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What do you see?When you look into my eyes
What do you see?

When you speak my name
When you pull me close
Are you really that broken?
So you no longer feel the love I give
The affection I show
Or the hope my eyes try to be

Come over here now
Stop hiding
Tell me your truth
Show me those tears
And I'll tell you my truth
Show you my fears
I'll tell you about a girl
A girl who found hope in the most hopeless boy
Let me wipe the dripping sorrow of your cheeks
as I figure out what you need right now
Let me be the first person ever to be there for you
I'll tell you this story,
I'm sure you will appreciate it
the girl is cute and boy so strong

RunawayShe's dancing across hemispheres with
red hair writhing in a cosmic halo,
wearing a dress as blue as the
universe.

Tip-toeing past terrible, sleeping dragons
as old as time itself, she smiles
and leaves her old world
behind.

A symphony of stars sings her way forward
into the undefinable unknown, whilst
she drinks moon-juice and
dreams.

But,

one day soon, the galaxy will swallow
her up, and she will have never
even existed at
all.

(Don't blink, or you'll lose her.)

TwistedEverything is so messed up
I’m so confused
I should be crying,
But instead I’m laughing
Laughing…
At death.
Laughing…
At my last breath.

When the world is backwards
I’m so confused
The sky is ground
The north is south
And I find myself swinging
From the cobblestones
And with dirty hands, walking
Gripping with knuckle bones

Why is it, turned all around
I’m so confused
Yes means no
Wrong is right
And I’m enthralled with hurting people
Destroying their souls
And living, but actually dead
And somehow hurt consoles

At this rate I’ll be
Falling down to heaven
Or flying up to hell

To real

To Be LonelyIt's a hollowed grave
Six feet under your six feet under and you
Just
Keep
Falling

Clammy hands under screaming light
You blink out sun-dust and stifle a groan
Because you feel so tired and too self aware

Tear up a page in your childhood diary
Your words are swallowed whole so they can be
Just
Like
You

Invisible doesn't feel quite like the right word
There is such a difference between feeling invisible
And knowing you are ignored

Arch your back and cry to the sky
Your bones are breaking beneath the
Weight
Of
Solitude

Heaviness beats in time with your breath
Shackles and chains weigh down your weary lungs
Your ankles

I Wrote a Suicide NoteI wrote a suicide note on Hallows Eve
Pretty floral paper with
Curly-q letters in bloody black ink
Soaked through to the other side of the paper

I wrote a suicide note at the stroke of midnight
In the ominous gleam of lantern light
Cat on the window sill in front of me
Staring at me as I ignored the screaming

I wrote a suicide note in my pink night gown
But pretty in pink doesn't mean pretty inside
My true thoughts had bled onto the page
My true intentions were to be known by the following morning

I wrote a suicide note in full preparation
The pills resting at my bedside
A glass of clear water to swallow
Soft music playing stea

SeashineSacred skin
where heavens and ocean
collide,

an imprint on salted lungs
an echo

of aching, of
a moonlit yearning upon the
rolling tide.

Your Forever Is All That I NeedPlease,
Please stay forever with me.
Please reach out and take this hand that I offer you,
And let me pull you close.

I lay in my bed at night,
I toss one way,
I toss another,
Then my mind wanders to the dreams I make up in my fantasies.

They say forever is all you can ask for,
And your forever is all i need,
Please,
Please stay forever with me.

As long as you are near me,
I know it'll all be okay,
S'long as I can hold you,
I'll let the world spin another day.

You've been away a long time,
How the hell did you ever pick me?
No words can describe how you make me feel,
I fell in love and dammit I just can't climb back out.

M

In Spirit"In Spirit"

I faded away into a dream

Of you and I and our favorite place

And I waited there until it seemed

There were no more stars to trace

I patiently stayed where you always told me

Was your favorite place to play as kids

Where we let our fears float down stream

Where I could always find you if you hid

Beneath the tree of solace by the brooks

I would wait and you'd always show

No matter how long it ever took

Even if it became twenty below

The one place we could count on

If one of our lives went awry

Where we would talk until dawn

Where we would laugh and cry

And everyday we would meet here

Under branches that sway

As k

Expectantwe're waiting

emaciated souls fall among the
promises of a better day,
memories drape like skeletons,
and we sleep, hands together,
to try and be pious prior to death.

we forgot how long it takes to take
a life, as we write novels about heroes
and purity that we're too afraid to call
myths. the art of distraction is a
nasty one, at that.

the clouds are rending, it's always
hurricane season when the trees cry and
the oceans mourn. the heavens are
caving on top of us as the children
dance in the rain. purged clean,
washed out, they were expecting to be

free- but there are still spiders in their
throats, crawling through th

Broken GlassesThe tale began with my trudge down the road.
Hidden faces piercing me; were I some sort of a show?
But I was broken, broken within my heart.
And so I realized too late,
but even before I could have realized, my glasses broke.

If I were to wear them,
would appear the people,
who imitated my friends.
But sculptures too erode; they're nothing anymore,
through my broken glasses.

I once sensed the feel,
were I lost in lost spaces;
for them I wasn't even real.
Nothing more I'll be, they still jeer at me,
while I wear broken glasses.

She did love me once,
such long time ago,
when times were not tense.
But breaking a pledge

I Can't Hear You AnymoreThe clouds are heavy tonight,
And I am suffocating,
Choking on my own words
As they fly from my mouth.

You never cared about yourself,
And after your death that
Became hard to think about.
(But I do anyway.)

I suddenly find myself missing
The years we had spent together
And how spider webs would form in
The corners of your eyes when you smiled.

But the thing is that I can’t hear you anymore.
I can’t remember the sound
Of your voice or the feeling of
Your hands as they touched my lips.

You once told me that home
Is where you lie,
But I hate it here, and
I hate living with these ghosts.

Dream.Is it just me,

Or is it just you?

I don't know if it's true

So please give me a clue.

I don't know what to think

So please give me a hint,

Cause the way that you've been

Is too good to be real.

I Am....I am the loud but hidden girl.
I wonder about the sheltered thoughts of others.
I hear the butterfly's wings flapping in crushes stomachs.
I see lies flicker behind smiling eyes.
I want to comfort the people in pain.
I am the loud but hidden girl.

I pretend to be the one altering lives.
I feel the pain others sense.
I touch the inner tears we hide.
I worry that individuals are in agony.
I cry for those who hide in a crowd.
I am the loud but hidden girl.

I understand not everyone can be blissful.
I say it is something the whole world should fight for.
I dream of a life full of smiles.
I admire those who strive to help these peop

Don't Give Up- PleaseEvery day, every minute, every second, every where you look, there will be someone there to push you down. Someone looking to make your life a living hell and screw up what could have been the best day of your life. In middle school and high school every thing that happens to you is such a big deal. She called you ugly, he called you stupid, they laughed at you when you tripped down the stairs. No one had the balls enough to be a decent person and help you. Your world seems to be crashing down around you, and all you can do is sit there and watch it come down, brick by bloody brick. You think you have no one to turn to.

But that is not true.

*Ideas we set in ink
Do not mirror reality.
No matter how hard we think,
Our words are not actuality.
In writing, all that one can do
Is wish upon an asterisk
And hope that wish comes true.

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Picture of YouI see you in my camera/
You’re crisp inside the lens/
I’ve got to click the button/
But in secret and pretend/

Pose for me, please?/
Show me some compassion here/
For you only know the photographer/
Behind the camera’s eye/

Please destroy my scope/
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Pictures of you, burned into my memory/
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No Longer Just For Wishing

by ~xLuckyxFridayx13x, Nov 20, 2012, 6:32:24 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I lost myself up in the stars
A glance was all it took
The shimmering of distant realms
Stole me with just one look

The “unreachable” goals, abandoned wishes
And dreams that I once lost
Were all I needed to motivate
My nebulous inner thoughts

Unreadable, unthinkable
I jotted down with a pen
Of purple ink, now who would think?
The stars could be so grand

Give up the petty wishes
Chanted up into the night
A pair of legs, or a perhaps a page
Is what you need to fight

The stars did steal me up above
I broke the heavy gaze
For gazing is just doing nothing
Compared to devising a phrase

No Longer Just For Wishingby ~xLuckyxFridayx13x

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

You can't just sit around on your bum waiting for your life to happen... You must get up and MAKE it happen.

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~CarloGrims Nov 27, 2012 Student Writer

This is freaking beautiful. I wanna read this a few times before getting up and making things happen.

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~xLuckyxFridayx13x Nov 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so much!

I'm glad that you find it inspirational.

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~stealthyninja21 Nov 20, 2012 Student General Artist

I can really really relate to this, went to that phase too, where you must decide to get off your butt and do something. Nicely done

"Unreadable, unthinkable
I jotted down with a pen
Of purple ink, now who would think?
The stars could be so grand"
i jot down stuff with BLUE ink

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~xLuckyxFridayx13x Nov 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you! yea i usually use black ink but i hav a purple pen and i love to use it every once in a while

plus i thought that "purple" flowed better than "black" or "blue".

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~FairyRora Nov 20, 2012 Student Writer

I really like this! And I agree, we must be our own rain makers, we can't sit around doing nothing. Wonderful imagery!

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~xLuckyxFridayx13x Nov 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so much! (^_^)

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