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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

Broken Language

I wish I could describe what I feel,
What I want to tell you,
But this broken language has become too hard,
And with time we will fall apart.

But for now, while I'm on exchange,
We'll ignore it;
The difficulty that, from this, arises,
As a result of our inability,

To speak this broken language.

So listen to the beating of my heart,
As you hold me in your arms.
The rhythmic sound of blood,
Coursing through my veins,
As every fibre of my being,
Screams for you to never let me go.

I don't know how much of this you can understand,

I try to describe it,
With understated, underwhelming words,
But it is impossible,
With only an abridged diction

Missing You

I miss you.
And I refuse to believe,
That it is true.

It wasn't your turn!
They couldn't have even tried,
To save you, I miss you...

They don't understand!
As they speak professionally,
I wish they had understood...

I love you.
Loved you.
And I miss you.

So what do they want?
That I accept this...
This news?

Well, I cannot!
I cannot take this agony,
Any longer...

"I'm so sorry...
"I don't know how to tell you this...
"Your husband..."

...

A complication...
An item of complexity,
That should be of slight effect.

But this was wrong!
It had to have been wrong,
I cannot understand how...

You were right there,
This morning,
Before they t

The Dream

Have you ever had a dream
from which you never wanted to wake?
And although you can feel
the stray strands of sunlight
infiltrating your shut eyelids,
trying to compel you to give into the knowledge
that the night is gone,
you hold onto the semblance of darkness;
trying to grasp onto the fading dream
and vowing to never let it go...
but you let it go?

That happened to me.

I had never been much of a dreamer
mostly because they never came my way
so why bother hoping right?..
Now don't think of me as a pestimist
because I am simply a realist,
a determinist,
I figured my probability of dreaming,
and the probability isn't at all high.

I suppose

The Faeries

Where have all the knights gone,
In their gleaming armour
And on their white steeds?
I look around
And all I seem to see
Are fast-talkers
And cheats that smell of tired whiskey.

They stumble into your arms,
Take you for what you are worth,
And then leave without even saying 'thanks'.

Where have all the gentlemen gone,
In their practical cars?
Always holding open doors and lending their jackets.
I look around
And all I seem to see
Are self-centred hypocrites
And wired workaholics.

They never have time to listen,
Take you at face value.
And only want the ones who are fast to follow through.

Tell me, where are the faeries?
The ones who stole

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

Independence

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...

*******************************************************************

And as I lie here...
Motionless on the floor...
Real

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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by ~robostorm, Dec 28, 2012, 2:23:21 PM
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Silence overtakes the land
In the wake of the end
When not one sound is heard
You know it was a success

Soon the wailing begins
From somewhere far away
As the smoke begins to fade
Nothing there remains

It was too loud to be heard
Too bright to be seen
Too fast to be found
Destruction is the only evidence

The explosion was instant
The devestation immence
The bomb was catastrophic
If one bomb worked that well

Then the second will undoubtedly be unconscionable
_{but will be fired anyway
_{as is the American way}}

And as the silence overtakes the land
In the wake of the second end
When not one sound is heard
You know it was a success

This great tragedy
Will always be taught
As such a great success

A sucessful massacre
Of thousands of people
And so begins this new age
Of fear, pain, wars and weapons

And so begins the atomic era

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We always get taught about how the victory over Japan in the end of World War Two was won because of the two atomic bombs that caused the people to force a surrender from the government but one question I have always asked myself is 'why bomb Nagasaki after so much damage was already done in Hiroshima?'; I mean wasn't there enough bloodshed already?

By the way, technically speaking the atomic era began after the detonation of Trinity in New Mexico but the test detonation is not the main thing associated with the Atomic Era, instead it is defined by the bombing in Japan and the Chernobyl incident.

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!ThatFunnierPiece Jan 11, 2013

I like the repetition, similarity in there being two bombs, and how the description of one flows into that of the other. This part is brilliant.
Whether the bombing is taught as a success - it depends where. On my history lessons in Poland, we didn't consider them as a decisive factor in Japan's surrender, but as a demonstration for the USSR. But it's still just as poor a justification.

~robostorm Jan 11, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

We learned it as being both but more so the deciding factor. I'm so glad you liked it, I was afraid that the repetition wouldn't quite work or that it would lose impact (no pun intended) the second time around, so thanks, I'm glad!

~Roos-Skywalker Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I hope the next breakthrough in technology will be used for healing purposes.

~robostorm Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

possibly but you know that it will be changed into some sort of bio weapon. People find/make technology with the greater good in mind just to have to flipped into a weapon. It's the human way.

~Roos-Skywalker Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

The dark side of the human.
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*shehrozeameen Dec 31, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

... it is a reality I've forsaken... a sad reality that's crumbling the foundations of the country I reside in...

Here, we outright ask "what's the point of these bombs if we're not going to use them?!" and wind up actually treating the subject matter of what you say in your poem as something of an afterthought.

As a poem, it was thoughtful... its worth thinking about...

~robostorm Jan 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I totally understand. Here in Canada (as far as I know) we do not have nuclear warheads, and we try to persuade other countries to dispose of their weapons as well. I'm glad you found it thought-provoking, that was my goal.

Thanks for the totally awesome

*shehrozeameen Jan 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

the comment has more value in my opinion.

speaking of opinion, do read my latest journal entry, you won't be disappointed.

~robostorm Jan 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

More value, how so?

Also, yes, I saw the latest journal entry and I must say that I loved the Casa Blanca Reference! It was such a cool idea to go through and recognize all of those people (including myself... by the way I'm a chick

, not a dude...I'm not that sure why everyone on here assumes the latter

)

Wow you really watch a tonne of people! Rad entry!

*shehrozeameen Jan 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

A fav basically means "okay, I'll put this in my collection, and look into it later" - its like a bookmark, or a reference.
A comment is basically "If I don't write down what's in my mind, I won't remember what this work was about in the first place". its the equivalent of a thought paper.

... Your a chick? then why use a name as manly as =robostorm? (and I'm being frank here - I look at that username, then I read your works, and then I just go... "Holy jack-in-the-beanstalk this has to be one helluva dude"... for starters you write like a dude, your ideas are like one, and you talk like a dude.)

I watch people who watch me... and a few who've earned my 'artistic eye' if you will. As for the rest... if it wasn't for them... I don't know where I'd have been... honestly I don't know.

If you watch classic movies, then honestly, I won't hesitate in saying this - you're awesome, dude.

Why aren't there sweethearts like you here in Pakistan... why... I mean... *sigh* you get what I mean, right?

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