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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

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

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

Smile

I don't want to change
I can't be what you want
I've tried
and tried
and tried again

I'm tired of trying

Can't you just accept it?
I'm not a robot
your little silent doll
stop trying to fix me
I'm not broken

I'm just a corpse
a shell
of a girl you used to know

I'm not broken

can't you let me go?
let go of the image
that I'll never live up to
the smile
that you'll never see again

we need to give this back
I'm vacant
an idea of what you want
a flawed dream
don't fix me
don't touch me
force me into this mould again

I tried to fit
I tried to match
I tried to conform

I'm just not who you think I should be

I never was

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

Misery

misery
it's a sickness
a growing distance that time measures
a startling silence lying mute

misery
it's a murder
a large dark cloud hovering
a burned out light bulb

misery
it's a laugh
a desperate release of emotions
a distraction from silence

misery
it's sadness
that's overwhelming to the senses
that's controlling of my life

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

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

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Independence

by ~robostorm, Nov 24, 2012, 1:36:47 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

I'm tired of being pulled around,
Hung up and put down
By a string of contradictions,
The string being held
By the cold puppeteer's hands.

I'm tired of this type of existence.
Tired of being forced to live like this
With a fast jerk of the string
The puppeteer makes me act.

I cannot do this any more!
I cannot be this prop,
For anger and stress relief!
I cannot be held back or brought down any longer!

So with this blade,
I'll try to take my freedom back.
And with a slash
The strings of confusion and control will fall...

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And as I lie here...
Motionless on the floor...
Realizing too late,
That I am not to my own...
I cry and whimper lowly...
Like the broken toy I am.

Independenceby ~robostorm

Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

Sometimes breaking away isn't a good idea... especially when your a puppet (and not Pinocchio). Take from this poem what you will, and please comment. I'm curious to know what you guys took away from the story.

Critique by *prettyflour Feb 23, 2013, 11:52:28 AM

Hey there,

Prettyflour here on behalf of

with the critique you requested.

I LOVE the puppet theme throughout the piece. The refrences to puppets and strings blends nicely with the sense of bitterness and irony.

I think readers will find this very relatable. Sociopolitical art has an edge of rebellion to it, that I think most people are allured by, and this poem is no exception. The struggle is whats relatable- everyone has stuggled at some point.

For me, what makes this poem is great is the last two stanzas. The previous stanzas work well to build up a great anticipation but the last two... well, it's how the struggle ended- it's the end of the story and what an end it is! I give kudos to you for not going the 'happily ever after' route. It was a great twist to end on such a low note.

Overall, I feel this is very successful and I think you should be proud.
Thank you and have a great day!

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Critique by !TheLunarDragon Feb 15, 2013, 12:04:38 PM

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Vision: 5/5

The brilliant sense of irony brought about this poem is phenomenal, and made this for an exceptional piece. So in that regard I must wholeheartedly agree with my Colleague Michel. Well done.

Originality: 5/5

I have given you a full five stars for this category because it is not often I come across a poem that not only gives an ironic and interesting conclusion, but the subject matter itself is rarely written about, the feeling of being manipulated and controlled. Where most poems write about love or loss. Well done!

Technique: 5/5

I have once again given you a full five stars because, first of all, the uniformity and flow of this piece is next to perfection. Spot on job with that. Secondly, I rather enjoyed the separation of the last stanza from the rest... as that was kind of the ironic turning point of the story, and by separating you have placed emphasis on it! Well done.

Impact: 5/5

I have once more landed you a full five stars in this category because I think this is a topic that will resonate well with most of the readers here. Most people have felt as if their lives are being controlled by someone other than themselves at some point, and you truly drive that home with this piece. Phenomenal job. Loved it!

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*shehrozeameen Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I am here on behalf of #PoeticalCondition to provide my critique:

This poem in itself, its a concrete idea - however, I found myself thinking about suicide because of the razor and because of the bleakness of this poem (as I read it).

The meter is well handled, the idea is concretely presented, and the notion that the person is like a "broken toy" actually gives a certain opposition to the "Pinocchio" story. While the Pinocchio story had a sacrifice of the puppet boy of its own accord to become a real boy, here the real being has sacrificed itself to become discarded as merely a puppet in the end.

And thence, keeping that in mind, the notion becomes a disposition of... Independence being not a word, but rather a caged in corrosion... An interesting idea, if I do say so myself.

But preferably not entertained in the long run because of its impact on the person. This poem is definitely for mature audience, so it should have an "ideologically sensitive" tag on it. That's my view.

~robostorm Feb 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

A very interesting idea indeed. I had never thought of it as a suicide piece... I like that interpretation (well... not like it... you get the idea). I was more thinking about the independence movements of south american colonies (and Haiti). They rise up against their parent countries (ie. Spain, Portugal, France, etc.) and take their freedom but then they are dysfunctional. They cut the ties rather abruptly and entirely but were unprepared for the price they would pay. So I wrote this more of an interpretation of a political shift and was to serve as a cautionary tale about human independence.

I was hoping that this would spark different interpretations of course so I'm glad that you thought of it in such a way.

Thanks for reading it!

*shehrozeameen Feb 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

*nodding* Your welcome.

~braverave Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

that is an amazing poem showing the after of the difiance. so few people realize maybe people give up because they have already tried.

~robostorm Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

exactly!

~braverave Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

lol haha, in my experiance, which can always be wrong, i have found that unless you have already tried to break free over and over bearing the consequences of your actions over and over then you cant understand. they just say "dont give up" "god is with you" "just keep trying" "never give up faith" "you can do it" "i have faith in you" "i've been where you are now trust me it gets better just keep going" and all those other useless phrases that ultimatly mean nothing. anyways sorry, went full on rant for a moment.

~Roos-Skywalker Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Since I take things very literally, I experienced it as a puppet breaking free but forgetting it can not walk.
I am sorry, I am not dumb or simple-minded. (not at all) Because of my diagnose I tend to see things different then others.

~robostorm Jan 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

no, it is perfectly fine. You are right of course, that is the surface meaning but try to relay that interpretation to people.

Puppet = person
puppeteer = heads of society or something along those ines
strings = social standards
etc...

sometimes try to take the obvious message and relay it to the world, see if you don't find a deeper meaning.

~MountainMew Dec 3, 2012 Student Writer

This is a very passionate piece, with a somewhat melancholic view of breaking free. The flow of the work can be a bit unnatural, but the emotion still manages to get across well. I feel like this type of story could benefit from having more showing, as opposed to straight forward telling, and adjectives to display that pain of feeling controlled and the push to break free. Alternatively, you could try more figurative language.
Overall, lovely piece only held back by a lack of showing.

~robostorm Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I totally agree with the showing vs. talking thing. I'm glad that you liked it overall though. Thanks for the comment!

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