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Fitting InI could,
Oh trust me, I could.

So easily could I change my appearance,
Both inside and out,

So easily can I become another,
Another part of a widespread group,

Yet, I do not,
I do not speak to it,

My opinions kept silent,
My thoughts rarely expressed.

Look To The SkyI told her:
"Forever I have waited for you,
Forever, I've looked to the sky,
Wished with my soul and heart,
For someone to come my way
So my lonesomeness would flee,
And how my blood was spilled upon
That starry night of
Gray furred clouds."

She cooed,
Happy as can be,
Yet cried as she pulled away from me,
Unable to talk,
Unable to see me.

I told her:
"Look to the sky,
Look far into it,
Deep and hard.
But only if you listen
Will you hear me,
Hear my cries.
For the sky never forgets,
Neither will I."

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.

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.

So Sad, SadnessSo sad, isn't it?
So sad, so many in despair,
So far down,
So past help,
So far, no one to help.

So let me be there,
So let me help,
Sew your soul together
So you remain alive,
So many happy, aren't you glad?

And Now I SeeSimple, 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.

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...

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

Change Doesn't Come EasyI will not back down,
I will not stop,
Because quite honestly,
all the hate I've received
Only proves how much more important
This cause really is.

This proves what I am up against,
Shows the cowardice of the world.

I am not afraid to fight
For what I truly believe in,
And the cruelty I've been sent,
Most of which without much logical reason.

I refuse to "change the topic"
Only because I way what others
Are too fearful to stand up for.

I will lead a pack of misfits
To the very end,
And we will someday be on top perhaps.

We will not stop,
We will continue on,
We will change this world.

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

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.

Text Message We can be alone, together.
Alone, together, forever.
We can face this world together.
Hand in hand, open minded and open hearted...
As a team, we could take down anything.
Conquer the problems that challenge us,
And save the victims of life's cruel reality.
I think we could make it out there.
I'm sure of it, I'll have your back,
And you could have mine.
We'll protect each other from harm.
Forever.
And Always.
Forever and always.

StitchingTrails of broken hearts,
Cracked, shattered, even just a bit scratched,
And oh how I try to stitch them back together,
Pin them lightly at first,
Just as any tailor of hearts would I suppose.
Then, I embroider the pieces,
Slowly, carefully, ever so cautious to not tear it.
But, as they say, I appear to be the one who
Rips these poor hearts' seams in the first place,
And I call back into my corner,
Needle and thread in hand,
And simple disappear...

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.

Goodbye...Such a close friend,
Gone.

Goodbye, I say now,
And even though you may not read this,
Know this:

I will miss you.
I will miss your one of a kind thoughts,
How you looked upon the world,
And how you so gratefully let me help
With problems in your life.
I wish you the best of luck,
Although I doubt you'll need much.

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That SongWhen that one song comes on,
And you pause, freeze stiff,
The memories flow back,
Washing out reality,
And you feel her hand in your again,
Snuggled up against each other,
The weather storming and friends quitting,
You not seeing it till it's almost too late...
The beginning of the end,
And she lifts her head off your shoulder,
Her scent is gone and over...
The whole thing, it's gone, over,
And your glad you can just mend part of it,
And then, just as you realize the song ending,
You realize it all,
That it wasn't you that ended it,
It was the foolishness behind it..
The song closes softly...
And along with it,
The steel do

Watched Me Bleed OutYou stabbed me in my heart,
And watched me bleed out,
Didn't even seem regretful,
Not the slightest hint.

You stood towering above me,
Staring down so blank,
No emotions along your face,
No tears streaking the dirt around your eyes.

You bent over carefully,
Your hair brushing my cheeks,
And reached inside me,
Ripped out my soul slowly,

And now I lay here,
Hollowed out, with no eyes,
For no one can fix,
A dead rag doll I am.

LonesomenessI see you in the distance,
You're a misty gray shadow,
A simple silhouette of your old self.
I stumble forward, trying to clasp you

In my arms, but I fall through you,
As if you were never even there.
I dream about you at night,
When the sky is gray and darkness

Swallows the land whole,
Whether it be the mountains or the valleys.
And I clutch my pillow,
Cold as the stone I sleep above,

Colder than the stone that sits inside me.
All I need is your warmth
To melt this Hell frozen over,
Your warmth in my arms,

I only need to find who you are,
Search the faces in my dreams,
Scan the world steadily for you,
For you will not app

You Sit BackYou sit back,
Watching life go by,
My friends, my feelings,
All in your eyes.

You recline, relaxed,
Quiet and content.
You try to communicate with me,
But the message may not properly be sent.

JudgementalSome stare down objects
With only judgement.
Sadly, they do the same with people,
For they judge on your clothes,
Hair, face, voice, style, personality.
People should not judge,
Because you never know.
Those others may just judge you right back.

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Doomsday

by ~idoartguy, May 20, 2012, 10:08:53 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Glowing 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.