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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

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.

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.

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

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

The Death TouchI walk through the forest,
Wind nipping my face and gravel
Crumbling under my lightest of footsteps.
Brief light tries to split apart shadows
Lingering on the ground and blanketing
The smallest of plants,
Just barely able to pass through the
Thickest of canopies above head.
A simple autumn leaf falls from the
Heavens, and lands gently, cradled in my long hair.
I reach out a hand, and my finger is
Grasped by one of the many out reaching plants.
It seems to hold on for a short while,
Then releases, slowly uncurling and regaining it's
Balanced and propped up position.
For because I know what comes next, I
Sit on a nearby log, it

PowerlessStanding back,
I feel so powerless,
Limp and stiff,
Still and racing
And half past gone as times.

I need to remind myself frequently
I'm not alone,
There is worse, much worse then mine,
So I only push it aside, and stay crouched feebly,
Suffocating under the pressure slowly.

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...

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

InsideIs this really whats inside me?
My heart I once thought was so full
Of love and imagination,
But once my greatest love seems to be manifested
Into the world...

It seems its only a dull thought masked by
The false assumption of great concept,
Not that it is,
Or is it? No way to prove it seems now.

A Letter Written From BloodShe saw it from the beginning...
She saw the signs,
You bleeding yourself and the endless stream
Of negative remarks upon your life...
She mourns you, mourns you to this day,
Just as we all do inside...

I may not have met you, me the author,
although I know if I had,
It certainly would have been an honor.
She said your laugh was that of an angel's,
Golden, rich and pure, wholesome with soul,
Or that of which you managed to squeeze out.

Your parents, the very ones who brought you
Into this world, they seemed to contribute
To your certain downfall, and I for one shun them,
As you and her must do as well.

How was it your fault t

You Were Not Here You were not here yesterday.
Leave me, leave my soul and very being.

A Girl and her DogThrough the fields and over the hills
There lies a small cottage, housing several
Children of young age, a mother and father as well,
And although ceasing to diminish their love for all
Things ringing truth and good in the world,
They struggle to pay their dues and keep such
A lovely location to reside around and among the wildlife.
When almost all hope seems to be lost,
Amazingly, above all the rest, a girl and her dog,
Just as plain and simple as that, a widely renown
Bond that seems to exist from household to village throughout
This very world.
It may seems so ordinary, but have you ever noticed what happens
When the normal a

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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.

The Angel and the FacelessI feel free,
Like I am untouchable,
My wings sprouting eagerly,
Waiting so very long while being
Rooted beneath my shoulder blades.
Crooked they may be,
Seemingly wilted and tattered,
Torn and burnt a bit on the tip,
For nothing new emerges into this world
Completely unscathed.
My legs are weak, shaking and unstable under
My weight, and the sun above threatens my
Eyes.
Alone, the first thought that enters my mind,
Quite haunting at first notice,
But with some good amount of pondering,
Calm, peaceful sensations flood my being.
Spreading my wings, stretching nine feet
In either direction reassures me of who I am.
I begin to

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

The Fake Smile MaskI, am one of the many,
One of the mask wearers.
A fake smile scrawled across my face,
Chipping and fraying at
Its very seams.
Go ahead, ask me if I am alright,
For not wanting to bore you with my problems,
And knowing no one can solve them,
I will slip my fake smile mask on once more,
Nod along in pleasure and continue
To store my secrets in a corked bottle,
One in which I may throw out to sea someday.

So try and read my emotions,
They may be real or fake,
I've had years of practice,
And my truth may be quite hard to take.

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Trouble Lurking

by ~idoartguy, Mar 24, 2012, 2:22:26 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Deep in the shadows,
It lingers among us,
With a blade that glistens in the moonlight
And a heart no different from a snake's.

Stalking you solemnly,
Dodging your field of view with
Chipped lamp posts and mailboxes
Filled with your very thought.

The stone brick sidewalk appears to
Pop under your feet, pebbles exploding
Under your weight, feeling heavier than
Usual, and masking your assailant's approach.

And finally you come to a dead end,
Startled suddenly as a misty figure becomes
Visible before your eyes, and whispers so raspy:
"Wrong path you seemed to have taken, my dear,"

And with that, the figure stabs you silently,
And you do not scream, you do not worry,
For you have seen this coming all the long way,
Perhaps you deserved this after all you have done and caused.

Trouble Lurkingby ~idoartguy

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~BurntBlackRose Mar 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

- Jesus loves you!
Idk, that's just what it made me think of. The gate to destuction is wide, but the path that leads to salvation is narrow...
~Rose

~idoartguy Mar 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

So true..

!HectorDefendi Mar 25, 2012 Professional Digital Artist

Could this thing You speak of that is lurking be: 'Depression' or: 'Gloom'?

~idoartguy Mar 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

perhaps it may be, but I was aiming for a teen who had unfortunately taken a path of criminal and violence in life.

!HectorDefendi Mar 25, 2012 Professional Digital Artist

Ohhh, ok

~idoartguy Mar 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

yep ^^ lol

~joeymaydela Mar 24, 2012 Student Artist

man...your poems are A-MAY-ZINGER! XD

~idoartguy Mar 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

TH-ANK YOO!!

~joeymaydela Mar 25, 2012 Student Artist

ish no problamo~ welcat!

~HikariNoMelody Mar 24, 2012

Assailant's point of view:

I was a shadow, hidden from light,
I crept along through the night.
Money moved me, but never moved my heart.
A simple job that must be finished after it starts.
My cold knife gleamed, a shard of ice
and I had this cold gut feeling, curling like a vice
I watched you make a false turn
and I put aside the stomach aches and churns.
I felt menacing strong,
and yet it all felt wrong
as I said my line and stabbed my prey
Something died in me that day.
And yet I walked away and got a call
Next target awaits, I meet them at the mall...

I was a shadow, with an extinguished light

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