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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.
Is It Wrong?Is it wrong
That I glance up at the clouds,
Feeling the wind through my hair,
And dream of a mystifying land
Where one can be accepted no matter what?

Is it wrong
That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,
Baggy and ripped at the knees,
Unlike all the other boys that wear athletic
Shorts, so unscathed and clean?

Is it wrong
That I ask people about their troubles,
Sometimes doing all in my mortal power
To help them surpass the simple,
Even ones I have not defeated myself?

Is it wrong
That while the few friends I have
Dance around giddily and go to
The most extreme only to impress,
But I only hang back in silent content
WordsA kind word can heal a simple wound
While a hurtful oath can just bring about a thousand more.
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...
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.
Trouble LurkingDeep 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,
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
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
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.
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.
Sometimes I Wonder...Why can't people just be happy with what they have?
Many have it much worse,
And even I can say that at this age.
Although I do believe problems,
Fears and everything in between are a simple
Manner of perspective, some are just downright bewildering to me.
"So, you want to end your life, because your so called
'Love' at age 15 dumped you, correct?"
Now does that honestly sound like something I need to be
Caring about?
Although, yes, I do anyways, because as said before,
Troubles are only a perspective of that particular person.
But yet, I cannot help and think:
"Do these people, these people I help daily
Even know of the problem
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.
I Will Always ListenI'll always be here for you,
No matter what,
I'll be hear if you need to talk,
Rant and ramble on, I'm here to listen.

Judging, not a chance.  
From the things I've seen,
Judging would do no one any good,
Only make manners worse if you ask me.

So, please,
Feel free to yell at the sky,
Slam your fist and curse
The world,

For I will sit content, listen
And absorb what you have to say.
Help, perhaps, if it is in my power,
Try, most definitely.
CryingI do not cry,
I'm not exactly sure why,
But I do not cry.

*Sigh*, oh how I wish,
Oh how dearly I miss
My tears that cease to exist.

Sometimes, I step beneath the water,
Sometimes, I begin to wonder,
Why?  Why do I not cry?

Do I try to hide it?
Bottle it up a bit?
The shower water rains down,
On my back it hits.

And as the water streams down my face,
My eyes begin to swell,
Maybe crying is not always the case,
Perhaps it is just the feeling,
Like the draining of a well,

So I stick my face beneath the shower,
And let the droplets flow down my cheek,
And wonder if I lack the power
To let loose and just weep.
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.
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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.
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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,
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Have 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.
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~criticfollower Apr 16, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
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~criticfollower Apr 16, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
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~xxsindosyxx Apr 15, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Yes, never again.
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*HectorDefendi-Light Apr 15, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
I can't really say that I have. If Ya wanna talk about it, I am here.
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~BurntBlackRose Apr 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Awww, but that's why we have to watch what we put on a pedistal... God said, "Thou shalt not have any gods before me." I'd like to think that that's not just about honour and respect where honour and respect is due (I mean, he did create the entire UNIVERSE!), but it was also a guideline. If we start putting our highest hopes in sinful humans and things of this fallen world... We're gonna get hurt. I've been there. A lot. It's one of those lessons that I never quite seem to learn...
~Rose
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~idoartguy Apr 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
ah yes, I see what you mean, but it was not religious faith I had put into this thing that caused me to write this. Sort of hard to explain actually xD
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~BurntBlackRose Apr 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I know, but your poetry often reminds me of my faith C; It's wicked cool, though, because sometimes your poetry is --to me-- a God-sent blessing, and you didn't even realize it because it was just a certain phrase or title that reminded me of something that had nothing to do with what you were saying, but it really brightened my day! LOL :D
~Rose
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~idoartguy Apr 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
awh thanks ^^
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~someone-once-said Apr 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
that was really good :)
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~SingingEms7 Apr 13, 2012  Student Writer
Poor guy, what happened? :hug: I do make an effort not to get too attached to people who I don't trust, because it only hurts when they betray you or change for the worse :/
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