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Worry"Worry," such a helpless word,

 More helpless than that baby bird.

 My feeling, My emotions, why do You exist?

 Why do You eternally put Me through this?

Go away, I want certainty here,

 Please just go, just disappear.

 I don't need You, You're unwanted,

 Go back to the one You previously haunted.

You have overcome My fortress, My body,

 Now You sit, waiting in My sanctioned lobby.

 Ready to strike, to cause great fear,

 Your presence is known, You made it quite clear.

You haven't left, You never did,

 You stayed and made it morbid.

 I hate You, I wish You'd leave,

 Sadly, You've been here since I was conceived.
Restless StruggleThe fight within, all hearts poured out,

 Across the room, a scream, a shout.

 A fist in the wall, a door slammed shut,

 Regretful words, because I opened up.

Now I leave, You chase after Me,

 Emotionally distressed, verbal battery.

 You continue to follow, an unwanted choice,

 I'm trying to get away from Your screaming voice.

I got away, my thoughts scattered,

 I sit down, family divided and shattered.

 Another dysfunctional family, what's new?

 The strings were pulled, what else could I do?

 Nothing.

I'm not looking for picture perfect,

 Just a change in dialect.

 The happiness, the love,

 Has always been there,
Her VoiceHer voice, that of which utters words of love,

 Speak softer than feathers of a dove.

 Her words show Him faithful promise,

 He believes Her, hoping He won't trip upon this.

Her voice is that which beauty is given,

 A voice of an angel sent from Heaven.

 Her syllables singing throughout His ear,

 Her leaving turns out to be His biggest fear.

Her voice is everything He wants,

 It's what He breathes, He's happy for once.

 He hopes with Her for that happy ending,

 Their love will always be transcending.
I Miss YouYou're far away, but You're right next to Me,

 For You are my bride-to-be.

 My heart beats to the sound of Your voice,

 Our love so beautiful, like a pond full of Koi.

 I just want to say, I miss You.

You're amazing, You make Me smile,

 Even if You're away a hundred miles.

 I'll do whatever it takes, You know this is true,

 You know everything I do, I do for You.

 I just want to say, I miss You.

I'll show You, I'll keep this promise,

 That awaiting day, sealed with a kiss.

 You'll be in white, I'll be in black,

 To look forward, to never turn back.

 I just want to say, I miss You.

We're old now, You're still beautif
What Poetry is to MeWhat poetry is to me,

 Is an escape into a mindless sea,

 A place where I can write endlessly,

 About the wonders and ruins of this world I see.

What poetry is to me,

 Is this I write accordingly,

 The words that are crafted so beautifully,

 By those who let go willingly.

What poetry is to me,

 Is not the same for everybody,

 That different style, whatever it may be,

 Keep it going and you'll succeed.
HappinessWhat is happiness, you might ask,

 Is it wild laughter, or found within a flask?

 It differs in people, a variety of sorts,

 Can be found in fellowship, meditation, or even in sports.

The peak to happiness is one hell of a climb,

 Happiness won't reveal itself, it takes time.

 Once released, it's truest form shown,

 You see life's face, your mind blown.

Discovering true happiness is everyone's goal,

 The dice is handed, it's your turn to roll.

 The path is yours, whichever you choose,

 There's no turning back, win or lose.
A Man of ClayA lonely man, different from the norm,

 Steered away from others while walking to His dorm.

 His desires, His wants, His transformation,

 Soon to come with His precise observations.

He studies the jocks, they get all the ladies,

 While they drive around in their nice Mercedes.

 He couldn't play sports, He was not athletic,

 Looking at himself in the mirror, feeling so pathetic.

He studies the other popular people,

 The ones who do nothing on their high steeple.

 Why are they liked, what do they do?

 Party and drugs, not His type of crew.

He looks at himself, He looks at the nerds,

 He looks at them again, quite the herd
Just Imagine, You're All AloneJust imagine, you're all alone,

Left in the world on your own.

To fend for yourself, find your smile,

Yes, find it, it's been quite awhile.

You can't breathe, you're being suffocated,

The world is too much to bear, you need to be relocated.

Another place, smaller, much smaller,

You can do it, there, you'll feel so much taller.

Gain your confidence, no it's been shattered, just hide,

One day you'll be able to say that you have your pride.

Pride beyond compare, you can do anything,

Is doing anything the right thing?

The kids shouting "YOLO," adults shouting "Carpe Diem!"

Wishing you could do the same, begging, pleading.

You can, d
BonesCarefully carry me home
it has been a long and unpleasant day
and so the time has
come to rest

My friends

Lay me down on a
thorny bed
and watch as I turn
to stone

In a most awkward way
the time has come
to end the night and the
Day

Sleep me well
in cursive writing
and watch me as
I turn to ash
on stony beds of
rock and clay

although it was not
your plan

Carefully,
quite carefully
carry me home
I will rest
my weary and unsavory
Bones
A Role in LifeEveryone on this luscious, green Earth,

 A purpose, a part, every one, every birth,

Has their role in life, a meaning,

 Even if it's writing or competitive eating,

You never know, it could be great,

 To be a CEO, or finding your soul mate.
Unspoken Words of a Lost ManI see no end to these thoughts, these fears,
confused and befuddled, yet, they're still here.

They linger and hop around your head,
they continue to go, whilst laying in bed.

When you can feel every thistle provoking your veins,
you know they have taken o'er the domain.

You are lost, no, yes, yes I am lost,
lost in the woods of these sheltered thoughts.

Pain is but a sign you're alive,
while you drown in your fears, are you still alive?
to love you is to lieby dolan grey

to love you is to lie;
to deceive you is to betray myself.

to curse you is to send my heart to something else,
perhaps a ghost of what I imagined,
last spring, in the rain, under the full moon,
that open heart, willing soul, and I knew them both.

to love you is to die;
to trick you is to destroy myself.

shattered windows and bloodstains,
my mind torn from my body as I tried to
fathom
my stars all falling from the sky.

loving you is agony;
shunning you is pain.

not again, said my corpse,
my battered conscience,
this house is built on stone!
but summer brought heat,
autumn brought wind, and
winter brought the chill of de
LaLa-Nora's GATHERING IN THE FOREST
There was an old owl who sat on a limb
Of a tree in a very old wood.
Never opening his eyes, never making a sound,
Other animals weren’t sure that he could.

They would all gather round to watch him and wait
For a sign that the creature yet lived.
But all was in vain, for he sat like a stone,
And no clue the old fowl would give.

“Perhaps we should poke him,” a squirrel did suggest,
“Not hard, just a very light touch.”
“I think we should leave him alone,” said the fox,
“He’s not bothering us very much.”

“Well, thank you, friend fox,” the bird suddenly spoke,
His golden e
The BeachShe Made It Fun
She Made the Ocean Clean
She Made It Look Wholesome
 
She Didn't Come to The Gulf
 
Where the Wild Winds Blow Sand and Salt
Where the Water Teams with Jellyfish
Wher Tar Balls Litter the Beach
 
 
Not AgainDays
Nights
I know not
He is There
Why?
He SHOULD NOT BE!
Pleasure
Pain
It is HIM AGAIN
In My DREAMS
He is There
As A Nightmare?
No!
I Love Him!
It is She That Corrupts
I Feel
Betrayed
By My Own Heart
Every Day
Every Night
I Say NOT AGAIN!
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I Love You

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You are the sea I swim in,

 You are the oil to My tin,

 I love You dearly, from My heart within,

 I'll always love You, always, till the end.

The day We started talking, I never thought I'd say,

 The three worded phrase that makes My every day,

 I love You so much, I love You in every way,

 I love You, simply, tell me You'll stay?

I'll show You a whole new world, under a whole new light,

 I'll treat You better than Your past, I'll treat You right,

 I'm not perfect, I know We'll argue, I know We'll fight,

 But I promise to do what I can to make You smile again at night.
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~vivere-amor-enim Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Gorgeous:)
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=asianstateofmind Feb 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
^^ :)
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