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I Feel FreeWhen I look into your eyes,
I see experience.
When I hold your hands,
I know strength.
When I touch your skin,
I sense comfort.
When I listen to your heart,
I hear power.
When I speak your name,
I find pleasure.
When I kiss your lips,
I feel free.

Ghosts of Youghosts of you are everywhere;
remInding me, alwayS There.
i dIdn't mean to say goodbye;
was just afraid to ask you why:
why you bLushed and why you sighed;
we didn't rush—that's why we died.
the gLow faded, our Love fought;
i wish i'd knOwn what you thought.
i neVer knEw what You wanted;
nOw i'm stuck with being haUnted.

Wish for PrivacyI live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse—
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.

She BelievedI stumble through my mind,
Weakened by the pain of years.
I always search but cannot find
The source of all my bitter tears.

I see a light, an anchor, a hope;
I limp faster, relieved by the sight.
I found a gentle, downward slope—
Like a rescue from a blight.

I lean on you, no longer afraid;
Finally I have found relief.
Tears dry, memories fade,
Like wind carries a wilted leaf.

But in the end, it wasn't true—
You held my heart yet let it die.
My anchor became my noose;
My trust was blinded to your lie.

How could I be so ignorant?
You pledged to never leave my side.
There's none to blame but myself—
"She belie

What's Not Being SaidI heard you sigh
but at the time
I didn't say a word;

I saw you cry
but didn't know
your voice was so unheard.

I felt you break
but truly thought
I shouldn't be around;

For my own sake
I should have fought
to keep your feelings sound.

Please, listen to what's not being said.

MemoryMemory is like the tide,
It swells and ebbs;
It's free and wide,
Yet ridden with dregs.

At times it's calm—
Soothing and sweet;
Like a tender balm,
A gentle beat.

It's violent, too—
Coarse and bitter;
Like a vicious coup,
A cruel winter.

In it, I do bask,
Adrift in my mind;
I need only ask
To be lost in time.

SurviveWhispers in my ear
Compel me to surrender.
But I will not hear;
I defy my contender.

Defeat is not an option;
There is no other way:
Survive against all odds
To die another day.

'Tis the oldest battlecry;
The only ultimatum.
Fight until you die—
Rather plain verbatim.

To be classified as "alive,"
Survive, survive, survive.

Dream OnA dream can be
a passing thought;
a passionate ambition.

A dream can be
a battle fought;
a superficial mission.

A dream can be
a driving force;
a forgiving comfort.

A dream can be
a thriving source;
a deceitful consort.

A dream can thrill you;
drive you or kill you.

Beware of this, dreamers—
and Dream On.

ExpectationsThe pressure keeps me going,
Yet holds me back.
The thought isn't comforting—
It feels like an attack.

The sort that keeps me up at night;
Why my fingernails are short.
Like a dark and looming blight;
A disheartening exhort.

Better, better, better!
The expectation is quite blunt.
Never, never, never...
Exactly what they want.

I'm not the person I want to be,
Due to expectations.
Under the eyes that never see—
My pain is their creation.

There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:

~

There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.

There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.

There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.

There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...

~

There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.

There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.

There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.

There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...

~

I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.

I love this little g

UnknownI'd listen to radio signals
But all I'd hear is chlorine bleached static
That leaves a the bitter taste of Advil in my thoughts
Drugged up in an anaesthetic haze of morphine induced comatose
I'd clench my teeth to stop the florescent vowels
From escaping my insomniac lips
I've chewed them shut and pasted book spines on my ribcage
In an attempt to be something organic and interesting
Because the plain Jane exterior I've laced between my iris's
Is becoming a contradiction of what little sanity I possess

I'm Here for YouWhat do you expect me to say
When you keep pushing me away?
Remember—I can't read your mind,
And time cannot rewind.

Regret will only make it worse—
Like a bad omen from a curse.
This will surely make you stronger;
Please just hold on longer.

I'll be here, right by your side;
You don't have to run and hide.
Just try to find the silver lining—
The sun will keep on shining.

Never forget that this is true:
I am here for you.

StereotypeDon't shove a name on me –
Your stereotype can crash and burn.
You cannot keep me down;
I will always rise and return.

Your labels mean nothing to me –
Utter nonsense through and through.
Every person is unique;
I am me and you are you.

Skinny, smarty, four-eyed freak...
Chubby, lazy, forgetful, meek...
Afraid, coward, forgetful fool...
Follower, do-gooder, mindless tool.

All these names are meaningless –
I am me and you are you.
But when names cease to be
How can you tell who is who?

Labels define us and create us –
Remind us of who we are.
Every person is unique,
But stereotypes can go too far.

KissKnees bend, hands shake,
Lips part, hearts break,
Blood pumps, thoughts fly,
Bodies melt, worries die,
Heads swim, fingers touch,
Tongues rub, clothes bunch.

Butterflies, adrenaline,
Testosterone and estrogen,
We fit like a glove, so...
Kiss me again, love?

ContinueWhen the world strikes you down,
Continue.
When your smile becomes a frown,
Continue.
When you stumble and fall,
Continue.
When you wager and lose all,
Continue.
When the world laughs at you,
Continue.
When many becomes few,
Continue.

There's nothing else to do except...
Continue.

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by ~ScarletDevil1503, Oct 22, 2012, 10:22:41 AM
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Life is a cloud–
Shapeless unless captured,
Quite unpredictable,
And temporary.

Fly while you can.

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~menotmyselfori Oct 29, 2012

*claps excitedly*

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~Always-A-Day-Dreamer Oct 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

So pretty!

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*Isabaki Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Beautiful

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~shadedsketch Oct 25, 2012

I really needed this. Thankyou.

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~c1oud9 Oct 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This describes clouds perfectly!
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I kinda have a thing for clouds..as you might see from my username :3

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~woohooFTW2 Oct 23, 2012

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~ronan641 Oct 23, 2012 Student Writer

Oi-- I have a question for 'ye. It's just-- when people can write a what? 5 line poem? And it's under the most popular? I understand-- a lot of Watchers = easier way to the top. But.. I just don't get how something so simple, ca n get so high.

Maybe that's just me-- but due to my ADHD, it bugs me uncontrollably.

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