx so much for the

, keep on being totally awesome

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