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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."

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.

SometimesSometimes I feel like I have lived a full life,
Done and gone,
Finished well, lived quite nicely.

Though my goals have not been yet finished,
I'm sure one may take them on
Someday, just as I have.

Sometimes, I feel ready for the cold arms
Of Death to carry me away,
His circular heart beating,
Forever worn, forever tired.

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.

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.

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...

LabeledWe've all heard it from one time to another,
Most experienced it as well,
Constantly, we are labeled, whether it be
From our looks, or how we may first
Act around a newcomer.

Try to act humble and quiet,
You are labeled as weak.

If you can do just about anything decent,
Of quality or acceptance,
You're labeled as a showoff.

So often it happens,
For all I care, we can just be packed up,
Shipped away to yet more pointless duties.

The Good of the WorldWhy do people always exclaim,
And oh so loud and frequent do they
Say that there is no good left in
The world, but how can that be?

Ah, but they do not realize something
I have recently discovered,
Something that let's me live
In solitude, and udder happiness.

You can only see the
Good of the world if you
Search for it, look past
The bad, because happiness does not lie unhidden.

Something bad will always come your way,
But as dreadful as it is,
It is only an opportunity to find
Something new, and something better within.

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.

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

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

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...

Walk AwayAnd so they say
Sometimes you just need to walk away,
And see who follows.

I did this one day,
Walked away, far away,
But sadly no one followed.

And so back home I walk,
Head hung with sorrow,
A pencil drawn smile.

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Lost Friendship Part 2At first, I must say, I
Was utterly devastated, destroyed,
Broken and crushed...
But now, when I look back on the Past,
How could I have not seen this?
Every friend I've ever had,
Well they did just as you...
They abandoned me for the good of themselves.
I know you've had it hard,
But we all have our problems,
And no one ever said life was easy
Or completely fair.
Now, I am angry.
I am disappointed in you,
I thought you were different,
And that you wouldn't do this,
You know I'd never do this to you,
Nor anyone I've ever met.
But mostly,
I'm disappointed in myself.
How could I have put so much trust
Into you? Cared so mu

Lost Friendship Part 1The night you told me
You had feelings for me, well that started it all...
A tale I heard from you,
About abusive and ignorant lovers and
A social outcast, that is is you.
How did you not feel whole?
Rather hollow and lonesome?
Lost in life, a sad soul swallowed
You. I hope you do not mind,
But I need this out, expressed
And compelled off my chest.
You felt extreme jealously and low
Self confidence. Was part of it
Because of myself?
You were always there for me,
So why is it that when you are
In that time of need,
You reject me, throw me out to sea,
Heartbroken and bleeding through my shirt
Where the blood stains my shirt a

Be Happy!Life isn't about getting through fair,
It's hard and there is going to be some long nights,
So suck it up and do it right,
Do it wrong and you just have to go back
And guess what? Do it again!
Things are better done than said,
And you shouldn't sell yourself short because
You guys! You guys are all beautiful!
I don't care about your race, orientation,
Location or thoughts, because you know what?
We are all different and that is how God made us,
What would it be if we were all the same?
You are amazing in your own ways, just as the guy
Or girl next to you!
No more war this way of thinking!
No more suffering!
Everything is all

ThinkingDo you think?
Do any of us think anymore?
Are you even thinking of these questions now?

Thought, well it is a strange
And wonderful thing to be blessed with.
When you lie down, and review over your day,
What really goes through your head?
Haven't you stopped and thought a little deeper?
Like what if what you are thinking of doing
Isn't really worth it at all.
Or that somethings are meant to be the way
They are, you cannot change them.
Thought is in definition:
An idea or opinion produced by thinking or occurring suddenly in the mind.

But are we really doing just that?

To All Those I AdmireI could say I believe I know all of you,
But that would be dishonest,
And as you always said,
Truth, is the best you can promise.
You have remarked on me as wise,
Unheard, yet needed in the world.
A one of a kind in your eyes.
I may have already spoke this to you,
May have already told you how I think you are great,
That you have taught me the world
And it's secrets to live by.
To me, you are equal to a scientist of philosophy,
Living life the way you see fit,
Never stopped by others opinions,
Which is something I can truly respect.
You have mentioned your mistakes,
And try to make sure I do not repeat them,
For neither of ou

The World As We Know ItSuicide...
War, Hate, Death, Depression.

Fives words to describe the world,
Leaving out so many more.
I can write this about happiness,
How there is hope and joy,
That it is going to be all okay and good,

But when you look right to it, it isn't like that...
The world...
Let me sun it up for you:

We have the youngest of our people cutting,
Taking their owns lives and losing their innocence,
To put it sincerely.
We have children killing themselves,
Just because of a past love,
Or taunting at school...
They are torturing each other day after day...

We have stars today that shine dim
And rotate around money and power...

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So Sad, Sadness

by ~idoartguy, May 23, 2012, 3:18:44 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

So 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?

So Sad, Sadnessby ~idoartguy

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Strange form of a poem I'm trying.
"So" is the word focused on, and the poem flips in the second stanza to the opposite of the first ^^

love 1 1

joy 1 1

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~SingingEms7 May 28, 2012 Student Writer

Very nice!

It's great to try new things

~idoartguy May 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

yes ^^

*xxRyRa5bbit May 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Peculiar but intriguing experiment

~idoartguy May 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thanks ^^

*xxRyRa5bbit May 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

no problem

~HowlingSpiritLupus May 23, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Beautifully written!

Love it. Remarkable.

~sunnytheangel May 23, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

mario:*sad about toad died*

Me:SAD ISNT IT?!?!?!?C:<

~idoartguy May 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

~someone-once-said May 23, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

interesting experiment!

it turned out really well

~idoartguy May 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thanks ^^

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