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Wasted tears, Wasted yearsThese tears i've cried
Are bitter when tasted
My time is wasted
On people who don't care
Who weren't there
And certainly aren't here now
To witness how,
She fell
Her color and vibrancy drained dry
A World Of Gray
A World Of Gray

The dull sun glares upon our society
On this meaningless morning of today

Reflecting each others hypocrisy
Transfixed on each others gaze

Think-headed and relaxed
Nonchalant and vexed

Practicing the art of being ungrateful
Portraying the act of an imbecile
-
Some say that it's just life's cycle
As they lie through convincing smiles

Feeding false information
Teaching faults from past generations

There's all different kinds of people
Who carry around different kinds of evil

My skin turns to stone! / My blood turns to ash!
My heart I disowned! / My sins drown in a mass!

My organs turn to dust! / My sight becomes colorless
Milky Way
As I lay on the ground and look up at the stars,
crickets are chirping their songs from afar.
From my home on the hill the view is sublime,
such heavenly scenes inspire many a rhyme.

As I gaze I soon wonder what life's all about,
hatred and wars sometimes cause me to doubt.
Yet surely this cosmic dance high 'bove my head,
was created by Someone whose heart for me bled.

This I am sure of, and yes, this I believe,
that the "Someone" who made us wants us to be free.
Free from the pain and the sorrow and guilt,
free to seek peace on this planet He's built.

For now such things, too wonderful for me,
has made my head sleepy, it's time for my tea
PerfectionPerfection.

She lodges her fingers down her throat.

Clasping onto the wall as she recklessly chokes.

She reinserts her fingers back in forcibly.

Deliriously trying to make her body thinner.

She swoons and slumps to the floor nauseously

As she attempts to regurgitate her dinner.

Her throat aches as she screeches out coarsely,

With her hand covering the image in the mirror.

Her head now rests on the on the rim of the toilet seat.

She wants to eat but she just has not got in her.

She desperately begins to scream out inaudibly.

Her mouth now tastes of something pulpy and bitter.

She examines the red color of the fluid cautiously.

Re
Precious LoveHow many turns are needed
To select a single road?
And to feel that is mine forever?
How many times hesitant
I give up winning
And decided to be wise
Avoiding what is different?
It is the time stolen from the reason to exist
A moment spent and wasted
That... is Love
Precious Love
A destination drawn on a fake map
A distant future, delusional
That... is Love
Precious Love
How many wounds are needed
For it to drain away new blood
And ignite the flame missing
Promising that is forever now?
It is the time stolen from the reason to exist
A moment spent and wasted
That... is Love
Fearful , precious Love
406when I opened my eyes,
everything had changed.

people smiled & laughed &
they looked through me
as 1 looks through a
stained glass window.

my eyes were raw,
my skin was shiny & new.

I woke
and I was no longer needed

but I was wanted
& that was my happiness.
Empty HopeI hate when I get the feeling of hope, empty hope.
When you know it will just lead to another cliff.
It’s a feeling that clouds your judgment,
that you chase after, and once it clears
it’s too late and you’ve already fallen
But it’s the path to that cliff, that’s just so enticing
Full of excitement, curiosity and joy,
feelings once thought lost.
You can feel it and it’s true
But you can’t quite get a grasp on it
It teases and pulls you closer.
Then poof; it’s gone.
It’s clear again
And you’re alone,
with only a memory;
Of what was and could have been
but never will be again.
Love-hate relationshipI love you althoug I hate you.
I hate you althoug I love you.

Go! - Stay! - Go! - Stay!

I will forget you! -  Stand by me!
Donīt leave me! -  Go away!
It hurts to be with you.
It hurts to stay away from you.
How should I react? What should I do?
Want to love you! -  Want to get away from you!

Go! - Stay! - Go! - Stay!

Your behavior, your presence:
Like a Drug. - Like Acid!
I donīt know what I should do.
Run away! - Stay!

Happy. - Destroyed. - Setisfied. - Desperate.
I want just you! - I don`t need you!
īCause I love you althoug I hate you.
`Cause I hate you althoug I love you.
ReincarnationReincarnation

A cascading aura of soothing warmth
Flowing gently in graceful waves
Descending from the incarnated form
As it stands there in radiant calm
Emergent from the valley of shadows
Gliding through dust and neglect
The feeling, the ideal, the desire
Reunited after that lonely absence

I want to welcome it, to let in again
But the memories of the past remind me
That feeling is a master of deception
It promises wonders and enlightenment
A world free from my constant darkness
The visions only present in my dreams
Taunting illusions of a better life
A claim hanging on each word it says

They say the feeling is to be cherished
To be embra
If Only They KnewWe hide away from the pain,
Your scars covered with sleeves,
Your sadness, masked with a smile,
If only they knew, if only…

The eyes of many always watching,
Waiting for that one mistake,
All they want is for you to fall,

But you’re strong,
Keeping all the pain inside,
Hiding behind that beautiful smile,
If only they knew,

All you want is to cry out,
You just need that shoulder,
That one friend to lend a hand,

But when you need them the most,
You turn them away,
Your reassuring words sending you further into the darkness,
If they only knew,

The eyes of many always watching,
Waiting for that one mistake,
Waiting to see you
ScarsStanding in the shower
Skin turning redder

I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins

Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight

The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me

I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?
Three Years AgoThree years ago,
A lie changed my life,
It cut me in half,
Just like a knife.

Three years ago,
My family almost feel,
And it changed me,
Sending me to hell.

Three years ago,
I picked up the blade,
For the very first time,
Making the old me fade.

Three years ago,
I risked everything,
All caused by a lie,
I decided to fling.

That all happened three years ago,
When I made a mistake,
And grabbed that blade,
Using it for all the peace I could take.
For I AmSticks and stones may break my bones

Taunts aplenty come from your lips, hurt so much comes from your hands and feet as you attack me, insults never seem to stop coming from you.  You try to bring me down, you try to crush my spirit.
You are succeeding, yet you are also failing.  A part of me is still fighting against the misery you bring upon me.

But your words can only graze me

You call me a freak, an it, a thing.  You demand me to be just like you because you are too close minded to understand that no one can be exactly like you, no one can be what you demand them to be.
You and your friends who follow you around, who don’t think
Sunset SilhouetteI lay the rose on your grave.
Today I stop being brave.

The time taken to grieve.
Given as a small reprieve.

The tears I let fall are trapped in midnight.
Brought on by the still twilight.

My eyes scan the horizon-
As night takes the forgiven.

The stars capture my eyes-
While the dark takes the sky.

---

I hope that you can see me-
That I might just make it yet.

As I stare into the sun-
My eyes capture your Sunset Silhouette

---

My hands shake-
As the world quakes.

A small release of pent-up rage-
Tears of ink upon a page.

My words can’t bring you home.
Until they can I’ll roam alone.

Within the sun I see your ghost-
Bu
Plastic FlowersThe green haired boy sat on a chair in the corner of the diner, kicking his feet through the linoleum floor tiles. None of the patrons noisily taking advantage of the all-day breakfast at seven in the evening to noticed.  The boy had no food in front of him, but the seat across the table had a half-finished stack of pancakes sitting in front of an empty chair.

He blinked, green eyes skipping across his fellow diners but finding no immediate entertainment, apart from rattling the cutlery at table five, he turned his gaze towards the large plastic daisy that was in a vase by the condiments with its head pressed up against the window. A seam ra
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Roses Are Red

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Roses are red
Violets are blue
There isn't a thing
I'd do without you.

But the roses are wilting
The violets; they're dead.
Your body's on the floor
And my hands are stained red.

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Roses Are Redby ~Eevee1999

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You know, I don't know whether or not to decide if the 'main character' is the killer or tried to help the woman. Or maybe he's responsible for her death and had metaphorical blood on his hands! God, I'm going too deep into this. How 'bout you decide?

Poem (C) C.J.Smith/ 2013
©2013 ~Eevee1999
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~Archaeopteryx14 May 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Well that's depressing!
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~malonepony Mar 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
for the second stanza, mebe this would work:
But the roses are wilting
The violets; they're dead
Your bodies so still
And my hands so red

Better? I think it flows a bit smoother, but I might just be an idiot xD.
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~Eevee1999 Mar 16, 2013  Student General Artist
I do like your idea, but I still like mine better, no offense ^^; But thank you for taking time out of your day to give a new suggestion for my poem. (Honestly, I won't ever change this no matter what; it is the way I like it, but seriously, thank you for the insight!)
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~malonepony Mar 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
It's fine for you to love your work :) The poem is beautiful either way. The flow of words is really pretty with a haunting tone, I really like your writing style! The fact that you won't change this means that this must really mean something to you, and that's great with all that goes around us in our daily lives! Thanks for taking the time to read my comment :)
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~Eevee1999 Mar 16, 2013  Student General Artist
No no no, thank you for taking your time to devise such wonderful comments! :hug:
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~Eevee1999 Mar 16, 2013  Student General Artist
Also, thanks for the fave!
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~Tiffersinger Mar 14, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
it's pretty good!
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~Eevee1999 Mar 14, 2013  Student General Artist
Awww thank you! :hug:
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~Nakamie Mar 14, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Wow not bad ! I like it ! It really sounds like the character is thinking about what he has done... The time has kind of stopped !
great one
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~Eevee1999 Mar 14, 2013  Student General Artist
I'm pleased that you liked it! :hug:
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