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They don't understand
They don't understand

They don't understand the fear we live in all year.
They don't get the fact life isn't all good, there are tears.
I don't blame them, even I find it hard to be fair.
But seeing my girl every day, going through the same shit.
Makes me feel pain she feels, but only a fraction of it.
Ten times worst for her, because she's in the centre of it.

Hopeless soul she doesn't know where to go,
Stumble across me, walking down this lonely road.
At first I was like them, I didn't understand.
How does hurting helps you like no-one can?
When love fails just get out that razor sharp knife.
Forget all else, pain brings blissf
Your Biggest Fan pt. 4"What?" "It's only playing love songs."  I sighed, crossing my arms like a little kid.  "See?  Even your iPod knows your in love!"  "I'M NOT IN LO-Hey, she texted me!"  I grabbed my phone, laughing like a retard.  "Hai!  I'm heading to the concert now!"  "Cool!"  I grinned, bouncing up and down.  "Face it Chrissyboo, you're falling for this girl, and you're falling hard."  He smirked at me, winking and leaning his head against the seat.  I rolled my eyes, putting my phone down and hugging my knees to my chest.  "Me?  No fucking way.  I'm NOT falling in love."  "Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that..."  I cracked a smile, followed shortly by
FlyWhile laying there, on my bed, I waited for my room-mate to come back.

Her daily errands were taking too long today, so I just stood there, hands spawned, staring at the white walls around me, and the ceiling.

Last week, I tried to paint the ceiling red, because I truly felt unhappy living with so little color. The landlord wouldn't have it.

So as I lay there, and the wind outside hissed harshly, curtains down, I could only imagine what the trees looked like...or the light of the sun, playing with the dim room, as if trying to break in with force.

My eyes are tired and look dazed. My heartbeat is the only thing that keeps me awake, if I f
Maze"Slice the pain away," she says
Visible marks left on her chest
She keeps thinking thoughts of death
She wonders if she's good enough for the world

She's never even felt love from a man
She's wondering what she's doing so wrong
Because she seems to sing along
To every heartbreak song

Her heart is shattered like broken glass
All because of some insecure ass
The way he acts…
She can't see it
She sees him fit
In any way

She wants him to lead the way
To create something she's never made
She wants a family life
From a man who's never even thought of a wife

All this man wants is sex
He doesn't want to think of what's next
Here is to You - Rising from the NetherlandYou were born, on a winter day
You grew up, we played a lot of games
How you smiled was a great sight
You grow up, you learned everything
That you have been taught
Now that you're doing your own things
Thought i never got to see the days
When you come to be with me
And how we cheirish the memories

Here is to you, this is your day
This is your year, you're growing up
You're taking life as it is and making
It yours, this is to you
My little sister, this is for you

Although there are hard times
Remember i am always there for you
Look up at the skies, and think
About, happy things to do
I remember your first word
Your first ste
In My Shoes
Why are things changing?
Why is it raining?
So many things falling apart
Leaving us stranded in the dark

The same has happened in the past
I still remember that
Why is this happening?
Why am I such a terrible friend?
Is it all going to end?

Am I this selfish?
All I want is to see the man I "love"
I believe you've already seen yours enough
He walks with us

This shit is honestly making me feel like I want to cry
I'm not really sure why…
This is the same shit that makes me look in the past each night

Eminem says "kids that got nothing- they sit and they vibe"
Well to us, the same vision applies
Yeah, he's still the shit in
I Dream It, You Live It, You Love Me For A MinuteInvisible ink spreading through my veins, Invisible pulse of my sweet insane,
The age has come; it's come to ask back for the time you asked for loan,
To purgatory we row this boat,

A tale of the lost and insane, a song of the criticized and avenged
I sing, devour all hearts, nothing but sin lies beneath, we stand with open wounds,
Filling water guns with sour lemonade,

Dance, dance, we've come to dance with bemused dark knights tonight,
Sing, sing my lonesome, strike me with your voice, and sing to
Me the melody of that sweet lullaby

Lie to my truth, you betray, to trust you is like to willingly give my neck up
To the blade, rose
A Tie 4 My Chest, Ty4 My HeartI would hide from the heart that searched for me, it is wrong,
That I could be more then a single note in a two hour song,
I watch the rain fall and feel warm,
The rain drops plus me, we would form,
The outline of one sad and fleeting life,
The assumed justification of a bleeding knife,
I look down when trapped alone in my room,
I locked the door and accepted this man made tomb,
Posters stare and begin to pray,
That my negative thoughts wont stay,
Books stand and dare me to read,
Collect our information and challenge the desire to bleed,
A TV flickers in the background, hoping to be a distraction,
From the blood under my skin tha
Emilie
I now know how much pain was brought
To this little girl with a gentle heart
Her mother was one who never really cared
Her father wishes she was there
She was dead before life took hold
Her mother's heart is just a stone
She came to me in a dream
And begged and begged to be seen
Her words "please love me"
Broke my heart
I already do, was all I could say
Before the dream of her melted away
The girl so different than before
Her eyes the same as glittering gold
Her hair the black of a raven's wing
So gentle was the smile that lit up her face
In my heart she found her place
For that little angel I will always be there
Nothing But Glass
You never could see that I loved you
I may have hurt you honey
But you're not an angel
You left the picture of us in a broken frame
I guess that pain is all you had to gain

Go ahead woman take your best shot at me
Burn all that was left of you and I
To you it never had meaning
Our relationship was nothing but glass that had to break

You made everything turn bad
You made my life the hell I never should have known
These memories are as sweet as tears
From our dead daughters corpse
After you murdered her before she was born

So go ahead woman take your best shot at me
Burn all that was left of you and I
To you it never had mea
Scratch-ScrawlScratch, scratch, scratch.
Chicken scratch.
It may sound pretty,
But it sure don't look like it.

For some its a swish,
A flourishing finish,
Smooth and musical;
But I just scratch,
Etching out a semblance of sanity,
Or maybe just a semblance.

Perhaps this is vanity.
Narcissus falls in love with his own flaws.
Perfection is for the monotonous,
Flaws for the tangible.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Maybe there's some truth in this scrawl.
Or maybe not.

Scratch, scratch, scratch:
Ballpoint pressure searching for meaning,
Or love,
Or healing,
Or maybe a soul.
A black-or-blue soul that wants to be purple.

Utterly meaningless scr
Your Love Is EnoughThe illusion of love, you will eventually forgive,
The winning race where you did not bid,
Morning arrives I hold my eroding heart,
I turn to my partner, honey we have to start,
A sleeping child that will try to hide,
As a team we can attack from any side,
Breakfast to make, then a room to clean,
My husband goes to work as I steam,
We work together and against one another,
I hate the way our child pauses after saying mother,
Like any family we argue, we fight,
Then we receive closure with the arrival of the night,
My husband changed, took time to believe,
That despite his faults I didn't leave,
At times of anger, fingers I point
Reality And The PretendThe difference between talking face to face and on the phone,
A strong foundation makes a house, a home,
My father walks with strength next to me,
I fail to look up, I can't acknowledge what you see,
Vengeful fists search my bedroom,
Bruises to create and hide, an aging tomb,
Remorseful eyes appear now and again,
To hold a personalised criminal and call him a friend,
Like my mother, you remain in an ignorant position,
Blurring realties, fact easily becomes fiction,
I hold my fathers hand before crossing the street,
Palms attempt to hide swet, each suddle defeat,
Scars live, a time lost,
The scars have children, the next cost,
I
Dark TilesThere is nothing as wonderful
As stepping out onto a cool patio
And feeling the sun's warmth
Through your bare soles
From the dark tiles
As the sky turns dark.

There is nothing as wonderful
As watching the sky rainbow
From an egg-blue to a velvety black
With that orange shimmer
And yellow dusting
And parrot-green veil
Sitting on the horizon.

There is nothing as wonderful
As seeing the first star wink into being
Amidst the turquoisey blue;
Venus shining out below
That beautiful deep purple
With the sky all to herself.

There is nothing as wonderful
As waiting for each light in the city
To blink on across the dark water
Wit
My Permant BandaidYou are my permeant bandaid; the hurdle to becoming broken,
The statue of strength forever frozen,
Last night ended with an emotional exchange,
Lifes puzzle, hormones and instincts would rearrange,
Torn clothes finding a new home on the floor,
Our eyes silently scream for more,
Words of instincts roam and search,
As a governised god watches from a movable perch,
I have words pleading to escape my mouth,
However, fail as you travel south,
Eye contact is temporarily lost,
Pleasure with a moving destination, the only cost,
Now, I lay still with the morning son,
Afraid to leave this bed, afraid to become just another one,
Another fl
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And keep the jolly best safely aside,
I wonder, would they still shimmer and shine
Unwashed by each sudden sorrowful tide?
Would the gift of cheer prance from cheek to cheek
If arid the eyes of a happy swain?
Would laughter now flow through each teary creek
And there be rainbows, bereft spells of rain?
And bloom today and each coming morrow
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And cast away man's everyday sorrow
Blind to what it were worth to thee.
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How thous't severs thyself from the looking glass?
Does thy heart not upon itself plunder
Whilst witnessing beauty's unrivaled class?
And if immune from thy ensnaring might
Which lies in the endless oceans in thine eyes
Whose abounding waves cloak each starry night
Can man escape thou, if thou truly tries?
Yet, thy virtue lies in pure innocence
Of thine mystic potency, thou knows nothing;
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As a stranger, in a world of her own.
Sonnet VIIIn the quiet hours of the endless night
I paced about beneath the sparkling sky,
Yet, neither the moon nor sheeny starlight
Could illuminate my sorry sightless eye,
And so I pondered through each dark hour,
Alas! Had I finally spent it all?
Without my only inherent power
On what devices would I nighly call?
What empty life prevailed beyond these words?
Surely, this was a subtle taste of death?
To never again speak to trees or birds
And live by virtue of purposeless breath?
And then grasped I, as a new day unfurled,
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Out of My Window

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Recedes the white
Out of the year
Bemoan the night
In wintry tear.

Alas! Away
A reign of snow;
Can spring preserve  
The grace of woe?

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Out of My Windowby *Zark123

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Critique by *shehrozeameen Feb 19, 2013, 11:47:47 PM
Your rispetto (though not technically a rispetto, but because of its construction and its coherence, I'll call it that) is good.

This work, in itself, is entirely up to the reader to decide what they feel and how they take into consideration the romanticism of this poem. Others, however, could take it in a Frost form of cynical naturalism. That is the key - the openness with which this work speaks of how the winter makes way for spring, leaving the protagonist to wonder whether the winter can preserve what spring could not.

Or even for that matter, whether spring could preserve, what winter could not?

In any case, the use of two juxtapositions to keep the ending open is good. Its an abstract idea (to this critic) so I'll take it as I see it:

a poem speaking of the coming of winter, wherein we must tread with caution. A sound word of advice to anyone who is willing to look out of the window: Do not go gentle into that good night.
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Mood: Wow! ~A7XFan666 Apr 4, 2013
Wonderful :3
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*Zark123 Apr 4, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you =)
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~A7XFan666 Apr 4, 2013
welcome :3
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~tommyboywood Jan 22, 2013  Professional Writer
your poetry is awesome! you might consider thoughtful previews on some of them for some extra zip.
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*Zark123 Jan 22, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you! =D What do you mean by thoughtful previews?
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~tommyboywood Jan 22, 2013  Professional Writer
i see you do have a few. just well selected cover pics too match your themes.
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*Zark123 Jan 22, 2013  Student Writer
Ah, now I follow you. I have no idea how to put a cover picture to accompany my poems. Is there a guide somewhere?
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~tommyboywood Jan 22, 2013  Professional Writer
it is simple. when you submit art, it asks you to choose a preview. when you select, it allows you to upload a file (pic) from your computer. simple as that! p.s. Chandevi is your new best fan lol I told her how good you were, now she's raving!
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*Zark123 Jan 22, 2013  Student Writer
Haha, I can see that! Thanks a lot for recommending my work, I appreciate it!

Also, I'll give it a go with my next poem! =D
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~Chandevi Jan 22, 2013
may i ask what inspires you to write?
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