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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...

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

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

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.

Midnight Dance

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

Ignorance

blatant ignorance
we all choose not to see
what we are versus who we want to be

we want the reasons
those we chose to forget
how we are not as we seem, so full of regret

we want scapegoats
to take with them our blame
for the failure of our wasted lives, left broken and lame

calm frowns
all that's left after goodbyes
we wait for it to sink in that we let it die

we want the reasons
the ones we chose to ignore
the things that could have stopped us from rotting to the core

we want closure
for what we did not say
for all those times we chose to look away

we are conditioned
to not blame ourselves
to look the other way

we watch ourselves
with

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

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

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

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

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

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Food.
My one
And only thought.
The need to sink
My all too eager teeth
Into fruit, meat or other things.
Whatever I can get, anything;
With my tired body
Sickened from desire;
Thinning, failing,
Starving.

Energy.
I fear
That I don't
Have enough left anymore,
To continue to stay alive.
Wanting to nourish my emaciated body,
I feel my soul die,
Beneath the emptiness inside
Which overwhelms me,
Imbues my
Spirit.

Pain,
I'm too
Hungry to feel.
My speech slurred, confused;
I've lost sense and senses.
I can feel my organs stopping,
As I sit down, ready
Willing to let go,
On white snow.
I fall,
Dead.

Rosemary Tears

Beyond the realm
Of reality and reason
Rosemary tears
And violet snares

We're trapped alone
In a world full of broken souls
You can pretend
That you aren't like them

You can feel them
Their breath frozen against your skin
You cannot turn
Fearing what there stands

Beyond the realm
Of fantasy and mystic lore
Transparent fears
And haunting stone stares

I'm dead with you
In this cold barren concrete cell
"Kiss me" I beg
"Try to convince me"

You can't feel me
I know that you want to believe
That I am gone
There's nothing left here

Beyond the end
Letting myself slip away now
Shadowy tiers
And slow-parting pairs

Eliot, sir
Why would I dare to

The Path of Stone Beyond these mountains
Lies a path of stone
In darkness veiled
This pass of bone

You who enter
Cannot be found
For no one escapes
Shadow's surround

The path you seek
Leads straight to black
Entombed in darkness
Your spirit will crack

Be wary seeker
Of what you find
For your curiosity
Will kill your soul and mind

Do not follow this way
For beyond the path before
Lies a valley of darkness
only hell and more

If you survive the march
Into the depths of pain
Unable to return
There you will remain

Walking in a valley of Shadow
Death surrounding all within
You will fear evil
As you succumb to sin

Fear for your life
And do not pass
Fear for

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The Road Taken

by ~robostorm, Jan 24, 2013, 12:29:59 PM
Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

I've been driving down this road too long,
Trying to find my way.
I never wanted to be this far gone.
But you have nothing to say.

I've travelled all around the world,
Just trying to get home.
I've been everywhere I never wanted to go,
Where I'll never find you.

I've sent you postcards from every city,
Trying to show you that I still care,
But they were all returned to sender.
I guess that you weren't there.

I don't know what else I expected,
I'm always behind the wheel.
We knew it would be tricky,
But I guess I was hoping still.

You finally sent me a letter,
Saying you couldn't wait,
You had always deserved better,
And you needed someone who could hold you at night.

You couldn't have known then,
But I was tired of waiting too,
I had my truck in gear,
And was finally coming home.

I had decided I would drive it,
All through the night.
I wouldn't stop,
Until I held you in my arms real tight.

So I gunned it down the I-90,
From Butte to Madison.
I can't stop you from leaving,
But I might be able to convince you to stay.

I've been driving down this road too long,
Trying to find my way.
I'm finally home, standing on the lawn,
But you have nothing to say.

The Road Takenby ~robostorm

Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

The story of the trucker. Note the reference to the Frost poem. Hope y'all enjoy.

!ThatFunnierPiece Jan 31, 2013

For the form - I didn't like that you chose a free approach to rhythm. I just couldn't fit the lines comfortably, especially with this rhyming scheme.

And what you described - I don't think I find regret where I should. It isn't in the choice, is it? It's in something that happened before the poem, isn't it? At least that's what I feel; if I made this choice, I'd have no regrets. Provided that I understood the poem.

*shehrozeameen Jan 28, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

The only Frost reference I have right now is "And Miles to go before I sleep"... apart from that, its a sweet poem...

reminds me of easy rider for some reason... or some sixties b-movie... I don't know... its good.

~robostorm Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I had two! The first reference to which I was referring was in the title itself as it is reminiscent of the poem The Road Not Taken which is (to me) about regret. The second is what you found which again reinforces the first reference. I guess what I was getting at was no matter which road you choose to take you will always regret what you didn't do... a lame references I know.

*shehrozeameen Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

its actually a well used reference in your poem, my friend

And I really like your poem... however, I've read one before this which you definitely must read. Honestly...

Its in Poetry-watchers... Its called "The Crossroads" by ~DannyMechanist. Its a lovely poem - brief, and very concise in its imagery.

~robostorm Feb 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I checked it out. It was very well done.

*shehrozeameen Feb 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

good to know.

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