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Leave.Leave me alone!
Is that so hard to do?!
You don’t care about my feelings,
They are nothing to you!

What have I done wrong?
I just want you to leave,
You hurt me more and more,
So how can I believe?

Your words mean nothing,
Your apologies are fake,
Just stay away from me!
How much pain can I take?!

You got what you want,
But what about me?
I only want one thing,
I want to be free!

I can’t take it anymore!
Every night and day,
You just refuse to leave,
So at least stay away!

Tears don't bring the dead back to lifeIt's shadow times and sunken lives
in a grave of mud and flesh remains
they've killed many souls with bloody knives
and weaved their ladders out of veins.
"Away!" they shout when death has cried
and off they run, away from pride.
"Away!" they scream when death has blown
so off they go, when blood has flown.
Then there's the boom of drums and trumpets
wail. Men fall to graves; they've pain their debts.
There's rust in bones, and tears at home
And strange lost love that walks alone.
There's a pretty, kind lady looking out the window
little does she know that now she's a widow.
And the little young boy who sleeps in her arms
had just lost a father down by the dams.
A beautiful girl lies beneath the pine trees,
staring at the skies and all what she sees
is the bright red sun, bleeding on the horizon
the girl shuts her eyes and death brings her ease.
Once an old man had a wonderful family
who lived on the other five chairs around
the kids would play and jump so cheerily
filling a quie

Plenty of TimeThere's still plenty of time
She said to the wind
And the wind whispered back
Not for those who have sinned;
Not for those who cry
In the deep of the night,
Not for those who die
In the darkest of light.

There's still plenty of time
She laughed to the boy
But he didn't laugh back
For he found no joy;
Not for those who slave
Through the long, hard days,
Not for those who pave
The path for your ways.

There's still plenty of time
She sighed to the moon;
The moon knew there wasn't
When you're filled with gloom;
Dear girl you must learn
Time's not what you think,
What you get, you must earn
When your life's on the brink.

There's still plenty of

Society is Screaming Society is screaming so loud, I can hear it internally
Inside my mind, bouncing off the boundaries
All the dishonor, poverty, lies and disgust sound eternally
I tell the world, warn them of this coming storm, they tell me it's imaginary

The ones who are here to help, they lie through their teeth and lungs
Lock me in, "fixing" me up, sending my mind reeling
Defiantly I fight, bare arms and legs, as they fill me with drugs
They've sent me so far from home, I'm so numb, I can't even feel my feelings

My mind is overflowing with images I don't own
I remain silent, let them believe it's working
Moving slowly through this twisted life

So You Know She's Alive She's gorgeous, pure mind, embodiment
Her future, paved in the cement

She laughs, so beautiful
A shaky breath, so wonderful

That was what she was,
But all that's turned to dust

On the outside, she doesn't seem bent
Still the same case, but what's become of it's contents?

Don't be fooled by what you see
On the inside, she may be ugly
Nothing left but the will to breathe

Sweet smiles, valentines
Heart cracks, with the stroke of time
Nothing left, her home is a lie
Wounded hopes, a dream that has died

Only a breath, so you know she's alive

my english homeworkFallen angel wondering forevermore
Black winged angel flying nevermore
My guardian angel wondering in the abyss
I wish I did not miss

My guardian angel forever more
Haunting me to the core
Making me go insane
Forever in pain

Wondering soullessly
Immortality loneliness
Crimson stains
Of my eternal pains

Leaving my emotions behind
My love denied
Abandoned for life
Waiting for my knife

To redeem my self
My inner self
Living in my own despair
Wanting to repair

Why do you?Why are you crying my dear?
Why is your beautiful face full of fright?
Please hand me the knife my dear.
I want to see you live through this night.

Why are you sad my love?
Why are you hiding from me?
Please don't hide because they called you queer.
I can't be happy if you can't be.

Why are you hurt my friend?
Why are you bleeding out?
Please tell me what he did my friend.
I will stop him without any doubt.

Why are you so small sister?
Why don't you eat?
Please tell me what you see.
I don't want you to give up to this in defeat.

Why are you drunk brother?
Why do you drown yourself like this?
Please don't do this to yourself.
She wasn't wo

To Be RevealedAnd what is there, lying beyond your mind?
A gracious greeting, or death warrant, signed?

When your sun is settling down on western sands,
Who will await you, stretching out their hands?

Are they holding your heart with reverence due,
or a knife, with which to strike straight through?

At the end of that hallway, what blocks your descent?
A saintly soul, or sins to repent?

In every tunnel, there are doors to inspect.
Some to show the future, others to reflect.

No one door, to paradise, leads.
No one road to bear the swiftest of steeds.

Yet, to Hell, there is no certainty still,
Mountains can't be climbed when there is no hill.

And so, d

Whence To WhereYou surprise me and confuse me,
And make me love you more.
The brightness may undo me,
The darkness I adore.

There's so much grey,
And so much pain
That brings rejuvenation.
I fall and sink,
But then I blink
Before illumination.

Whence to where is what I asked,
But much is coming clear.
My sadness fading here at last,
And with it all my fears.

You've brought me out,
How can I count
The times you've soothed my soul?
From where I was,
You may become
The star that leads me home.

Light and dark will mold and mix
Till grey is what I see.
A calming sight that seems to fix
What once was wrong with me.

GenderGender was complicated
for me at least.

Unlike the others
it wasn't so black
or white
more like
a very large scale
filled with shades
of confusion.

Male?
Not exactly.

Female?
Not quite.

I wanted the
broad shoulders
that men obtained
by nature. I ached
for the clavicles
that showed whether
you were average
or thin.
I desired the chiseled jaw,
the strong arms
that could make
any girl feel
safe,
the deep voice that
could make her
swoon with
the right words.

However,
I longed for
the graceful walk
that females could master
so naturally.
The soft voice
that could make any man
question his feelings.
I needed the long fingers
that woul

Dear FutureDear future,
Am I merely a voice, left far in the past?
Where the sun once shone
Where I once laughed
Where the rain of my eyes
Poured down on my lap
Turned my face scarlet
And melted my mask

Dear future,
Does the sky still look the same?
Its brilliant blue
Screaming my name
Lending me wings so that I may fly
Pulling my feathers
And watching me die
Heartbroken, and crumpled upon the ground
Breathing faint words
In gasping sounds
Does its beauty still torture me so?
Please, dear future, I yearn to know

Am I merely the words from some distant shore?
Am I a memory, or something more?
Does the snow fall when the sun goes missing
Or does it mere

Raw Hours (Part I)I’ve never had so much power pounding through my veins;
A deadly fire in which I’m battling the desire to hold it all contained.
Each beat of my heart sends these needles showering through my being.
Each fraction of the second I feel me rising from this sinking.

And this energy, this chaos surging within me,
It shakes me, burns me, leaves me barely breathing.
I’m trembling, its raging, it tries to claim my soul.
Im battling and clinging, like dangerous thunder, through my bones it rolls.

Over flowing, bursting, bubbling over. This feeling spilling, rushing through my whole.
This rush, this agony, this surging, attempt at

The sourdine To R.S.

I shall remember you with grief
Under the sourdine of pouring rain;
And the flimsy heart of my belief
Shall urge your hand to ease the dire pain.

It's what will hem my foggy visions,
While wandering the tranquil darkness.
It's what will limn the wicked prison's
Walls, reminiscing my dream's artist.

And now, deep within the cold grey maze,
Snow is piling up below my feet
And my eyes are closed by blackened haze;

And now, I seek a smile, be it brief,
Be it not for me. But, please embrace:
I shall remember you with grief...

Unexpected Love.Traveling the world,
Searching for the one,
Looking day and night,
Seems like love is gone.

Walking all over,
From side to side,
Trying to find her,
Where could she hide?

Walking on a road,
On the same old track,
She was there all along,
Right behind my back.

UncertaintyIt feels like falling from great heights
Or running towards endless nights
As if standing alone in blinding lights
Or being chased by grand knights

It feels like melting ice cold fire
Or knowing the secret of the liar
As if whishing to be someplace higher
Or having nothing when need is dire

It feels like losing something rare
Or searching through a haunted lair
As if breathing deeply rotten air
Or being treated unfairly fair

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The Vise on my Heart

by ~UltimateKitsune, Dec 13, 2012, 10:55:08 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

I feel so confused.
My heart has been abused,
conflicted, constricted.
It feels so over-used.

Broken up and dead within...
Uncomfortable in my own skin...
Why can't I sort things out?
I'm wearing myself so thin.

Drowning as I'm falling,
I feel the darkness calling.
Please send a bullet through my heart.
This pain is so appalling.

Send me help, ease my ache.
Let me rest before I break.
What should I do? I just don't know.
How much more pain must I take?

Someone, please, soothe my heart.
Forever ago did these pains start...
I just want freedom from these chains;
all they do is tear me apart.

Dear nightmares, let me go.
Sweet troubles, don't plague me so.
Peaceful dreams are what I need.
When will they come? Someday, I know.

At least, I hope so.
Just let me go.
Please, don't hurt me anymore.
Please, no...

The Vise on my Heartby ~UltimateKitsune

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

Continued venting. I had to get off last night to do some stuff and run updates on my computer, but even then I was being plagued by all kinds of things that have been bothering me.

I've been through a rough life. I can't even describe the level of pain and depression I've gone through. But I know I'm not the only one. So here's a poem I hope will speak to those of you who know what it's like. Those who know how it feels to have dark, painful troubles and emotions gripping your heart, threatening to squeeze it to death.

I gotta say, since I started really pouring my feelings into my writing, I've never felt better. Sure, I still have my times of difficulty and suffering. That's part of life; everyone goes through the downs along with the ups. But GOD, how helpful creative pursuits are at helping one ease one's heart, mind, and soul. Writing, painting, sculpting, whatever you choose to do to create art, always remember that the most beautiful and soothing works come when you put yourself into your art. Literally. It works wonders.