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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

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

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

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 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

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...

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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

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

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

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

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

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

Melody

Let the sound flow
The waves enveloping you
In an euphonious symphony
Of perfection

Allow it to overwhelm you
Fire up every nerve ending
And send you into a euphoric coma
Of musical delights

Let the music play
The waves filling the air
Finely coating every molecule
With the muted power of song

Allow it to flood the world
Forge new paths
And join together
The most distant of parts

Let the melody infiltrate your mind
Engulf you in a tsunami of emotions
Allow it to infect you
With a contagious lust for more

For if music truly is the food of love
Then do play on
And never stop
No matter what

For if the music dies
Happiness will p

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

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one
one is a number
the beginning
one is the frightful number
the number of grief
the number of pain
the number of loneliness
the number of failure
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one
is a vulture
flying in circles
waiting for
one
to collapse under the pressure

one
is the smile
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a person who has hanging in their closet
one
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the exam

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music notes
floating through the air
like aero bubbles
on her tongue

music notes
drift through the streets
drowning out the sirens
the world is at peace

music notes
disperce between the people
silently enveloping them
hidden in view

music notes
so beautiful
so content
so lovely
where are they coming from?

music notes
perfectly spaced
planned as they go
unaware the pattern forms

where are they coming from?
the most beautiful thing I've heard
the cymbal hits are off
the only flaw
closest to perfection it could be

the music notes
petering out
the strength leaving them
no! I must find them

the music notes
floating

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laughter and smiles
still life thoughts
sitting on the mantle

rolls of films
filled with reason
filled with life

broken chains
pictures falling slowly
undeveloping themselves

craving restoration
colours dripping
pooling on the floor

losing focus
foggy lenses
squinting through mud

faces change in pictures
unrecognizable
colour continues to bleed

soon pictures are bleached
edges curl
edges blur

less and less is seen
as the focus fades
the film disintegrates

soon little remains
of the photos
once filled with life

confusion of what was
what is and what remains
nothing is the same

soon fog grows thick
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Away

Blackness will surround us
The darkness will be our protection

Let light never find us
let light never touch us again

Black are our hearts
cold are our souls

Dead are we to our enemies
Alive are we in their dreams

Dreams turn into nightmares
as our nights become dreams

Just enough to block the light
for the light will darken our moods

Life, death and solitude
will collide together

but none of this will be known
since we are apart

away for all eternity
till death do us part

... I do

Lost

Snow covers
the beggar's clothes
the beggar's face
the beggar's bones

cabs drive by
stuck in city traffic
touch stop and go
stop and go

No one notices
left in the corner
left in the shadow
left under the snow

Too long in the cold
frozen on the concrete
frozen against the dumpster
she lies still

on her side
eyes still open
she lies still
still undiscovered

she passed slow
one low whimper
heard by no one
signaled her end

her chattering teeth
ceased
her chest no longer lifted
her time had come

it was well deserved
so long without belongings
without food
without hope

she deserved a better life
she thought about he

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painted smiles
sticky fingers
screaming in fright
cheering in crowds

cotton candied mouths
stale popcorn breath
stuck to the benches
at the edge of their seats

dancers and bears
glitter and stares
we watch in amazement
as they show off

red rosie cheeks
picture perfect hair
the high life
or those high on life

the final call
and then we leave
too early to see
the sadness in their eyes

the painted smiles
still hide the frowns
a life of performing
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by =robostorm, Oct 29, 2012, 11:54:36 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

What do I have to do
To prove myself to you;
That I am twice as good
As the moron you make me out to be?

You know as well as I do,
That I deserved at least that much!
Not that you'd ever give me the time,
Not that I'd ever get the mention.

So my talent continues to be ignored,
By the eyes of the only one whose opinion matters.
And with every wasted breath,
My future becomes dimmer.

My chance to get out
Becomes entirely lost,
As I try, sigh
And eventually cry,
large heavy drops,
the product of my fears.

I mean, what do I need to do,
To prove myself to you?
I do what you want exactly.
Accurate within a degree of perfection;
But it isn't good enough.

What is good enough then?
Why can I not be better?
What is it that you want from me?
Because obviously I am at a loss!
Obviously I am wrong!

How is it that I put my heart and soul
Into everything!
My emotions
Into everything!
My dedication, my passion...
And still I get nothing in return.

How is it that I get passed by
For every break,
For every opportunity,
Every advancement that I deserve?

How can you lead me to believe
That for once you see me?
Is it so that you can get more satisfaction
From showing me what you truly think,
After I believe your lies so blindly?

How can you possibly say
That you do not assign me a rating before even hearing me,
When what I say warrants more
Than what you would ever give me!
The little bit you never give me.

Just give me a chance,
And I swear I'll never let you down!
Just one small little chance,
For me to show you I have what it takes,
And can surpass your standards!

After everything I have done,
I think that I deserve that much;
To be granted an audience
To show you that I am good enough!
For me to prove myself to you.

Not that this even matters,
These petty little thoughts,
Because you'll never give me that chance,
To even try to prove you wrong.

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Well, I guess that this is sort of a rant. I worked really really hard and it just pisses me off I guess. I don't know. I guess I just don't know. It sounds really petty and I really shouldn't be complaining but I got an 'ok' mark. It isn't a bad mark by any means but at the same time my teacher had led me to believe that I had done better than what the mark shows. She had nothing negative to say about me or anything... but I should have done better. Somehow I got the same mark as another girl who said 'ummm... ummm' for half of her presentation and in the end had absolutely no organization or point to her presentation. I don't even know how we got the same mark!!!

Anyway, I guess that this is a venting poem. Maybe you guys have been here before, maybe not, but this is really everything that I am feeling right now rolled into one poem;
Anger, frustration, sadness and a little bit of resentment.

I don't know...

I'm going to try to look at this in a good way, this is the first thing I've written in a while so,

yay

writer's block has been overcome woo!!!

Hope y'all enjoy.

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~izfish Nov 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I nearly always feel that way.
I try really hard in school, in choir, in piano lessons, in art, in everything, and it's never good enough.

=robostorm Nov 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It's very disheartening isn't it. I totally understand. I mean, I'm not artistic or athletic so academics is all I really have and I know that I am just as good if not better than the people in that class but I just feel like I don't get noticed... probably because I am not a loud person, I am very quiet and therefore I'm usually overlooked... oh well, I suppose nothing can really be done about it... I'm sort of used to being a wallflower.

~izfish Nov 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yeah... I guess all that can be done is to keep trying...

=robostorm Nov 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

That's all that can be really done I guess.

~Roos-Skywalker Oct 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

That feeling is what I feel deep inside of me. For many years.
Build a website, get <5 visitors in a month. 5000 hits on Google, no one ever heard about my drawings.

*sigh* so unfair.

=robostorm Oct 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

awww

I', sure it'll pick up!

Thanks for the

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