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Do You Think of Me?Dar tu, te-ai gândit la mine?
"Do you think of me?", this means in Romanian,
For I believe English is not a language in which my love for you,
My endless stream of thoughts and everlasting compassion
Towards you are expressed,
For there are absolutely no words in the English language
To determine how much I utterly care, how insanely compelled
I am when I hear one mention your name, when you speak
In your soft voice that can only be compared to one of an angel's,
Yet even that comparison is not remotely close.
A girl such as yourself, someone so sweet and other adjectives
I would name if your imagine did not leave me speechl

Trouble LurkingDeep in the shadows,
It lingers among us,
With a blade that glistens in the moonlight
And a heart no different from a snake's.

Stalking you solemnly,
Dodging your field of view with
Chipped lamp posts and mailboxes
Filled with your very thought.

The stone brick sidewalk appears to
Pop under your feet, pebbles exploding
Under your weight, feeling heavier than
Usual, and masking your assailant's approach.

And finally you come to a dead end,
Startled suddenly as a misty figure becomes
Visible before your eyes, and whispers so raspy:
"Wrong path you seemed to have taken, my dear,"

And with that, the figure stabs you silently,

MemoriesScrambling through memories,
Lost without a sense of time.

All of now seems meaningless,
And parts of me wish to return to what once was.

But, gazing upon these memories only
Bring back heartache,

It only makes me remember:
"You are a liar. You cannot be trusted.

You've let more down then you've put up,
And what a devious thief you can be too."

So, with a blink of the eye,
With the rolling of salty tears,

You forget,
Only to continue your horrific ways.

WordsA kind word can heal a simple wound
While a hurtful oath can just bring about a thousand more.

Scraped HeartWhen I was a small child,
I would ride my bike, just outside my home
On the cobblestone and try to balance with accuracy.
Now and again, I would fall, and scrape my knee.
Mama would always come running, her face twisted with worry
And hold me against her warmth, kissing my boo-boos,
Whispering so calming that "it'd be okay",
That I would "soon heal right back up".
Just as all small children do, I grew.
Life went on for me and Mama was sure enough
To be found correct, I did heal.
But now, knee scraping are not what I feel pain to...
When I try to balance out my love, and it all comes crashing down...
I surely scrape my heart, but

JudgingNo matter color of skin
Culture or sexual orientation,
Beliefs, religion, or even simple opinions!
Judging is wrong, you cannot
Judge people on their beliefs,
Because it is beyond wrong,
And can lead to suicides.
Can you live with blood on your hands?
You will be judged, no matter what,
For that we cannot change.
Do not stoop to their level,
For no metaphors are needed here
To prove why this is wrong.

QuestionsDo you look into the sky like I do?
Love the life you have, and wish for nothing more?
Do you smile at your faults,
And accept the fact they make you who you are?
Do you find it odd I can be myself,
Not just another follower in a world with a lack
Of fitted leaders?
Do you have pity in me when I do not fight back,
Not wanting to stoop to your level.
Do you see me as some creature,
With my tentacles flaring about and obnoxiously loud noises?

I know my faults, so I accept them.
I know I can be annoying, but who are you to judge that?
I know I do not fight back, for I do not believe it will solve anything.
I know who I am,
The qu

Feelings InsideYet again you feel it within yourself,
Like a twisting pain, sharp, and
Meaningful.
You somewhat enjoy it, the pain, for
It brings color to a dull world that you see.
Is it jealously?
Perhaps, although there is no reasonable
Thought that comes to mind as to why it
Would be.
It doesn't go away, but when it does,
After much will and forcing out,
You think that you have conquered it,
And if it may ever return again,
It will be easy to rid of and ignore,
However, that never seems to be the case.

Stifled LoveYou stand in front of them,
And oh, how their eyes seem to shine
Back at you,
And you feel such an urge just to lean
Over and kiss them,
Yet, you hold back,
For they are simply taken,
And your heart cannot be
Taken from you, for they
Already grasp another.

You grin,
And act like nothing is wrong,
But ever time they speak
Of their lover's name,
Your heart shrivels up,
And cries out to them.

But you keep your mouth shut,
And stifle the pain,
For you cannot be loved back,
No, not someone like that,
For you simply do not deserve your only love...

PromisesMore lies,
More promises.

More betrayal,
Or so it seems.

More discarding
Of peoples lives.

More hate,
More love.

You shall give,
And you shall receive,

Oh what lies,
Just as good as a lie

As myself,
My words.

My promises.

Heart BreakerOver obsess on me, I'll break your heart.
Under obsess on me, it' be over before it starts.
But love just right,
With tender care,
It'll be quite hard
For our split hearts to tare.

Yet, I still not have seen that day...

PurestSuch a delicate soul,
A sweet spirit she has,
And how it breaks my heart
When she is hurt,
For purity can be scarred
Without protection,
And I hope I can provide
What I can.
Beautiful eyes, yes, very much so,
And how they fill me with joy when I
Glance at them,
Ah yes,
Quite magnificent indeed.

DoomsdayGlowing yellow and red,
The sky has the ingredients to make orange,
Yet the colors of flames do not mix.

The tar scratches at your feet
And shakes with the rumbling of the Earth,
For above you, a rock engulfed with heat

And end lights up the evening sky,
Brighter than the sun,
Its heat so much stronger.

Like a firework that ceases to
Stop exploding, the hell bringer
Falls out of the sky,

Lands at your feet,
Surprisingly quiet and soft spoken,
So you blow away,

Dust is your body now,
And with the up hail gusts the doomsday
Meteor brought,

You drift away in the wind,
Death never being sweeter.

YouYou are the source of all my happiness,
The root of all my pain.
A bitter sweet love I seem to have for you,
But when I think of the things you have done,
Then back to myself,
I wonder why it had to be you...
You of all people, I fall for,
Deep and slowly, although fully aware.
I talk to you and I think my heart stops,
A joyous feeling, oh so happy indeed,
But when I remember you have somebody else,
A part of me whines, and cries and dies,
Silently as I wince from the hole forming in my heart,
A put on a smile,
And pretend its alright.

Rainy DaysMost people I have seen
Seem to long for days filled with sunshine
And joy, unlike me however.
I, for one, despise when the sun is not
Hidden behind a mask of the dark, wisps of
Clouds, for it beams down all too much
And too strong.
When the previous rain's moisture is in the air,
And a gentle breeze flows over the area,
I take in the scents, and that one of
A kind feeling I cannot achieve anywhere,
Nor anytime else.

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And Now I See

by ~idoartguy, Apr 5, 2012, 5:58:05 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Simple, isn't it?
Wake up, eat, live, and go back to sleep.
We do this, everyday, nonstop.
This is life,
But stop, read between the lines
Of life for a moment.
What do you see?
Is it love? Or hate?
Or any other emotion here,
But I can tell you this:
It is not balanced.
But what does balance mean?
The equal proportions of something,
Correct?
Is there balance in today's society,
With all this war and love?
Which do we do more of?
Seems like hate, right?
Or is that love?
It souly depends on who you are,
Nothing more, Nothing less.

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~xxsindosyxx Apr 15, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

When i eat, it's love<333 (know that's not whatcha meant, but...)

~idoartguy Apr 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

lol i see xD

~HikariNoMelody Apr 6, 2012

loving and hating, both are more alike than you think
actually, they are closely linked.
In truth, the opposite of love would be indifference instead
but because of some things, people are mislead.
Love is strong and passionate, that is true
but doesn't hate do the same thing too?
You can hate "with a passion" and it is a strong dislike
the similarities are there, and strongly they strike.
Indifference, on the other hand is an emotion quite bland
not that you quite ignore or something you cannot stand.
You acknowledge that something is there, but you do nothing at all
you simply feel nothing about it, you turn into a doll.
So in this world maybe hate and love are combined
and they are the opposites of indifference if defined
and maybe that is how life is balanced, kept in check
others feel emotion to the point that they are a wreck
while others still feel nothing inside
going along with the flow, immmersed in the tide.
and life still goes on no matter what happens
it just goes on without pace that it slackens.
Life goes on, now do you see?
Life goes on by, right pass you, right pass me.

~MHmania Apr 6, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

wow

~sami121candy Apr 6, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

awsome job

~Gallo90 Apr 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Great. I simply love it.

!MadiBird Apr 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I really like this. It's very contemplative, like the narrator doesn't really know the answer either. It reads very much just like a personal musing, which I enjoy immensely as it sort of feels like I'm looking into the mind of someone else.
Overall, good job as usual

~idoartguy Apr 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much ^^

~thecoolgroup174 Apr 5, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

wow, it's amazing

I love the end

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Thanks ^^

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