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Dreamer of DreamsEyes so green – deeper than the seas and with
Thoughts so far away; she was the dreamer of all dreams.
They told her she couldn’t succeed
Yet she tried and tried.
And eventually fell victim
To the abuse and lies.

Her smile held beauty that none could compare, but her
Confidence was shaken and she was struck with despair.
For the words that they had spoken
Got lost inside her head.
To the world she was alive,
But in her heart she was dead.

She found solace in a friend whose name we all know:
Crack cocaine became her lover and it became her foe.
Now she felt she had done
What they said she would do.
“Not only am I a failu

When you demand it.When I was a little girl
my mother used to tell me
"you will not understand
the magnitude of what you've said
until you've said it."

And, as promised,
I have come to tell you: I've said it.

I have come to tell you
I felt the vibrato
coax my deepest bones:
an immortal vex, a cage
of everything alive beneath my flesh;
the things that will stay alive
after everything alive in my body
has turned to ash.

I have come to tell you
I felt the magnitude build
in my chest like the flapping
of birds, dead things
I assumed would never
breathe life, that I would never
understand what it is like
to choke on their tiny bones
while I trip over my words.

I

lets take a trip down memory lane.I don't understand why
people are so afraid of monsters
if monsters have always lived inside your mind.
You make my heart bleed,
it's like your my favorite ghost.

Don't you worry child,
I'll come to steal your soul away at midnight.
(Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.)

I'm so happy,
'cause today I found my friends-
they're in my head.

It's true that romance is dead,
I shot it in the chest,
then in the head.
(Dream, dream your broken dream,
I'll come for you again.)

What Else Can You Say?There are two types of sadness.

One that you just ignore, and power through. You go out with your friends, you eat, you laugh. You celebrate the gift that is life. Happiness returns quickly.

The other... you let consume you. You lock yourself away, and turn off your phone. You cry, and don't stop. You denounce the turmoil that is life. Happiness returns slowly, even though you don't think it will.

Inevitably, for both, the 'metaphoric' sun will shine again, drying up the puddles - or sometimes floods - that have fallen from the storm known as "depression" and the hurricane known as "life".

That's kind of a ridiculous thing to say, isn't i

The Pixelated Mani am just a single pixel,
a tiny dot on the digital canvas of my life,
a speck of grey in a sea of color,
a whirlpool of life and frivolity,
yet the sea is far away,
i am but a single pixel on a blank canvas,
a single pixel can never see a bigger picture,
yet somehow i am okay this way,
a single solitary pixel,
and yet all the same i cling to hope,
i hope that one day i will be joined by other pixels,
so that we may form a beautiful picture,
a special little masterpiece

Your Skin to that BladeYour Skin to that Blade

You take your skin to that blade
That thin piece of sharp metal
To go beneath your skin.

That moment when you feel that rush
The rush of a red river
flowing down your wrist
The release of your demons.

Weather it's across the stream
or down the street
That first slice becomes an addiction
Addiction of ecstasy when you
bring your skin to that blade.

The next day people are asking you
"Why are you wearing a long sleeve shirt in this weather"
with your reply of "I'm just cold."
When you fill your wrists with bracelets
or the “my cat scratched me” excuse.

You will say anything believable just so
yo

lostI see them slip one by one, all my dreams

Try so hard to catch them, but they dance away it seems.

I don’t want my friends to be my only source of hope

I don’t want to hurt myself anymore just to cope.

This life hasn’t turned out the way I wanted it to be

I’m scared of a future I’m not sure I want to see.

Everyday I feel more confused, feel even more lost

I want to die but I’m not sure if its worth the cost~

Have you seen that girlHave you seen that girl
With the yellow clothing
Running around, making too much noise?

I’m afraid I haven’t
I’ve seen the girl in blue though
She was calm, yet seemed troubled

What’re you talking about
I’ve only seen the girl in black
Packed with danger, yet kept to herself

Ah, were you guys just talking about me?

They all turned
To find the girl
The color they each want to see
For she is nothing
But
A mirror
That shows what you want to see
But never
Revealing the hidden part inside

WHAT WILL I LEAVEWHAT WILL I LEAVE

the fear of being
alone and afraid
after all this an
insecure man is made
will they leave me
alone before die
when I'm gone
will anyone cry
I start to think
what I would do
if you were gone
would I fade too
will they see a
dark ghost of me
a lone grave stone
what will they see
I always wear my
fear on my sleeve
when I finally die
what will I leave

Dear PrincessDear Princess: where have you gone?
Your Knight searches high and low for you -
Your Jester needs to tell some jokes to you -
Your Sister longs to play games with you-
And all your subjects want to hear you sing!

Sweet Princess: why did you leave us?!
Your Knight will always fight for you -
Your Jester will always have tricks and puzzles for you -
Your Sister will always be there for you -
As will all your subjects!

Lovely Princess: please come back!
Your Knight no longer has strength to fight -
Your Jester can no longer sing or

PoetryWords of a silver tipped tongue
Rhymes of over emotional young.
Tales of unrequited loves
Symbols with crows and doves.

Ink of mournful tears
Mixed of adolescent fears.
Bars of a hateful cage
Crafted of blinding rage.

Memories of the glorious past
Times of joy that can't last.
Fantasies of dreams so sweet
Realities of tragic defeat.

VoiceSometimes, you want to tell people things. You don't want to keep it all inside anymore...then you gather the courage to do so, only to have them suddenly do something that makes you feel like "Oh, things are going to go back to normal. It will be okay." Though, you know that's not true. You become an empty shell of who you are. You feel hollow, but that can't be. You still feeling that pain, right? There's has to be something there, something you can fix. There's still time!

So many tears. So much effort. So little time you have on this Earth. What's the point now? You can't do anything. You've already lost. Head tilted as you look dazed in

UntitledIt is time to say goodbye
You cannot handle the distance between us
Though we meet and touch every single day
You sensed that I was distant half of the time
I don’t want you to know why
I don’t want you to understand
Do not think of me and
Do not say that you love me

I might just love you back

Strength...Strength..It's something we all have.
But Strength,is something we all have to earn,work hard for,and want.
Strength.We all have our strong points.And our weak points.
Strength.It's something that gets us through a tough day.
Strength.It gives us the right to be who we choose.
Strength.To fight every battle that comes our way.And we won't go down so easily.
Strength.Motivating the fallen and raise their hopes to fight again.
Strength.It's something that lays deep beneath our souls and hearts.We need to let it push to the outer core and let it shine.
Strength.It's our hopes,friends,family,and our way of life.
Strength.It gives you the urge to do whats right.
Strength.We all have it.Let it shine through the veil of darkness that shadows us constantly.
Strength.It's stronger than a blade.It keeps our minds sharp
Strength.It's the thing that lets us keep our heads up high.To show our superior love.Life.Soul

12 a.m.12 a.m.
And her mind wanders.
She tends to think about
something that happened 5 years ago,
or something that happened
two hours ago,
or something that could
happen 10 years from now.

Her mind is like a hurricane,
it's a wreck.
It's full of beautiful yet awful thoughts.
It's 1 a.m.
And her mind
continues to wander.

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Drinks and Drugsby ~xinsomniakydx

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Urban & Spoken Word

Drinks and drugs ; for ~Woduwan, because we're on the same bus. At last, after all...

*lcipher42 Jun 16, 2010 Professional General Artist

Somehow I didn't really picture you as someone who would drink or get high much, but it's always interesting to see part of someone that you didn't know about or expect to find there. And this is a damn good piece of writing!

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~Ebrethil Jun 12, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Interesting concept you use here

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~xinsomniakydx Jun 13, 2010 Student General Artist

Thank you dear

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~Ebrethil Jun 14, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Pleasure

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~mouseluva Jun 12, 2010 Student General Artist

Wow... The repetition in this piece is very powerful, and the complete lack of rhyme sets a beautiful sombre tone for it as well.
Also, I'm sorry you're on the bus, but I'm glad you're there together so you have someone to lean on. Someone like you will be a great help to him/her and you deserve someone to lean on too :3

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~xinsomniakydx Jun 12, 2010 Student General Artist

You think so..? Because I thought it has lack meaning with the repetition..

And yes... you dont know how glad i was too..

Thank you <3

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~mouseluva Jun 12, 2010 Student General Artist

(:

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!Woduwan Jun 11, 2010

Holy sh*t! That is intense and so true. It's what I should have penned but didn't find the words. I'm glad you posted this and I'm sorry we're on the same bus, but I'm glad we're on the same bus.

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~xinsomniakydx Jun 12, 2010 Student General Artist

I am glad too.

Glad you like it too (:

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