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MineI am the black cloud
Floating through the night;
You are the flash of light
Bright and destructive and proud.
I am depression,
Creeping along where you lay;
You are the mischievous play
Smirking without hesitation.
I am doom and strife,
What all pretend to not feel;
You are passion, you are zeal-
You are why I celebrate life.
I am darkness and secrets
Which are best kept unknown;
You are curiosity as it roams
Where others would never step.
I am the darkness,
An ever gloomy ray of sorrow;
Yet you only know to grow,
The air in the lungs filling one's chest.
I am lost-
Am I worth the cost,
You, my deliverer,
To be made l

DrainedI drew paintings of your beauty in my mind for so long
When we finally delved deeper into the unknown, you got lost
I don't know how and don't know where I went wrong
But our love and our caring was ever so short

You sunk your fangs deep into my soul like a vampire
I felt your hurt draw out my feelings, like blood
You drained out my warmth and snuffed my fire
Whelmed with anger, this pain was like a flood.

Why I kissed you last timeI understand it now
One less thing to confuse
I understand it now
Why I kissed you,
The last time I saw you

Not to hold on,
Not to remember,
The "good" times we had
But to remind me
Of how much your lips hurt mine

You killed me
Each time you looked me in the eye
Each time you brushed the hair from my face
Each time you pressed your lips to mine
And each time you smiled when you pulled away

So I kissed you
The last time I'll see you
To remind myself why I let go
Why I couldn't smile or speak around you
Because I love somebody else

sailing oni have been forgotten
left like old shells in another expanse of
desolate sand

free of the erosion, abandoned by the waves

or maybe its i who has forgotten everything else-
cast it away in more glass bottles and faded parchment
let someone else pick up the pieces.

i have none left to give.

Are You Alright?Give it a try
And then you're going to die
Follow your curiosity
And then it'll kill you
Taste all tastes of life
And then you're going to be dead.

It ain't no joke
Get out before there is no more hope
Don't be the first in death's line
Deal with the only reality
Take your soul as high as Heaven
And then you'll be back no longer upset
Your time hasn't come yet.

The Man Who Could Not CryThere once was an old weary man

Who lived near the blue lily pad.

He was curiously quite sad

For an old and elderly man.

Sad indeed for he yearned to cry.

The grim old man.. oh how he'd try,

He'd try and try, but not a tear.

The pain and grief came every year

And did nothing for his true fear.

He'd yell and hurl in search of hope,

Only to find a narrow slope.

This could not be ! This would not last ?

The old lavished man was near passed.

He would not get his one demand

As the world he knew came to stand.

There once was an old tired man,

Who lived near the blue lily pad,

He could not spill a single tear

And he died with his g

Little Shaking GirlLittle shaking girl
with slowly flowing tears
hiding in the dark
of all your thoughts and fears

Little broken angel
with broken heart and wings
you sit and ponder life
and all your broken things

Don't look at your past
don't hide in fear or dark
don't focus on you scars
they're nothing but a mark

Look inside your heart
let the angel soar
let strength mend your wings
and then conquer more

You are beautiful and kind
you have an inner glow
just let it beam brightly
for all the world to know

Untitled 5Weave again your words of poetry
Across the pages of my heart.
Speak softly as your needle moves
To mend the soul you`ve torn apart.

Across the CanvasScattered
Across the canvas..

My dreams
      Brush strokes of pastels.
      A soft breath,
      The rapid beating of a heart,
      Skin warmed by gentle hand.

My Reality
      Another layer of paint
      Thick ,heavy,dark masses.
      Silent sobbing,
      Icy breath and frozen heart.

Have You Ever Died?Have you ever died?
A knife sliced through the soul
A jagged hole where once lived a heart
A rivulet of blood trickles down
A dull throbbing pain
A pain that never goes away
No matter how many tears you cry
Have you ever died?

PeopleI went where I had never gone,
To heal my crooked mind,
But instead of love and healing,
Only darkness I could find,
I use to be only midly sick,
And my fear was only small,
Now the people haunt my dreams,
There the ones that make me fall,
When I was young and happy,
With the world a brighter place,
People were just people,
That eventually I'd face,
But now these eyes have seen the truth,
The reason that I cry,
The Monsters inside people,
Are the reason we must die.

A Million Times.You could break my heart
A million times, and in a
Million dif'rent ways.

I'll still love you;
more than life itself.

I don't care...I don't care if you overlook me,
I never wanted your friendship,
I don't care if you don't speak to me,
I didn't have anything to say to you,
I don't care if you ignore me,
I don't need your attention.

I don't care if you talk about me,
I'm not listening,
I don't care if you insult me,
Do I need your opinion?
I don't care if you hit me,
It only hurts for a while.

I don't care if you tell me to go to hell,
I'll only see you down there.

walkI walk along the frosted edge of morning
as the sun stretches it's long arms into the waking sky
inky blue pushed slowly back like a warm blanket
in that perfect stillness before
even the air seems still as it muffles my foot steps
and the early winter chill leaves frostbite kisses on my cheeks
and makes shapes of my clouded breath
here along the frosted edge of morning

HesitationI stand
And I sit
And I think

I sing
And I smile
And I wander in my mind

In front of the pc
And I see you online
And I hesitate to open the window

Will you be there?
Will you have time to talk?
Do you even wanna talk to me?

I look again
I click on your name
And I type… "hi"

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by *HeadmistressMercedes, Sep 21, 2012, 10:05:29 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

When dark storm clouds coat young maid's head,
She walks, with gloomy, lifeless tread.

Her eyes downcast, her fingers quake,
She dares the world to call her fake.

Her aura grey and mouth down-turned,
return to days of youth, she yearns.

Into herself, her form retreats
though her feet tread on well-worn streets.

To worlds of light and glitt'ring streams,
She hides herself in realms of dreams.

The Recluseby *HeadmistressMercedes

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The next entry in my lil' anthology, couplets. I chose to write about a young girl's longing to retreat into a place where she feels at home, when the world outside gets too loud and obnoxious.

Comments and critiques are always appreciated. The comment button will give you cookies if you push it! G'wan...cooooookies....

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~HeronAria Sep 25, 2012 Student Writer

I really relate to this... I don't know why though, but it's scary how much I relate to this!

*HeadmistressMercedes Sep 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I think more people relate to it then it may seem...the yearning to return to days of youth is almost always there, in my opinion...some people may just not know it.

~HeronAria Sep 30, 2012 Student Writer

I know I miss being a worry free kid. XD I'll never be able to go back to that.

*HeadmistressMercedes Sep 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

That's exactly what I miss...having other people do the worrying for me. It's rather selfish, but it's also the truth...who wants to worry?

~HeronAria Oct 5, 2012 Student Writer

No one does! I love being care free. I even like it when people can tell me what to do when I can't make up my mind. I've just recently had to start making ALL OF MY own decisions.

*HeadmistressMercedes Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah, I know...there's things for my apartment that I've had to get done myself (like getting insurance and stuff like that) and it takes me forever to do it because I'm literally scared to have to take on such a responsibility. I don't like it.

~HeronAria Oct 5, 2012 Student Writer

Same here... I have to take baby steps...and call my parents frequently. XD

*HeadmistressMercedes Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oooh yes, I constantly call and/or email my parents, and I stay with them most weekends (mostly cuz I hate where I live, but still.) I'm still trying to switch banks...something I've been meaning to do for a while...but I have to ask mommy dearest what I'm looking for in a credit card again...I forget what she told me >.< I feel so little

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~starell Sep 25, 2012

Lovely rhythm! Very nice imagery as well, love your last line!

*HeadmistressMercedes Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much! Glad you enjoyed it

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