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Human BeingsBreath in,
Remind yourself that you are human.
You make mistakes.
You hurt people.
You will never be perfect.
Remember everyone is human.
We'll make mistakes.
We'll hurt each other.
We'll never be perfect.
The VoicesThey hate me,
That’s what the voices whisper to me.
Before I sleep at night,
And just as I awake,
The voices cry and whine
That I am simply not good enough,
That being drop dead is the best way
To make everyone happy,
And be selfish just as I was meant to finally be.
2013A new year,
Something that brings change,
Whether you desire it or not,
Because life continues to always move forward,
Not yielding whether rich or poor,
Ugly or beautiful,
Because in the way of life,
We are all humans,
All the same.
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.
Stolen From Your GraspHave you ever had something
Have you ever experienced something
You never wanted to end?
Did it exceed all expectations,
And make you feel on top of the world?
Have you ever had that very thing
Stolen from you?
Has that thing ever been snatched from
Your grasp, no matter how tight you thought you held it?
Did you wish you fought for it back,
Day after miserable day you drag along this world?
Do you ever wish
You could have done it sooner?
Or that is perhaps never happened at all?
TestYou know you must finish on time,
You know you mustn't take too long,
For there is not enough time in your existence
To possibly complete all the challenges
The test of life bring before you.
Nothing can match the amounts
Of effort you have put forth,
How extremely hard you have worked
To achieve all that you have.
Nothing can measure the amount
Of contemplating over the simplest
Mind boggling problems,
And quickly deducting the most intricately
Weaved mazes in the fissures of the human mind.
Solving the test of life is no easy task to
Say the least, but if you never try,
You can guarantee the results to be negative.
Feelings InsideYet again you feel it within yourself,
Like a twisting pain, sharp, and
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
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.
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.
Perfect LoveHow perfect, how beautiful she is;
Her skin smooth and pure,
Hair hung from her head, curled just a bit.
Her voice is soft, quiet
And often ignored.
Yet, I listen to her,
And she listens to me;
Wisdom lingers around our words.
Her appearance, although not so important,
Jeans all that time, and a favorite
Hood, ready to wear no matter the weather,
Just as me.
She is so close,
So easy to see;
So I reach out to her,
Finger spread apart,
Well, at least not yet.
ChangesIt's interesting how as you get older,
Summer becomes less and less of a break.
Things change, for better and for worse,
Leaving one to only wonder how things could have been.
The old and the new,
the good and the bad,
Sometimes you just feel like a hollow shell,
Life whistling on through you as time goes by.
But somehow life goes on,
And as hard as it is to find the light at times,
It's there, and you will see it,
If you only keep trying with all that you have.
Popular on dA *****EDIT*****Some people say to me "Your art sucks"
But I ignore you.
I think i'm a terrible artist
please thought, go away.
I want to be an artist
but my art isn't good enough.
I believe in myself. I work hard.
But it doesn't help.
But if I keep trying
I'll be the best artist I know.
I'm no popular deviant
but i'm proud of myself.
And if your not popular
I solute you.
The Monster in the MirrorSimon stood in the bathroom of his apartment, staring at the mirror, and made mental notes of every change in his appearance. The face staring back at him was like a stranger to him, and he was disgusted by it.
Simon rarely ate these days, so now his face was gaunt. That, along with his sickly, greyish-blue complexion, made him look like a corpse. His thin face also made his milky white eyes and the long, grotesque nose stand out even more. His hair was now almost completely gray, no longer showing any hint of the dark brown it used to be. It framed his face like a dreary curtain. He had long given up on taming it, just as he had his beard. His hair grew at an unnatural rate, and by now, no matter how often he shaved and cut it, it was hopeless. Even his teeth were different; weeks ago, he lost each tooth one by one, and they were replaced by longer, pointed, shark-like teeth.
As much as it pained him to say so, there was a part of Simon that was glad Betty left before she could see wh
Death we fearFull of tears and death we fear. Losing a friend makes us deaf, from positive things in life we want to see and hear.
We live in a big world, with a fast counting clock, ticking at time, non-stop.
It counts down years, hours, minutes, and seconds before we die. After death, our next stop is the after-life.
From big pimps, to simple life monks. All beings; every man, women, and child, Big and tall, round or thin, short and small. There is one thing in common with us all.
It is death we share.
Sooner or later, the earths end is near. Mortals will fall, the dead will rise.
All will be judged in front of the creator himself, in his hands the book of life.
But death may I ask you "Why?"
God's angels have brought us here, helping us to conquer fear. They have helped us from going astray.
But death, you can't just simply take Y0UR4N63L, our friend Alex away.
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You deserve all the praise for upholding a great community spirit and being a listening ear.
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The Ultimate IllusionPeace. Peace Is An Illusion.
If You Have Something Nice,
There Will Always Be Someone,
Who Will Envy You Over It.
If They Are Envious Enough...
They'll Justify It In Their Minds,
To Take It From You.
There Are Two Things In This World...
The Calm... And The Storm.
can i tell you all my secrets?can i tell you
all my secrets?
can i whisper things
others would shout?
how many times do you think i'll write
about the boulder in my belly
before it's finally dislodged
and slinks out?
do you think about me often?
do you imagine duct tape on my mouth?
does my incessant clawing
at your deadweight make you smile?
the thing that you've sown
is bigger than me
feel it nest
see it squirm
the hollow expands
as your seed weighs heavy
and rips open my chest
your threads of poison oak
will weave their way around my open frame
and our disease and
make a basket of my living carcass
to bear a gift upon the world
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