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If Ever A BoyIf ever a boy,
Stood on the moon
All the heavens would call them angels ’round
Stop the tears from troubled skies…
From
Falling… falling… falling
If ever the river could,
Whisper your name,
Would the choices you made still… be the same?
Like a flower that dies from angry rain
… Why do we hurt
Ourselves?
Where is the love…
That lets the sunlight in to start again?
The love… that sees no colour lines
Life begins, with love,
So spread your wings and fly,
Guide your spirit safe and sheltered,
A thousand dreams that we can still believe…
If ever a boy,
Stood on the moon,
Carrying all of his treasures from the stars,
To a rainbow which leads to where we are
Together we chase the sun
Where is the love…
That lifts my brother’s voice,
To the skies
The love
That answers a mother’s cry
Life begins, with love,
So spread your wings and fly,
Guide your spirit safe and sheltered,
A thousand dreams that we can still belie
SleeplessWide awake and dreaming
Loving hate and grieving
Can't see past my foggy mind
Trying hard to close my eyes
In the end we are nowhere.


Terrified to drop my guard
Don't know when I could be harmed
Though I'd like a little break
I always fear I'll never wake
Sleepless and still intact.


Watching as hours go by
Waiting for the sun to rise
Pills do nothing more for me
There's nothing that can make me sleep
Maybe we shouldn't fall asleep.


Saving what was left behind
Standing outside the chalk outline
Decide ourselves in time
The only thing I want
Is the last thing I need
Awake and sleepless as stars shine
Star Girl [Poem]'Twas the time of coldest night
An angel lost her skill of flight
While she fell, her wings, the vanished
As from heaven she was banished
Thoughtless folly was the reason
Up in heavens seen as treason
So they opened up the gates
To make her pay for her mistakes
Of falling for a human man
Despite the heaven's other plan
She landed in his caring arms
Filled with strength and hearty warmth
To him she seemed no mortal girl
She carried awes of other worlds
A halo sat within her hair
Very faint but it was there
As for her features: sweet and plain
Beautiful like sun through rain
He fell for her like she'd for him
The romance was just to begin
This
And She Tried To Walk Away From What Hurt HerI'm scared for you.
Scared for your sanity.

The monsters crawl to get her, their eyes swell at the sight.
Of her hiding in the corner, screaming throughout the night.
There is a Cheshire smile upon her porcelain face.
Eyes sewn together with needles, lips red like glaze.
Right in front of her the monsters are ablaze.

Come on and tell her that her life will not end.
Come on and tell her the demons are in her head.

All she wanted to do is sleep.
But red eyes glare all night,
Whispering words that drag her too deep.

Come on and tell her that her life will not end,
come on and tell her the demons are in her head.

Through the da
The KissHe set fire to my wooden lips
And made me forget my loneliness
It was a lovely burn
An internal demise
Of that which I was holding onto
Serving no purpose
Just holding my slack body in place
In memory of mine
The darkness melted away
In layers of onion peels
Making my eyes tear
Puddles at my feet
And time was just a candle waxing away
Slowly dripping
Blood
Pumping to the surface
Of a sacrifice
You and yours and me and mine
We have nothing to give to them
I think of the kiss
That has never touched my lips
And I imagine what it would feel like
Death
Sometimes the pain becomes far too large,
All the pain I need to hide.
Numbness takes over inside.

I used to have a voice.
Now I don't make a single sound.
My voice was lost; still not found.

Death always arrives.
And no one survives.

Oh my god. Tell me this won't last forever?
The pain.
The suffering.
The continuous emptiness in my stomach.

When I die, will you sing?
With that beautiful monotone ring.

When I die will you stay strong?
When I die, will you move along?

Death always arrives,
And no one survives.

No one can deny the feeling of crime.
Death stole from them.
Death stole my chime.
Loneliness...Loneliness consumes the longing
The ones longing for love, the ones longing to be accepted.
Loneliness never gives up, its clutches to you tight.
Loneliness is a silent killer, a silent dictator running a silent war.

It decides to pull you in when you are at your worst.
And it decides to come and consume you in the middle of the night,
When you are in the middle of a bed…a very big bed.
It makes you feel worthless and sad…it makes your question why?

Why are you lonely in this world full of people?
There are billions of people on the planet?
Questions continue to flood you until you can no longer think.
The tears stream down you f
DreamThe night sky is only
temporarily,
Which tells me that
your arms around
me isn't meant
to be.

Will you prove me
wrong, once and
forever?

Warm tears find their
way down,
Like going downhill, they
won't slow down.

I wait for the embrace
to end.

But it never did.

I wondered what
happened, only to find
you wrapped around

Me.

I believe it was
a dream,

No,

A gift from heaven,

Nothing last's forever
So I'm told,
But your soul feel's
so old, I'm left to wonder.

Eternal bliss,
is this right?

I can only close
my eyes to the night,
and fell into a

Dream.
Gentle SpiritI look into your eyes
Peering into your soul
All your kindness
All your tenderness
I see the gentleness
Your true sweet-nature

When I see you smile
I see the smile of an angel
Heaven and Earth bowing
All to your tender spirit
Your warmth
In all your glowing aura of love

Hearing your sweet voice
With all of your gentlennes
So soothing to my ears
Chasing away all my pain
Filling me with happiness
Your voice, the voice of the purest angel

Such love for you
I could stare into your amber eyes
Look at your radiant smile
Listen to your gentle voice
Embrace me in your beautiful aura of love
For all for etenity
BeforeThe rain pours down upon
my view,
making me wish for a better
you.

Even if the stars aren't shining brightly like
before, I still wish while I sit on the floor,
that maybe everything will be like before.

But this winter is too cold to share
a story,
in this midnight there is no
glory.

Kiss me like fool,
make me see that you are
real.

And maybe I will see the world
a little differently.

Go mad, become blind, live life
a little fully.

Maybe even break the curse,
from inside, and bring
some magic
back
to
Life.
Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,  

You're ignorant as Hell.

You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.

All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?

Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?

It's okay, sweetheart.
My Best Friend, My Love: A Poem
Who better to have my heart
than the one who knows me best?
We both have had romances and flings
but you are better than all the rest.

This love was the forbidden fruit
but we bit into it like Adam & Eve.
But now we're like Eros & Psyche.
From us, Eden has been conceived.

Funny how when we were kids,
we avoided each other's kiss.
Now every touch from your lips
gives me moments of sweet bliss.

We've shared our minds and souls before
now we include the form.
Our trinities complete, together entwined
the burning fire within keeps us warm

I know we will have downs and spats.
We may split and have many falls.
But like magnets, we
Hey.You walk in.

I've imagined moments like this.
I've day dreamed of times where we would be in some ubiquitous room,
and we would be alone,
and I would say something romantic,
and you would kiss me like you never did.

You walk by.

I had a real dream that we got married in the sky.
The clouds had been transformed into air balloons,
and your chest started to glow as I said my vows,
and your eyes had stolen the key to the sky
along with all of its electricity on a saturday morning.

You sit down.

Next to me is where I want you to be at night.
I lay in bed, caressing the empty space next to me,
wondering if you think of me as muc
Artist Blue - If It's Alien
The old woman pushes the book across the counter, "There you are, miss."

A young woman picks up the book, a story of adventurous pirates, one of great fame: Treasure Island. She's never read the book before, despite her near obsession with literary works. She stares at the cover for a short period, the image of the pirate captain and the young boy approaching a beach speaks volumes onto it. She opens her tiled rainbow satchel and places the novel kindly between her school science book and notebook, which are surrounded by miscellaneous items placed in careless areas. She leaves the library, a light smile upon her gentle pale face. She pushes
Stolen Kisses And Time TogetherMy hand reaches for yours
But there is only air
I suck it in
As I do on my cigarette
That steals my oxygen but gives me smoke
To screen out everything
I want to hide
I need to be by your side
And feel your hip against my hip
Our shoulders touching
Arms entwined
Say a prayer and wish with me
That we will be
One day near one another
Let us pray that we can be a part of the constellations
And be our very own galaxy
Where our cells will never divide
Our time we will bide
We will build a giant fortress
Made from our flesh, bones, and sinew
I want to look at you
In person
We can keep the others out
That is what this
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And I almost died
You are a human
And you kept me alive
 
And with being alien
Comes many fears
Of you are your native tounge
Daring me to shed tears
 
Harsh words from each human
Had met me in time
As soon as I believed them,
You swore they were lies
 
You brought me to an escape
I believe you called them your "arms"
They protected me from the apes
And kept me from their harm
 
You brought my hand to your heart
And had me feel the heart beat
You called this "love" an art
And the word sounded so sweet
 
And so weeks became months
And months became years
And you never let me out of touch
You never let me see my fears
 
Through all this time though
There was something you knew
And it easily showed
I was human too...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The Day You DiedYou were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
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Somewhere NiceWhen everything makes you sad
when noon is near, I listen to the music and it helps me every time
I hope someday, somebody will take me somewhere nice.
Someone, someday, will come along
Then the world will be ours to share
Drowning out that which no longer matters.
Whatever I May BeI'm sitting at my desk and typing
Not exactly sure what I'm writing
My fingers extend to each letter on this keyboard
While my mind goes off on it's own adventure elsewhere
And though I can't make myself rhyme perfectly
I know it's not the cleverness in the catchy rhymes
But the words themselves sharing my feelings
Though I'm not sure what they really are
I make my mind go off somewhere else
So it can't interrupt my thoughts
And ruin what's really eating at me
And now here I sit
Praying to the universe 
That I'll finally let myself 
Search my mind and body as one
And discover who and what I really am
But what always ends up on my screen
Is just the stalling emptiness of my mind
Always taking over my thoughts
And forbidding me to see myself
For what I truly am
Whatever that may be
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A time to live, a time to die
A time to sleep, a time to wake
A time for real, a time for fake
A time for truth, a time to lie
A time to laugh, a time to sigh 
A time to stand, a time to fall
A time for one, a time for all
A time for love, a time for hate
A time to run, a time to wait
A time to stay, a time to flee
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No Longer

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I lock my door and wrap myself in blankets
To let you know that you're not welcome
I know exactly who you are and why you try to fake it
And I feel like a child compared to who you've become

I wear jeans under my sweatpants
and hoodies over my sweaters
I always cross my legs and cover my chest
Because I'm older and I know better

I never let you near me like I used to do
Or rest your hands around my waist
I never let you tear my shirt or throw away my shoes
Your name to me is a disgrace 

No longer will you take away my innocence
No longer will you haunt my dreams
No longer will I swallow your consequences 

No longer... so it seems...
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This one is really hard for me to share.
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~mcrisMINE Dec 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
i think ik exacly what ur talking about....note me
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~cloudbangry Dec 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
This describes how I've felt for years. I'm glad you're able to talk about it and let it out, it's always best not to ignore it. I did for 13 years and am now paying a very heavy price.

Beautiful poem my dear, I wish you all the best.
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~BennyPebbles Dec 23, 2012
it's a very meaningful poem <3
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~Invoking Dec 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You have my utmot respect, ~CiderSound. Though I have never been through what you describe in your beautiful poem, I know people who have, and I say thank you so much for sharing. It must have taken a large amount of strength to do so... I am sorry for whatever undesirable events transpired that caused you to be knowledgable of this... Stay strong :heart:
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~CiderSound Dec 23, 2012  Student General Artist
Thanks so much <3 going through something like this definitely makes you more fearful of the world, but in doing so, it makes you stronger and more careful. Its taken years to recover. And I'm not fully recovered, though I probably never will be. But I'm glad I've finally built up the courage to really talk about this and let it out. :)
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*ShougaTouki Dec 23, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I don't relate to the story itself, but I can relate to the feeling. Sometimes writing is the best therapy. And you're right. No one should ever have to go through this.
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~CiderSound Dec 23, 2012  Student General Artist
And its terrible how many people do on a daily basis. :'c but writing helps the healing.
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*ShougaTouki Dec 23, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
That it does. I wrote a slam poem about it about 2 weeks ago and it really helped. I've been in therapy for 6 years now because it but I'm getting better. However, it's still hard for me to create close relationships.
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~CiderSound Dec 23, 2012  Student General Artist
I don't think I'd ever be comfortable in a relationship. It was actually a relative but its made it so I'm just uncomfortable around people in general. I never talked about it when I was in therapy. Its just something I personally need to come to terms with myself.
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*ShougaTouki Dec 23, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
If that's what you need, then that's the best therapy. But I'm alright around others that are either my friends or aren't of my age. I was in an elementary school full of bullies and where the teachers treated them like the victims and thought I was a crazy, socially awkward child that exaggerated the truth.
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