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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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.
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Rising

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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 the dawn of my
first breath
that this is it
so welcome to the end

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Well, this is my poem, really about me picking myself up, dusting myself off and taking back my life and fighting back. Really about me refusing to back down, refusing to be walked on and refusing to be ignored. Enjoy and comment.
©2012-2013 =robostorm
Category: Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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:iconaxalendra:
~axalendra Jan 24, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
very powerful
are you dong well?
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=robostorm Jan 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
thank you. I'm glad that you think so! You should check out my newer pieces too!


I am doing quite well, studying for my exam tomorrow, yourself?
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:iconaxalendra:
~axalendra Jan 24, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm fine ans will do
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=robostorm Jan 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
that's good! (the first I mean)
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*Albinowolftwin Sep 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Amazing, love.
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=robostorm Sep 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
thank you so much for the :+fav:
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*Albinowolftwin Sep 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome, love.
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~DeeryDeerth Sep 14, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
This is really awesome! As great as any of your works! Keep up the great work! :D
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=robostorm Sep 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
thank you so much! I shall!
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~DeeryDeerth Sep 20, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Great. :D
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