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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.
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.
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.
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?
Goodbye...Such a close friend,
Goodbye, I say now,
And even though you may not read 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.
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.
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.
DrowningI reach up,
But my hand grasps the nothingness
That is around me.
I cry out-
So painful and sorrowful,
But no, no one hears me,
And ones who do
Wouldn't care even the slightest bit.
Surrounded by the horror,
As I am sucked in further,
The life forced out of me,
Like God's hand squeezing my soul
From my body, and I gasp-
And drown soundlessly,
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.
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...
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
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.
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.
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.
SometimesSome days I really wouldn't mind
If I were to roll over and die.
But I'll continue standing strong
Even as I know one day I'll fall.
My lungs feel heavy
there is a cold empty hole
where my heart should be
an aching loneliness in my soul
My lips are dry
all those words escape me
enough to barely get by
but no one will ever see
The breeze catches my hair
frozen hands hold me erect
my thoughts inside begin to tear
I’m vulnerable; nothing worth to protect
I feel the edge with my feet
so far down down down
dotted figures in a snowy sheet
listen to them live without a sound
My eyes are glassy and cold
shedding frozen tears
toward the chaotic busy road
one by one; all of my fears
My shoulders begin to shake
but not from the cold
I’m scared I won’t be able to make
I am not that bold
Shame rushes up to greet me
frozen air becomes warm
arms stretch out to welcome me
I’m going home
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