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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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Path

by =robostorm, Dec 18, 2011, 3:22:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

the path

freedom looms
at the end of the path
a path covered by snow
thorns and bones

a little farther
a little closer to the end
light shines there
nearer and nearer still

bound by chains
pulling me back
twice as hard
twice as rewarding

exhaustion is ignored
thirst can't even be felt
so close, so close
closer to it

the light shines brightly
can barely look into it
barely see it, it's so clear
vibrant and radiant

warmth chases away the cold
inside my bones
light brightens the darkness
inside my mind

total completeness
total peace of soul
total balance
total perfection

free from chains of society
free from its insecurities
free to be who I am
free to be me.

The Pathby =robostorm

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

So this is my... really my first sort of happy-ish poem. It's more positive however I thought I would sort of ease into the more positive poems so I kept some dark undertones in this piece. It's pretty much up to interpretation but the light at the end was not originally intended to be heaven or the 'final destination' or anything else like that. I intended it to be more of a realisation that you don't need to be part of the STATUS QUO and you don't need to want "to be like the rest and deny the best that your meant for," and that you can be anything you want to be, no matter what others think.
Anyway, hope y'all enjoy

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=Satakuray Jul 2, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I love the ending well done on the poem!

=robostorm Jul 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thx so much! A funny thing about the ending is that someone replied that they disliked the ending, so I went and polled all my watchers at the time to get their opinions and then after tallying results, I kept it the way it was originally meant to be. So, it really is great that you liked the ending!

=Satakuray Jul 2, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

well I'm glad I could help you save your original piece
don't let anyone tell you either you can't do something , or they don't like it, that's one out of 7 billion people/ never change because it doesn't suit someones opinion
your great at what you do don't change anything!

=robostorm Jul 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

aww, thx so much!

=Satakuray Jul 2, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

no I thank you!

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=robostorm Jan 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

and yes I did quote the song Status Quo from the musical Starship in my info box (if you don't know the show check it out on youtube [link] )

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~Natalia852 Dec 20, 2011

i perfer the original i think when you take off the last 2 stanzas it seems almost incomplete like someone stopped midsentence i faved the original but i would not fave the edited version

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