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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.

SmileA mask to layer your pain,
Cover it and tint it with
Light mood.
A thin strip of flesh across thy face,
And tis' the magic begin,
And happiness rejoice!

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.

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...

Country Side HillsHow odd do we seem, in our SUV,
Pulling up to a gravel driveway surrounded
By the coveted fields of grass,
Moving along in the breezes rhythm I must say,
As if waving a heart warming welcome,
Beckoning us to stay, feel its sweet morning dew
On our bare feet and let it curl around
Our wrinkled fingers,
Or perhaps it is a wave of disgrace,
Shooing us away from the lands' beauty,
Assuming abruptly our city lifestyle may corrupt
Its purity and all it has become,
Carefully crafted by God Himself,
Hills rolling out to a forgotten sea
And Mother Nature ridding away
At man's virus, slowly eroding
Structures, as sun baked weeds sca

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

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.

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.

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.

Simple ThoughtsTried and weary, after a long day's work,
Just any good citizen, you work for your family,
And support them with good and decent care.
Flopping down onto your sheets, you let your body
Relax and go limp, arms and legs over hanging the edges
Of your comforter and mattress.
Fatigue overwhelms you and sleep washes over like high tide
At sunset, on a sandy beach where couples love and children play.
You close your eyes and simple thoughts drift into your mind.
A childhood you barely remember having significance,
Or a lover lacking passion.
All such thoughts so dearly important to you flood your consciousness,
And you hop up, in utter

When You ThoughtHave you ever believed so much in something?
Became so attached to a belief,
A statement, and person or object
Or perhaps even an event or happening?
You put all your faith and belief into this,
Only to watch it shatter before your feet,
As if it had meant nothing to you at all.

If you have none done or seen these things,
I highly recommend you stray away from repeating
The mistakes of the before.

SuccessHow do we reach success?
Back stabbing and stomping on others
Hand as they dangle over the most pitiful
And sorrowful cliff there is?
Is that what society has seem to come
Down to when success it discussed?

Since when has honesty not worked?
Trust and cooperation and companionship
Till the end and through it all...
Where is our youngest of world's heading?

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

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...

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Scraped Heart

by ~idoartguy, Mar 14, 2012, 1:24:29 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

When 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 as Mama always said, it would heal.
This healed a bit more slowly...
And hurt much more as it began to scar over the years,
My love being taken advantage of, bruising my heart's outer flesh...
And now, ready to explode from inner pain...
I search for my Mama, oh where can she be to mend this
Organ, no more than clothes now stitched together.

Scraped Heartby ~idoartguy

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Doesn't mean anything you guys ^^
Well, on my part that is

~SingingEms7 Apr 14, 2012 Student Writer

This clearly came straight from the heart (even if it is wounded) and it came out fantastic!

P.S.- I have no idea why I haven't read this yet if it was posted a month ago... I guess I've been busy!

*xxRyRa5bbit Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It's like u read my diary...I love how relatable and real this is,great job

~idoartguy Mar 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you ^^

~monstersox97 Mar 24, 2012

dang dude u can be deep! love ur peoms

~idoartguy Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!!

~GlassbombX Mar 23, 2012

You'll improve with time, but for now you're already expounding on a style of literature that seems to be very well your own! I can relate with the sentiments expressed in "Scraped Heart" all too well. Don't worry, it gets better with time.

~idoartguy Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

~MHmania Mar 18, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

wow

~idoartguy Mar 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

lol good? bad?

~MHmania Mar 19, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

good ina dark and tortured way.

EMO. LOL. just jking about the emo part. im not emo but i respect pplz desicion to go emo

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