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World's virtuesLet me go
I feel abused
Disowned
Misused
Like an illusion
A part of a dream
A toy from your collection
In a wicked playground

It's time to part
Go away
Grow up and leave your toys
Here in this place
You're not a disgrace, young man
In your face I see perfection
You just did what had to be done
And if things went wrong
Well, that's how it was meant to be all along
Just go your way

Tell me now
What have you done
You stand stronger now
You see further up
The dreams you have take you higher
Grow wings, young man
Don't be afraid to be a boy
The one who made me feel abused
Disowned
Misused
And made an illusion out of me
Pursue your dreams, young

Angels pure as mudMuddied water stains the cloth of angels,
Seeping into their flesh and bone
Becoming them,
Taking them,
Corrupting them,
Killing them.

Admist the green smoke
Devils lurk in silence
Choking these angels
Betraying them to cancerous life
and ill lasting ecstacy

They work in silence
Their actions repeating sin until it's all that's left
She's been taken
From the outside in muddied water
From the inside with cancerous bindings

This angel is dead
And the devils move on

Past To PresentPast To Present:

Isn't it weird?
The bad things that happen.
Can turn into good.
I was hurt from the start.
You founded my heart.
A past so brutal.
Making life crucial.
Though I know with you.
I will no longer feel blue.
The past long passed.
Present still with holds.
What I know today.
Is from here on out.
Never looking back.
For dreams are pleasant.
From Past To Present.

Because You Make Me HappyI write when I am happy
I write when I am sad
I write when I am angry
I write when I am glad
I write because I feel
And tonight I write for you
For you make me happier
Than any who have come before

MoonlightWhen I look at the moon
I think of beauty
And the last few nights
While I've watched it's light
Reflect off the rippling water
I've thought of you
I'm unsure of what this means
Other than I am close
Close to finding you
But even when I do
You will not know
For I can't bring myself to tell you
And maybe this means
We're not meant to be
Because most certainly
You will never be
The one looking for me

I was sorrowful oh rainFailures cling desperately to my crippled acts.
What meaning has life following deserted tracks?

Lost all I have; heeds no one still
my thoughts distraught, my heart 's ill

I wail in seclusion within plain barren lands
praying help shall descend through mysterious hands

But a dream would it be wishing, a foolish one too;
all men are happy and content; their sky depicts blue

Yet my sky growls and cries, for thunder reigns high
but I yearn for this thunder; for this rain to come by

A raindrop with a plop splashes my face
it wipes off the tears that have stained my façade

My whimpers grow silent, the wind hushes up.
Like a slo

Smile Today, Darling!This mirror does not show me.

All I see is a girl, pale as the moonlight,
The ghost of a heart once pure white.

But when I lift my hand, she lifts hers too.
Who is this girl? She's blurred into ash hues.

There's something, though, that screams out loud:
A sparkle in her eye proclaims, "I AM PROUD."

A twitch at her lips, a fourth of a smile
Surfaces from a decade's exile.

A burst of a rainbow, a ray of sunshine,
'I'M GOING TO LIVE," is today's headline.

So now, I finally see me.

Save meI lost myself in non real world. Save me
I don't recognize my own soul. Save me
I've caused myself heartbreak. Save me
I don't want heart that aches. Save me

Rain keeps calling my name. Save me
Wind took my spirit away. Save me
I'm too tired of these games. Save me
I am the only one to blame. Save me

People won't notice my pain. Save me
I'm tired of counting the days. Save me
I died but I'm living again. Save me
I have nothing but the rain. Save me

Scarlet PulpThump

Do you hear it?

Thump

It hammers against your chest.

Thump

Do you feel it?

Thump

It smacks against your breast.

Thump…

Thump…

Every tremor cracks your rib,
Every crack jolts your senses,
Red mass thrums against bone,
Rotund, Fleshy, Grotesque.

Thump…

Thump…

Crimson flows within wires
Swollen like bruised skin,
Thunder gathers in your ears,
Heat swelters across your cheeks.

Thump

Do you hear it?

Thump

Bulbous, Gelatinous, Grotesque.

MistakeIf only I had known that

This is what we'd become.

If I could go back,

Change what I've done.

You should know that I would.

Just look at what I've done now.

Everything is so broken.

If only I just know how,

Take back what I've spoken,

I would if I could.

But now it's too late,

The damage is done.

I took all the hate.

I want to go back to one.

Do I have to go away

Just because of one mistake?

Why couldn't it stay?

Was so much at stake?

I'm tired of pretending

There's no use of it now.

Is this really the ending?

Guess I regret it somehow.

Don't we all stumble?

Don't we all feel small?

Don't we all have trouble feeling hu

Not always the endThe seasons are passing,
That is unchanging.
The first leaves start to fall,
Leaving the tree alone, standing tall.

The flowers are withering,
The morning dew still slightly glimmering.
Life slowly being taken from the earth,
Letting the Winter prepare it for rebirth.

After the Winter the earth will be reborn,
The farmers will the harvest their corn.
New flowers will grow,
Be it fast or slow.

Forgetting the Winter and it's icy cold.
Leaving but the future to unfold.
The cold Winter removed old life,
Just to make place for new life.

An end is not always an end,
But make sure your time wasn't misspend.
The end is just a new st

ClownYou became a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
Jumping from here to there
Smiling until your tears make you drown

And you get flashback of the past
That cold November night
When the winds shattered your hopes
It was forbidden to dream of light

You can't help it
You bleed your tears away
The owner of your soul is wanted
Your ship is so far from this bay

You've got nine lives
But you're left with one
Who will take it?
Its killer is unknown

You're a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
When you cry,
You never leave a sound

Count Down from Ten10 months of being locked away
stuck in that basement I now call home

9 weeks to complete your dirty pleasures
quickly leaving me paralyzed in pain

8 days to pray for an end
in the hopes that some one will save me

7 minuets to remember the good
but never to forget my sins

6 terrifying things to say
they only make me sink deeper into the darkness

5 kicks to my stomach
make me puke my guts out

4 chains tying me down
I may never escape his deadly grasp

3 punches to my face
let the pain turn to numbness

2 long hours of screaming
slowly becoming silent and now useless to him

1 bullet straight through my heart
but I'm only one

New DayNew Day:

Each one is different.
Bringing new hard ships,
yet dropping others.
Though each day with you,
feels like no other.
And let this be true.
My feelings not blue.
Spending each moment together.
Eternally forever.
Let the sun rise and set.
On our shoulders alone.
And know no matter what it brings.
The water will cast our shadow.
As the sun sets at the bay.
Arms around you every New Day.

SuicideThe pain and agony
Of every day life
The sheer will to live
Slowly depleting

All of those people
Telling you you're wrong
That you are worthless
Slowly gets in your skull

You start pondering
"What would it be like with me gone?"
Soon the thought
Take over your soul

You practice how
You'll take your life
Too scared
To give it a try

Then one day
You're pushed over the edge
You take your weapon
And pull the life out of its body

All the lives
You left behind
Wonder what they did wrong
What they could have done

But its too late
You're already gone
They shall mourn
You won't care

You are above the world
In the world of

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Desire & Denial

by *Onii-chan93, Nov 2, 2012, 7:05:54 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Anger has found its way into me again.

The thoughts twist in a mess of rage, agony, and sorrow.

Images blur in my mind and get mixed with a reality that doesn't exist.

The thoughts move with the music I listen to.

I was just listening to them but, they skip back and forth on one specific section;
a broken record.

My hands shake with anxiety as my hunger for a taste that I can't give increases when the moon shines upon my insanity.

The pain in my chest appears when hearing your voice, but is killed by the spike of reality pierces through.

All sound goes into a sound that doesn't reach my ears.

Hot tears feel like molten metal as they inch their way to the earth.

I pray that it will end sooner tonight, but I know it’s won’t go away.

It only leaves and hides behind a fake smile or an innocent laugh.

I pray these feelings find salvation.

To find a home, to find warmth,

Because,

I don't want to feel this misery anymore.

Desire & Denialby *Onii-chan93

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

These feelings burn in my chest...I want them to sleep so I can finally rest at night peacefully.

love 2 2

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wow 1 1

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~joseppe619 Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

;U; Such beautiful descriptive language...
This whole thing is written like a shakespearian Free-Verse.
And the message...
Dude, i hope ya feel better. Asking for my opinions about problems is part of my critique process.
A healthy artist can produce better art, right?

*Onii-chan93 Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Right. To be honest, I don't remember writing this. I guess I blacked out

~joseppe619 Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

O3O Oh my god. Seriously?
Well, that's... Most unfortunate.

*Onii-chan93 Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Yeah. Oh well, I'm over it mostly now.

~joseppe619 Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Ah, that's good!

*Onii-chan93 Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Yeah

!EmptyBowlOfHope Nov 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Whoa, you're an awesome writer!!

I love this, and I feel as though I honestly can relate..
You've pretty much just organized my jambled thoughts and put it all together to explain and describe how I feel inside. But I could never find the words before. I love it. ^_^

*Onii-chan93 Nov 16, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thank you

!EmptyBowlOfHope Nov 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Anytime ^^

*Nine-Inch-N41L5 Nov 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is brilliant! I love the line "Hot tears feel like molten metal as they inch their way to the earth."

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