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Lucid LoverHer eyes are made of roses,
and sharp as thorns.
Her kisses leave scars
that burn way past dreams
as the feeling of tiny,
powerful fingertips
linger against
heated cheeks.

to catch me when I fallWhat was I supposed to be?
Were the layers of humanity I once created
Just a vision of an alter ego?
If Ashem was here to see
He'd laugh at me for what I'd done
Redemption is heard from inside yourself
At least, that's what I was told
I can't see it
I can't feel it
I don't ignore it
nothing comes before it
And before my time has come full circle
someone grabs my shoulder
The light in the darkest of places
and walks with me along the path I walk
The path that inevitably ends along
but only can truly begin with two
this path I walk, we walk
the mountains I climb, we climb
and if I fall from the edge that hand grabs me befor

what humans do0:00

she met him when she was fifteen, stupid, and willing to do anything to get out of her own head. it was winter, new snow sticking to the ground in snowbanks - like a naked blanket, cold on cold with ice. houses were lined up on the streets, chimneys blaring smoke, colors sticking out against the sky's dull grays. cars rolled by, marking the streets all with the same, parallel tracks, like fingerprints with chains attached. thick exhaust fills her senses.

he seemed weird to her. not because of his cocky, laid-back appearance, but because of the complete fresh and virgin ardor he gave her. it wasn't that kind of sense you get when you're

Sleeping BeautyAnd when I fell,
you caught me.
So when I start to drown,
will you save me?

And when I faint...
will you splash cold water on
me?
Or will you kiss me
like I'm Sleeping Beauty?

Not Enough Time

It's resurfaced.
The fear, the aching,
The chill that haunts me so;
The burden of the unknown,
Following me without end.

The silence,
The unrelenting silence,
Splits me in two;
I need answers,
The warmness of closure,
Because every second that passes
Is more unbearable than the last;
The clock that kills me slowly,
A perpetual smother.

Uncertainty,
A potent madness,
Sinking deeper and deeper into my skin;
Plaguing my mind,
My being,
My life!
How much must I sway
Before you take every last piece of me?

Drifting through these fragile days,
Dead, but alive,
Standing, but falling,
There's just not enough time,
To be livi

Hear You MeThe soft feel of the cold steering wheel under her fingers made her shiver, but she didn't dare move. Tears were staining her pale face and she was shuddering with every gasp she took. She was cold, alone. She was broken.

It seemed as if hours and hours had passed before she let the key rattle in her hands, and placed it in the keyhole. She shook her head sadly, keeping the silent tears in, and turned the key. The old rusty car boomed to life, the engine growling madly, as if disapproving her leaving.

She wiped the tears with her long sleeve and lifted her head, looking at the long snow-covered road ahead. Every part of her tried to stop he

A Girl Named AnaI sat beside her every day of class for a year yet I knew nothing about her. Scarlet Jones never smiled and I often caught her wiping tears from her eyes. I thought of her as a freak, I never asked if she was okay and maybe I should have. I didn't ever think I was selfish until she was gone for a month.

She returned but still never smiled and instead of wiping tears from her eyes she brushed them off her cheeks. I stopped her in the hallway one day and asked if she was okay. She only shook her head, her eyes filled with pain.

She didn't say anything for a few moments only pulled up her sleeves revealing her scarred wrists. The worst ones by

FakeHer name was Alexa.

When she walked down the hall, people stared in wonder. When she talked about her new shoes or her new jumper or her favourite singer, people hung onto her words. When she laughed with her friends, strangers fantasized what it would be like to be her.

Nobody knew that she felt most alone when she was in a crowd. No one thought that she had ever dreamed about being someone –anyone – other than herself. Not one of her "friends" knew that she cried herself to a numb sleep. Alexa had tried so hard to find a distraction to her inner pain – hobbies, drink, sex. The endless number of guys who would never know the

TimeIn the wake of white lights,
And jade doctors and nurses,
We tearfully begin,
This tale.

In the shadows of willows,
On a bed without pillows,
Admidst tears and white roses,
We bid goodbye.

Yet all this existance,
Sins and repentance,
Mean nought,
When your bell has tolled.

Because this very second,
A lost drop of the present,
Has already departed,
The world we live in.

Time is a dreamer,
Of tycoons and schemers,
Time is the answer,
To all the questions unasked,
Time is a healer,
A swindling deciever,
Time is the only road,
We've ever walked on.

They say live for today,
Forget tomorrow,
And let go of what happened,

Sweetheart, We're Here For YouSweetheart, I Know It Hurts, But We're Here For You

Sweetheart, I know you're hurting,
but please put down that blade.
The pain that you're enduring,
I promise I'll help it fade.

That's good, just slide it onto the table,
nice and slowly, so it's out of the way.
Okay, now do you want to talk?
I'm here for you, any time of day.
Just speak up, speak clearly,
I'll listen to what you have to say.

Sweetheart, I'm here for you,
I will tell you what you can do,
I know just how to help you,
I swear that what I say is true.

Just pick up the rusty razorblade,
that's right, now throw it in the bin.
The bin? Yes, that's what I said.
Now

You loseHeart stolen

Love lost

Try Again

Take Me To Your GraveNot a whisper not a word
Take me to your grave
Stories must remain unheard
I promise I'll behave

The pros and cons of breathing
Are just what we don't see
Soon we'll both be leaving
In the casket, lay by me

Shovel digs and shovel burries
Dirt is flying left and right
All too young, everyone hurries
Anyone who cares puts up a fight

If they ask just tell a lie
Lips are sealed, lock and key
Soon enough we'll all die
Buried under the old oak tree

Take me to your grave
All these secrets that you're keeping
I'm the one to save
Think of it as an eternity of sleeping

We together bear the scars
I alone inflict them
Go play in tra

Feelings"Love"
Love is a discussed theme, everyone wants it, someone have it, someone had it, someone give it, someone don't believe in it, someone would give everything for it.
Everyone have a relation to love, one way or another.
someone dislike it, someone wants more of it.
Everywhere in the world a chance for love appears, but sometimes, that chance is not taken, the outcome can be a huge affect on someone's life, it can pass by without notice, anyhow, the chance were there.
However, there are times the chance is taken and the outcome makes a huge difference to someone's life. not mentioning the future generation.

Everywhere love happens,

King of IceNo one notices I'm losing sleep over this;
Those meaningless kisses.
So cheap and unnerving.

There's just one more thing
Left to tell you,
Before I hit the floor;
You've been thrown from your throne
Vile King of Kings.

I guess I knew how this would end,
I think I knew it for a long time now.
Isn't it ironic that ice can freeze and burn?

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your days are spent worrying for others and cleaning their mess.
I think I am the only one still noticing your smile,
you are a stranger in your own mirror.

you draw little hearts across your hand and I know it is because you still believe:

in magic
in love
in prince charmings
and falling stars.

you can still put on your glass slippers, I promise they wont break under
the crushing expectations of others.

besides, you're beautiful, you know that?
you are allowed to fall, I'll do my best to help you up.

despite what you think, you are not just a girl.
you are hope in a blue dress, something unde

Ephemeral.I've come to see myself for what I am
translucent, filled empty with excuses
with coursing maps of veins bled dry
over pock marked pencil limbs
and the hidden promises I keep sewn up
in the cobwebs between my spindled little fingers.

I am not here.
I am a vapor.

sharing sighing settling bones too heavy to fly
with ghosts who long to do the same.

What am I but the dreams you've chased as a child?
Cold faded footprints on the linoleum.
I too had ambitions to hold the oceans in my palms
and stand shoulder to shoulder with the giants
washing away weathered marks with the tides
to be born brand new, but I am not.

I am an

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me. I have hidden toy soldiers beneath my bed because
I have proven to myself that I cannot guard my own heart,
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I look at a reflection that cannot possibly be my own and
ask myself, 'what's left to give, if I've given everything?'

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is pain brewing and I ask myself, 'where did this grow?' I
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t

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like the stars do.

by ~poemFB, May 2, 2011, 11:47:07 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

let me tell you about kisses and catnaps
and the creases of your eyes when you smile.
about fairytales and how none of this is fair to me.

let me tell you about everything i have lost
and the promises i knew i could never keep.
about your lips and how i thought, 'this is it for me.'

i miss 4 am and i miss the moonlight holding us.
i miss you sleeping 5 minutes until forever
and i miss you, simply because i miss you.

i miss falling stars and i miss my arms around you.
i miss the parts of me you used to love
and i miss you, simply because i miss you.

i miss knowing i could always make you smile
and i miss knowing you could always do the same.

but mostly, i just miss you.

like the stars do.by ~poemFB

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

i miss you like the stars.

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~Solarune May 15, 2011 Writer

I love how this begins with "let me tell you" and then moves on to "i miss", almost as if it's a change in tone/emotion. The imagery at the beginning is lovely, and the simplicity of the language later on makes it all the more profound.

~poemFB May 15, 2011 Writer

I wrote this as two poems originally, then had the 'i miss you' segments between the 'let me tell you' segments. finally, decided on this mess. I appreciate it :]

~Solarune Jun 7, 2011 Writer

Ah, I see. You're welcome!

~ItaliaEmo May 2, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Wow.. Really strikes a chord within me. Reminds me of many of the feelings that I used to have whilst heartbroken; when I commonly wrote poems with similar subjects to this one. I very much enjoyed it-- keep writing. (:

Also, aside from the lack of capitalization (which I acknowledge may be intentional), the word "though" in the last line of stanza 2 should be probably be "thought" and the quotations that follow go from ' to ". Hope that helps a tad. d:

~poemFB May 2, 2011 Writer

fixed, thank you very much

I appreciate you taking the time to not only read it but analyze it. It means a lot to me!

~ItaliaEmo May 2, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

You're quite welcome! (: Always happy to lend my mind to the use of another. ^^

~kallia-goldenwings May 2, 2011

that is jujst so beautiful

~poemFB May 2, 2011 Writer

thank you very much :]

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