Could such be real as this,
The four limbed flower,
With soul and potential,
Before me now with arms open?

Do these tired eyes,
Weary from the bags
That they carry without end,
Deceive by this blessing?

This oasis of a woman,
Who bears the love of Heaven,
Giving to me, it by a single kiss...
To my perception, I am awake...

I am awake and alive,
In the arms of this heart and soul.
Beneath the wings of grace,
Undeserved to a single bit of this.

She is real, to my perspective...
She is love, to my perception...
I am whole...
I am happy...

What a Shame"Love is out there somewhere for you. It will come in due time."

"Yes, I know," I respond with a frown and a roll of my eyes.

"No, you don't," the voice replies, an edge to its sound that was hidden well before. I flinch, although I am too used to that edge by now.

"Yes, I do. I've heard it all before. 'Love is out there waiting,' and 'There are plenty of fish in the sea.' I know, okay? I know, but that doesn't mean I care."

I hear the long-suffering sigh that I've become so accustomed to, and before the sigh turns into another speech, I speak again:

"I'm impatient and I'm impulsive. I want him. He's all I'll ever want," I say, though I

Tick-Tock"Tick-Tock"

Tick-tock
The clock struck five
Another minute passed
Time controls our lives

Can I turn back the dials?
No one has to know
I'm just so very tired
Watching the time go
The clock doesn't care
An objects mocks our hearts
Numbers arranged in a circle
Could be wrong from the start

Tick-tock
Hours passing by
There's nowhere you can hide
Before it's time to die

Can I wake up?
Maybe it's a dream
Can I turn the hourglass around
And then go back to sleep?
The sand drips like water
Flowing freely in a space
Reminding sons and daughters
One day they'll be erased

Tick-tock
This noise is in my head
Not much longer now
I don't want to leav

BotherIt's not a game.
She's gone away,
and no one even bothered to say,

"Will you ever return?"
When will they learn?
But no one bothered to say it to her.

I left on that day,
I went my own way,
but no one even bothered to say,

"I really love you."
I don't think it's true,
but I'd still say "I love you, too."

We all wonder why
she left us dry,
but we still didn't bother to say goodbye.

And neither did she,
not even to me.
At the very least, now, she's finally free.

I left them alone,
how can I atone?
Would I have stayed there, had I then known?

I can certainly tell
that all of us fell
when I didn't even bother to bid them farewell.

Leave your past behind.

I know that you remember all of those bitter moments
But what is it worth for to keep those memories working
They’re not making you happy; they’re just making you hopeless
Then follows depression from the feelings that you’ve let lurking

Because you went through it, but you relive it every moment
When it’s all in your mind and you’re making it a necessary component
It’s just jarring to your heart, yet you keep it for your mind is uncertain
Many broken hearts, from family to friends, something you won’t admit was certain

I’ve been like you, for months to years, having a mind that’s unc

Ascetic Perception

I met a man today...
his eyes were tired,
and he seemed lost.

How I wanted to help him,
How his eyes stared off into space,
How his affliction shouted to me...

He spoke out, and the words tore at me,
and as he spoke, so we began,
repeating his words, of the why & how.

Our eyes met, and silence became us.
my heart pounded, as he breathed heavily,
tears fell...out of anger...out of fear...

I met a man today,
his voice was low and solemn...
this man in the mirror.

Not the SameWith sweetened words spoken, lips met.

Hall Of Mirrors"Hall Of Mirrors"

I was once thrown into a hall of mirrors
Surrounding me on every side
I was forced to look deep into my soul
For I had not a place to hide

Every mirror reflected someone different
Some versions were fat or thin
Each version had different color eyes
But none revealed the person within

Some versions were short or tall
Some had me in a tie and suit
Some had me in a summertime shirt
But none revealed the person I knew

Every mirror showed different contrast
And different objects floating in space
Some reflections were lighter than others
But none helped reflect my own face

So finally down on hands and knees
I asked desperat

Lacrimosa: PrologueThrough the thick, moonlit forest she ran, dark satin trailing behind her. In the distance, a bright building could be seen, but it was far gone and she could not go back anymore. Her heels sinking into the damp, cold earth with every step, she ran on, not even knowing where she was going. Her raven black hair tangled and framed her face, intricate clips falling out one by one.

She ignored the sound of her expensive dress ripping and the footsteps walking at a slow pace behind her. Despite her quicker speed, she knew she wouldn't escape.

The young woman was suddenly filled with adrenaline, and she decided to keep running although her high h

You Changed EverythingWaking up to see your face
Is my favorite way to start the day.
Knowing my reality is as good as a dream
Makes me grateful for how we got this way.

I was scared,
But I don't think you could tell.
I decided to take the plunge
And immediately, I fell.

Your arms feel like home.
Welcoming my body into a comforting embrace.
You've left an impression on my heart,
A permanent mark I can't erase.

We share each other's happiness
As well as the pain.
But we both remember what's important,
Like when we're kissing in the rain.

I was drowning,
And you brought me to safety.
I wasn't sure I was ready,
Then you changed everything.

My Love If you Leave,All that I'll have is
beautifully scented sheets,
and dented pillows

Sun Child,I am freezing
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
purging
a dry stomach.

My body is an ocean,
my limbs, but oars.
My tongue & teeth,
a life raft
keeping this madness
from sinking into blue.

Offering up 102 degrees
of skin;
You would think
I had something to say.

My dream is to become a writerMy dream is to become a writer. A writer who flourishes in the presence of writing, who adores words and carves wonders from the thin strands of air. A writer who creates passion and hatred within every curve and twist of the ink, who pulls in the old souls of many.

A writer.

Sometimes the mere word rolls off my tongue with satisfaction as a I say it, each sound of it so alluring.

During the day, when I go about my daily business and work as the waitress I am, or even at night, when I ready myself for sleep and rest, I catch myself wondering...what if? And I often pause in the mirror and catch a glimpse of something in my eyes. They se

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I'm so sorry i have absolutely been stuck on poems about childhoods (maybe since i'm sixteen and finally leaving it behind). The theme is so vast that it is so easy for me to write about. I hope everyone enjoys

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~anguiba95 Mar 4, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

ooh boy, that was so sad and a true moments in our life, when someone tell any word that destroy much of your imagination

~Bapic Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

This absolutely beautiful! The emotions in this are so powerful!
Beautifully done!

~gurkex3 Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist Interface Designer

this is awesome!

~Lizrath Mar 4, 2013

This is so cool.
Love it ^^

~kara-li Mar 4, 2013 Student Writer

wow that is beautiful!

*SubjugatedSandwich Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I, for one, think this was pretty awesome. I don't think I can give you a detailed critique because there's not much I can see that needs improvement. Your theme came across very clearly but some of the lines seem to be a little too "wordy" and might throw the rhythm off for some people. It's good to have each pair of lines have a similar syllable structure. The whole section between "My fantasies have been quieted" and "They will merely hold my tears" holds up really well but lines like the last line and "the monsters have left from beneath my bed" are a bit of a mouthful.

~foreverforwards Mar 4, 2013

Those were teh times weren't they? when our troubles were always fixed by teddies and blankets could protect us?
Don't let your dragons die though, tehy're so hard to bring back to life.
I loved this, SO MUCH!

~P4incake Mar 3, 2013 Student General Artist

This is just awesome *.*
Nice job

~mentyra Mar 3, 2013 Student General Artist

i love this, it's something pretty much everyone can relate to in terms of their childhood.

~RvBPhoenix Mar 3, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I love this so much!

The way you describe all the childhood fantasies as dead is just amazing

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