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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

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

New Age

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

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

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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I can't escape this silence
As the light fades
And my eyes close

This heated lake
Captured me in its grasp
I felt the ice inside my soul break

I waited too long to cross the lake's surface
But now incarcerate in this liquid coffin
I stay in this cool but never frozen state

With an eternity under the icy ripples
The waters formed around me
Swallowed me

Carving out my heart
Washing away my happiness
As it sucked its way into my soul

I can't escape this feeling
Of sudden loss of air
I can't let it leave me here

But with half a breath left
And the time ticking down
I hold on to it for as long as I can

Trying to hold it foreve

Popcorn

Villainous ends
When obsession becomes more
When effects become more
When death takes a toll

Sick is the mind
When a life can be taken
By sinking thoughts
From a horrific film

A life unsuspecting
Suddenly gone with no chance
The raining of shells
The raining of shells

And as you cower
Momentarily aware
Falling behind the seats
It is too late for you
You lost it all

What was the point
Of this exercise of pain
Was it to instil fear
Into the hearts of toddlers
Of parents
Of teenagers and elders
When did this world turn
The place became desolate
The earth became cold
Some so frozen without feeling

Yet we all feel
We fe

Friendship

Friendship

Casted off,
Ripped apart.
My heart left in the dust,
Of the wasted memories,
Of what we could have been.
My imagination,
Betrayed by that phrase,
"You're such a great friend!"

Are you oblivious,
To how my love for you runs?
The nature of our friendship?
I love you!
So very very much!
But you just don't know.

I love you!
We're each other's shelter.
We need each other!
We feed off each other!
Why can't you see it?

Just think for a moment,
Of all the times you got stood up...
You came to me.
You ranted to me.
You laughed with me!

All the times I was alone,
You came to help me.
You hugged me when I cried,
So

Migraine

Migraine

A blaring horn,
Like startling sun,

Screaming into,
Bloodied ears.

Nothing feels right,
Nothing makes sense.

All is compiled,
And then destroyed,

As the ticking of the clock,
Becomes a snare too loud.

The screwdriver turning,
Grinding into the soft tissue,

Already butchered by a crowd,
That whispers alone.

But the butterfly's screams,
And the nails against the board,

Keep you kneeling;
Keep you trapped.

Your mind's eye,
Left shaking on the ground,

As you succumb,
To the migraine headache.

Second Fiddle

Your lacklustre eyes
Lose their focus
As you listen solemnly
The organ's C-natural melody
The end of past things and desires

Your small bouquet
Of red roses
Are held delicately
Between your hands
Your fingertips
Lightly graze the thin petals

You stand there
Staring at the groom
Trying to smile
When all you can do is cry

A silvery tear
Follows the curved plane
Of your stone face
As you try to internalize
All of your emotions

You watch the groom
With a forced smile
As he stares forward
Genuinely happy

You try to come to terms
With the role that you will always play
That void that will never be filled
How you are alway

Ghost

Ghost

'What's wrong with me?' I think silently. The idea swirls around my head, seeping into my spirit, my heart sinks. I look at her; she stares unseeingly in my direction, as if she were staring at the wall behind me. I attempt to study her face, unsure as to what she is thinking about. She is unreadable to my dismay. Suddenly, something catches her attention. She walks over and looks at the picture resting on the mantle, her eyes focus. I glide over to her and gaze into the glass as well.

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The Faeries

by =robostorm, Jan 15, 2013, 12:07:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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 the children
And led them to a better world?
I look around,
But I cannot see them!
I wish they'd rescue me.
I wish they'd steal me away.

I want them to take me to their realm,
Filled with love and joys.
I with they'd steal me away...

And lead me back to you

The Faeriesby =robostorm

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

So, I'm a fan of WB Yeats and he wrote a poem called the stolen child (arguably one of his most famous poems). I wrote this poem initially inspired by his poem but, in the end I directly reference it and so this poem is pretty much a nod-of-the-hat to Yeats and his genius. Check out his poem here: [link]

Hope y'all enjoy

P.s. if you are like 'grrr, I'm tired of whatever phase you are going through, go back to your normal poetry', never fear, I will no doubt post a decent poem tonight or tomorrow (I'm not sure yet) so check back in tomorrow.

~selena-lenoir Jan 16, 2013

*flail* YES. SO MUCH LOVE.

=robostorm Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thank you! I'm glad that you like it!!

~Roos-Skywalker Jan 16, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I always like your poetry, it is not the question IF I like it but how much!

=robostorm Jan 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

That's so kind! SO on a scale of 1-10 with 1 being meh and 10 being totally addicted! Where would this rank (to one decimal point if you would like

)? Just curious!

~Roos-Skywalker Jan 16, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

8,7 because I share the same norms and values.

=robostorm Jan 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thanks! So (last question, I promise) what would you say is your fave poem of mine thus far?

~Roos-Skywalker Jan 23, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Your newest one.

=robostorm Jan 23, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

well thank you!

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