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she's the girl:She's the girl with pens in her hair.

It's because it is an unreliable method, a slapstick attempt at being beautiful, and some abstract form of her person. She changes the caps to reflect her moods but they only come in different shades of gray. She also likes how it'll look different everyday so she can be her own new person and stop feeling like the same spawn of the devil over again.

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She's the girl with ink on her fingertips.

It comes from the cheap newsprints where she looks for jobs since maybe she could better achieve someone else's expectations if she chose them herself. But running down the lists, she realizes that she doesn't

Suicide SpottingYou have been standing on the bridge for far too long. I've been watching you from afar, waiting for you to take that final step.

But you hesitate.
Why?

Life is filled of disappointment and pain. Who would ever want to live it? I know I'm unsure why I'm alive myself. But then again,

I take pleasure in those who chose to end their lives.

I sit down on the dry patch of grass from which I watch you. I hope I'll have some time left to find another candidate for my amusement.

So jump. What are you waiting for? Your hands are twitching, and I can almost hear your ragged breath from here. I can see your chest moving up and down, up and down. I

Rotted PotentialRotted Potential

It has a sheen
Of patina over it
A faint but fine
Layer of dust
As if it were a piano
Never played
In a shut up room
Under a white sheet
As if it were
Slightly out of tune
And so no one would ever
Sing to it again
Or play on it again
Make a melody that
Someone would remember
That I'd recall.

It has rusted hinges
But that doesn't matter
Because no one
Enters through
That gate, anyway
Not anymore.
An ivy covered wall
With a door, locked,
Battered bands of oak
And iron
And no one knows what
Hides behind.

The empty house
With the widow's walk
Overlooking a grey
And boring sea.
The

AbsurditiesAbsurdities

“"are you an idiot?"
"no sir, i'm a dreamer. ““

Is disillusionment a crime?
If so, lock me up.

And take my dreams—
They are wasted unrealities
That I won’t be using
Anyway.

The dreamer is the idiot,
He thinks that what he sleeps
Could spring corporeal when he wakes up
He is greedy for a good time.

Now that I am wise
And old
I see that folly as it is.
Don’t file me under
“what might have been”
I’m jaded now
And undeterred.

Bitter? Is this bitterness?
Well, I can’t do a thing about that.
This is me now, all grown up
With crushed fantasies clumpin

LurkingLurking

Lover,

I’m having trouble
Lurking
In the shadows you leave behind.

I feel I’m someone sable,
Somewhat unstable
I fear I am a phantom
Or a craven pantomime.

This limbo of the spy
The spook, the rook
Endless watching without
Touching
Only wanting
Receiving nothing
This purgatory of your footfalls—

And I won’t be seen
Nor heard
I won’t breathe too loud about you
My heart can beat without you
If my eyes don’t have to doubt you

Still.

I’m having difficulty
Choking through the day
Without running through the shade you make

I need a way to demonstrate
The passions o

it's like flying.
oh beautiful, you are
                    electrifying.
your emotion, it is
                    so refined.
when we dance, i am
                    your other half.
your fearlessness is
                    terrifying.

i feel i’m

A paradox[they dress themselves like animals and yet they call themselves humans.]

-
they smile at the thought of orgasm, and
they squander their lower lips to
      kisses and sex.

[as if souls and spirits were of fiction.]

-
their miserable life is unknown to them.
they seek for the most precious thing
      in the universe,
          -love- yet
they do not know how to seek themselves.

their cries are awful.
their moans are deceitful.

[the echoing rage of pain and sorrow]

-
they smile at the thought of being God, yet
they ar

Glasses You Never Wearas you run your fingertips over my arms you tell me that i'm the most beautiful person you've ever seen.
(yet you have glasses that you never wear.)

when i softly trace the outline of your lips you say that my touch is the best thing you've ever felt.
(yet you could touch a red coal and you wouldn't speak of the sensation it brings.)

as you kiss my left ring finger you whisper how much you want me forever and how you couldn't live if I went away.
(yet i know you fidget after sitting in the same place for more than a minute.)

when the time comes for you to kiss my hand and leave me for a while once again you tell me how the pain of s

eyes.those eyes of yours see right through me,
looking, shining, into my soul and into my heart
they glow with such an unreal beauty
they pull me toward you, and i never want to be apart
you entrance me with the quickest gaze
one look from you, and i'm all yours
i just stare at those eyes, amazed
at eyes so inviting, like open doors
you let me in with one short glance
and always leave me wanting more
gazing at those eyes, i have the chance
to tell you, you're the one i adore

waiting.waiting here for the right one
the waiting seems to have just begun
i guess that's what life is about,
waiting 'til you have no doubts
of what you want and who you will be
if you wait for it, then you will see
that what you need is not far away
you just have to take it day by day

hold my hand.hold my hand, don't let me go
i love you more than you'll ever know
promise me something, be true to my heart..
that we will never grow apart
i love you more than you can see
i also know that you love me

Fairy TaleFairy Tale

We all have them
--tears—
The butcher, the baker
That fucking candlestick maker
You and I
They and them.

We all cry.

But one girl once was special
She cried pearls and roses
She cried gold coins and diamonds
Truly a sight to behold.

But you know, her eyes swelled
They itched and ached
Birthing pearls,
Cutting coins and
Shredding diamonds sharp as razors
Pricked incessantly by the nasty thorns you only find on the choicest roses…
She really had a gift.

And every tear she’d shed
As her eyes burned and bled
Incited yet another maelstrom of sparkling saline
It flowed like cash in Swiss accou

My Mother's NatureMy Mother’s Nature

I didn’t know
Swimming in her waste bin
That it was a bin that I was swimming in
I did not know, I did not know

And I didn’t know
That she was blowing coke
That those chemicals could make me choke
I did not know, I did not know.

She didn’t tell me
Any truth, just a few lies
Only a few before I got too wise
She did not tell me, She did not tell me.

And she didn’t tell me
Those words you need to hear
The “I love you” that should have passed from her lips into my ear
She did not tell me, she did not tell me

I didn’t see her
And what crime she had perpetrated o

golden leaves
                 i looked out my window
          and i saw there were golden leaves
                                     flying everywhere
               and i wanted to tell you
           &#

something beautiful
there is a deep longing
for something beautiful
to sprout in my heart
but it breaks me
to admit i do not have
the foundation
to let something beautiful
grow inside of me.

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A Dream Awakening part 54I didn't know where I was, I had just walked.

I got up, and went over to the librarian. "Excuse me," I cleared my throat.

She looked up at me expectantly, but didn't say anything.

"What town am I in?" I asked.

"Rywand."

"State?"

"Honey?"

"Please, I need to know."

"Rywand, Ohio."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Is that all you need?" her look said that she wanted to ask more, but that she wasn't going to ask me more.

"Yes, thank you."

I went back to the computer, and quickly sent the information to Steve. I didn't know what I thought . . . was I relieved that my parents were in jail? Would I really be safe? All I wanted was to be safe.

Already GoneI guess I was wrong
and disillusioned

So tell me
Will this cut
be enough for you?
will it hurt you like it hurt me?

Perhaps now you will see
the truth
as I lie here
my breath fading

Take it from me
it's not so easy
to live with your hate
your silent lies

maybe you'll learn
as you taste my blood
to look beyond yourself
to know pain is alive

don't forget me
maybe you already have
all I know is
I'll be free from you this night.

I Thought You CaredThe pain explodes
the fire ignites
burning my soul
destroying my heart.

an aching cut
the trickling blood
the strong release
that sense of peace.

you tell me you cared
but did you ever?
now it's like
I never knew you at all.

Do you care?
that tonight
is the last night
I live in this pain

I will be gone
forever gone
lost
forgotten.

Because I thought
you cared.

A Dream Awakening part 53I struggled to my feet in the dark of the night and walked a few steps. My whole body was weak, and I figured it must be because my body was supporting two people, or, at least, I thought that it was, but by no means had strength to run one person, much less two people.

I leaned against one of the buildings, breathing deeply. Had I been right to email Steve? Had he even gotten my email? Had he even cared about my email?

I felt instantly bad for that thought.

I knew that Steve would care, he wasn't the sort of guy to forget about me as soon as I disappeared. That much had been proved when he had shown up at Alex's house and told me that

Strongstrong
when I saw his hand
next to mine.
I wanted to hold it
and lose mine in his.

strong
strong and so gentle
pick a small flower
or wipe a falling tear

anger, it sometimes possesses his hand
(doesn't it for us all?)
even then the anger is not spent
in a harmful way

those hands will never abuse
never misuse
these hands
will handle with care

so when I cry a single tear
a single weary tear
he'll wipe it away
and those hands will let me know it's okay

it's okay now

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by ~FlyHigh20, Apr 2, 2010, 2:13:44 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

The rain against the window
       letting me sleep
pulsing in my heart
t
   r
     i
       c
         k
           l
            i
             n
                g
       down.

through my heart

   splashing in my mind
making my heart
    just a little bit more
              colder.

the thunder tightens
lashing into me
     lightening
FLASHING
blinding in my mind

angry and cold.

I pretend
  I hide
     I curse
        I lie
You don't see
You don't look
what happened?
what split you and me?
we were
now we're not
gone silent
zero

the rain against my window
letting me sleep
softly caressing
the pain in me
silently soothing
the savage wounds

       washing my tears away
        no one sees the blood
        a silent weary tear
         mixes with the silence

a
   single
        d
        r
        o
         p
     splashes.

silent.

Rainby ~FlyHigh20

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

started by a friend saying "the rain against my window letting me sleep". written about the same friend and I. some of it is fiction some of it is not

~~love 0 0~~

joy 1 1

wow 1 1

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~Retrospeak Aug 27, 2012

Amazing imagery.

~FlyHigh20 Aug 28, 2012

thanks

*Gwenvar Apr 17, 2012 General Artist

Awesome poem! It has a lot of mistakes, but but creates a really neat imagination and realistic sounds in the reader's mind.

~FlyHigh20 Apr 17, 2012

mistakes?
but I'm glad you like it

*Gwenvar Apr 17, 2012 General Artist

Yea, but you're welcome!

~FlyHigh20 Apr 17, 2012

what kind of mistakes? so I can make it better in other poems?

*Gwenvar Apr 17, 2012 General Artist

It's hard to define. I think, that this poem intended to be slow and soothing: the use of words did it well, but the number of syllables speeds it up. I think if there would be a few more syllables at each line would make it sound slower and more soothing, but that would be a radical change, since it would change even the subgenre. So the first thing is, that I didn't really felt it is a slow thing.

The other thing, which is not as much of a blind guessing than the previous one: the start and the end of the poem was really original, but i think the middle was a not as much.

The other thing I just now noticed:

"we were
now we're not
gone silent
zero"

I think "zero" is not a very fitting word here making the reader imagine silence, cuz it's more likely to start a new sentence/image, it disturbs the 'silence' because of the strong sounding "z", and the long "e" vowel. Unlike "nothing", with the soft-sounding "th", "n", and the "ng". Or the word "empty" is good too.

~FlyHigh20 Apr 17, 2012

okay...thanks, I will keep those things in mind. I won't rewrite the poem, but I'll think about it when I write other poetry

*Gwenvar Apr 18, 2012 General Artist

Okay, you're welcome!

~FlyHigh20 Apr 18, 2012

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