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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...

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.

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.

PurestSuch a delicate soul,
A sweet spirit she has,
And how it breaks my heart
When she is hurt,
For purity can be scarred
Without protection,
And I hope I can provide
What I can.
Beautiful eyes, yes, very much so,
And how they fill me with joy when I
Glance at them,
Ah yes,
Quite magnificent indeed.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

Rainy DaysMost people I have seen
Seem to long for days filled with sunshine
And joy, unlike me however.
I, for one, despise when the sun is not
Hidden behind a mask of the dark, wisps of
Clouds, for it beams down all too much
And too strong.
When the previous rain's moisture is in the air,
And a gentle breeze flows over the area,
I take in the scents, and that one of
A kind feeling I cannot achieve anywhere,
Nor anytime else.

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.

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...

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.

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.

Text Message We can be alone, together.
Alone, together, forever.
We can face this world together.
Hand in hand, open minded and open hearted...
As a team, we could take down anything.
Conquer the problems that challenge us,
And save the victims of life's cruel reality.
I think we could make it out there.
I'm sure of it, I'll have your back,
And you could have mine.
We'll protect each other from harm.
Forever.
And Always.
Forever and always.

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Dead GardenI stroll by the sideline of the parking lot,
The same place the field was,
Were the children played games of ball
And that stranger had foreseen our yet to happen future.
What I see is a dead garden, the life
Seemingly choked from it's very being.
A fountain sits on the edge,
Looking for redemption and the warmth
Of the very lilies that lie wilted,
Dead around it's circumference.
Pits of dust and daises are curled up
Like a small girl would to her mother.
A ring of concrete blocks protects this family of
Sorrow and false hope,
But as we all know,
All blooms back with the unknown heat of Spring.

Heart Like IceLike the living Hell it caused me,
But it must have finally froze over.
Maybe it was from so much coldness you sent,
Pumping ice and rock into my bloodstream.

It started out slow, just as anything that freezes,
Circulating through me, as cold as it can be
And the ground up rocks ripped through my veins.
It slithered on, tearing me restlessly and

Causing my outside to bruise grotesquely.
You must have seen it, for the ice and rock in
My blood just kept flowing through as you commanded.
It stop abruptly, shocked and stilled, swishing

In proportion to my movements I could still manage.
But you let it go on then, with only a minute t

Why'd You Come Back?You hurt me before,
If not brutishly massacred me...
And then you come back?
Only to slam my face in a pit of dead roses?
Those roses once were something...

Self ConfidenceSometimes, I don't know where to begin...
It's a long story to tell, hard, painful,
Miserably tearful and full of regret and despair.
But something as just occurred to me.
You cannot move onto anything great unless you
Really believe you can.
You must have faith in yourself,
Don't sell yourself short, because everyone
Is different, just as we are supposed to be.
I think that the world's problem is that
All of us can't stop thinking negative!
We are like a pit of darkness, a black hole,
Something that light cannot escape from to be revealed.
But now, think.
We have to be positive, happy and non remorseful.
We can do this,
We

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

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by ~idoartguy, Apr 17, 2012, 1:35:51 PM
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A kind word can heal a simple wound
While a hurtful oath can just bring about a thousand more.

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~sami121candy Apr 22, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

short but lovley

~BurntBlackRose Apr 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

#True Story
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~MHmania Apr 18, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

short and true

~HowlingSpiritLupus Apr 18, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Such a short true poem, that means more than the words say. I adore it!

~Ilostthegame Apr 17, 2012

So very, very true.

~xxsindosyxx Apr 17, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Your poetry is fantabulous!! So deep and truthful c:

~3moPenguin Apr 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Great writing man, hope you don't mind but I used this in a poetry analysis for my creative writing class.

~idoartguy Apr 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

As long as you give me credit, of course.

~sam7elric Apr 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

BEST SHORT POEM EVER!

~Zirco206 Apr 17, 2012 Student General Artist

i agree....

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