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Invisibletake a deep breathe and count to ten .

what just happened ... will never happen again .

your hands start to tremble; the sink is cold .

you tell yourself you are strong; you are bold .

don't look in the mirror and stare .

this isn't right ... this isn't fair .

don't think about it too much, or you'll go insane .

tears and blood make their way down the drain .

what just happened ... to me ?

why do you feel so gross and dirty ?

feeling so worthless and wasted .

so unloved , abandoned, and tasted .

having given them everything, every part .

why did they turn, and break your heart ?

shattering every piece, leave you broken .

every

The EscapistIt is really insomnia
If you're keeping me awake?
Is it the infatuation
That made me start to shake?
Is it so peculiar
If you make me feel brand new?
Is it some kind of obsession
That I have with you?

I watch you when I feel lonely
Is that so wrong?
I think of you when they hurt me
So what if that's all day long?
You make me feel so happy
What if that's all I have?
Should that be taken away
Just because it sounds mad?

Because right now in real life
There's no happily ever after
When I see something I don't like
I can't just skip the chapter
Or quickly press fast forward
On a TV remote control
Real life is but a wound
And you help fill the h

Lucifer and VisitorThe Devil mourned his homeland lost

Upon a stone in exile deep

Beneath the great Earth’s hardened crust

Where fires rage inside the sea

Much too far for father sky

To see the rock where The Devil lie

As he lamented, sullen, weary

Expression that of sorrow true

A Thing appeared, and very clearly

Cracked the gates of Lucifer’s tomb

The grin that danced upon his face

Found hell to be the quaintest place

The thing approached and asked him kindly,

“Why do you mourn your banishment?

All the land above I do see

But I’ve never seen an armament

So well hidden from my mighty eyes

Which see all things as they liv

SanctuarySanctuary
I don't know you enough
To even know your last name
But I do know that you've had it rough
As I have felt the same
But you've suffered more in your distress
Making my past sorrows
Seem nothing more than a jest
Knowing atonement heralds tomorrow
Even so, I know the pain
And the committal to aid
In my heart has lain
Of course, if you desire it made
My heart, I swear, broke
When I heard of your troubled emotions
And the stress driving you to provoke
And this stayed in my notion
Maybe I could give comfort
Make the past easier to overlook
Together, rid of our contorts
And be each other's retreating nooks.

AnimalsWe’re animals, we’re beasts who prey
Upon the weak who fear our stay
Its natural to feast and slay
Their hearts bleed in our jowls

We all wear masks and masquerade
As decent creatures, folks who pray
But deep inside, our demons play
Beneath cowardice cowls

The others claim to know the way
Those neutered, tamed, trained to obey
Condemning us for what we say
Look down at us with scowls

They lock our voices in a cage
Restrictions bind, we’re blind with rage
Liberate yourselves, you slaves
Let free your hungry howls

To the vermin calling me scoundrel
I will not heel, I will not bow
You’ll hear the hatred in my growl
Th

*Tears*Soft rain washes tears
Hard love runs down the drain
Solitary now.

2013 Delice1941
20th May2013

My Lonely LoveWipe off your tears
and hold your head high
get rid of your fears
and heave your biggest sigh
Oh, my lonely love

Alone in a crowded room
Feeling so scared
The shadow of isolation looms
and it feels like they don't care
My lonely love

Remembering the times
when it was just us
Sorrow, with its sweetest rhymes
think of it as you must
My lonely love

Crying alone at night
wondering what you did
hearing them fight
when you were only a kid
my lonely love

Told that you were ugly
that you were not good enough
they will just never see
That they weren't all that tough
my lonely love

When it feels as though your soul is gone
And your heart is broken

Notes and LettersI wrote a note the other day,
And with it shared my feelings.
I've tried to have it other ways,
But they seem to be congealing.

I loved the stars when I was young;
The first word of mine was "light".
Of happy thoughts, I once had none,
But now the world's more bright.

I feel too much frustration,
I need to be more calm.
I drown in hesitation,
Too scared to sing my song.

I never was the kind of child
I wish I could have been.
At times I've been more meek and mild,
But later I learned to sin.

I wonder, sometimes, whose life I'm living,
Whose soul endows this frame.
I blunder, sometimes, when what they give me
Doesn't match my name.

For tho

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.

The LiarWhen I found out the truth
The filthy thing under the bed
I screamed and howled
And learned to hate;

For the truth was biting
Bitter and cold
Like a burning hailstorm
That I wished had never unfold

I kept a secret
Told a lie
I spoke words of hatred
Felt something wilt and die

The world was faux
An unattainable fantasy
Hopes were fed to monsters
In my blood that cried blasphemy

I don't think you knew
Because you'd hate me if you did
To know our common blood was false
Of me, you'd surely rid

So I cut you off first
Then you'd never have the chance
To look under the bed
And pierce me through with a lance

I destroyed you first
So I'd not be

Last Day, Last LightDarkness surrounds
Black of darkest night
Not a sound
Last day, last light

A flame flickering to life
Hovering at the cigerette’s end
Only in my head is there strife
Left with my thoughts to fend

Slow drag to kill the pain
What’s there left to do?
The sky dark with storm’s rain
Our society so skewed

We can only realize this
The true power of hatred’s bite
Ignorance is truly bliss
Last day, last light

I hear them draw close
The demons in heart and head
Every weakness, they know
Across a meek world they spread

From the wound red emerges
My time is short, I have no fight
Pulses of pain surges
Last day, last light

Th

EmptyI don't think I have
anymore feelings to give--
for that, I'm sorry.

In tribute to a friendFORGET

To forget a promise made
To forget a heart in pain
To forget a friendship's fade
To forget attempts in vain

To forget the start
To forget the bloody end
To forget what breaks a heart
To forget about about a friend

To forget what you had
To forget what you lost
To forget why she's mad
To forget cruelty's cost

To forget a monster's sins
To forget an artist's layers
To forget the bloody skins
To forget silenced prayers

To forget a line of lies
To forget what most would hide
To forget a horrid cry
To forget who's heart will bide

Please forget
Forget to have known
Forget to have been shown
Forget everything,
You are not alone

13. MisfortuneYou took the vow,
You said you would.
By all accounts,
Your word was good.
You loved me,
That much was clear.
And I loved you.
You know that, dear.
So please explain,
Why did you leave?
So much pain,
With no reprieve.
Did our love end?
Not on my side.
Was it pretend?
Or has it died?
Alli know, I'm
A single mom
With two young kids.
I miss you, Tom.

depression[read slowly if you can for best effect]

***

Your lonely heart keeps beating
despite your absent soul,
as thoughts of greater caring
just leave you less than whole.

The ways and truths of sadness
have emptied from within,
the darkness that absorbs you
is Heaven's greatest sin.

The hole just opens deeper,
the silence never stops,
now all the missing laughter
has left you in this box.

You cannot shake it off you,
the numb of painless pain,
when nothing all around you
will help you win this game.

No tissue
can ever dry

the tears
you never cry.

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Thou Strok'st MeI paid;
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corruptible
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His Broken Finger

by ~Mawithell, Feb 18, 2013, 6:00:12 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

His broken finger dangles from its stem,
to cauterise the blood beneath thin skin.
A hammer blow, a tickle of the tongue
that pickles rhyme and reason in a jar.

So what?
Are they below the rats and cats?
They gnaw the fat torn straight from bone
alone behind a shiny, numb facade.

So what?
They flay the whores to bind them to
a contract lined from nails and isotopes
(which tear apart the frailest cells in sleep)

For what?
A Penny for the Guy (forked tongue)
who stares into the dark and smiles his own
small, derelict and introverted grin.

His Broken Fingerby ~Mawithell

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

A blank verse poem.

Part of a chapbook that I am putting together, centred around the theme of 'hands'.

~theshadow223 Feb 18, 2013 Student Writer

Damn this is descriptive as hell. Love the language you use, really has a weird way of drawing the reader in. Good job.

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