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Wonder.Do you fear your own death?
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.

Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.

Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.

But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.

It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...

I'm afraid of how I'll
Live...

ImagesI had a dream that I was dead.

Most of the faces I did not recognize.
There was a room; and a voice.
I felt like I shouldn't have been there.
There were so many people, and I was scared.
There was a familiar face in the endless crowd;
Someone from long ago.

They were smiling.
And then the room was gone.

I was stood in a park, in the rain.
It was so sad, but beautiful too.
The ground was covered in dead leaves,
and I could hear trees rustling in bitter wind.
There was thunder, but I wasn't scared.

I wanted to stay there forever, in the rain.

I had a dream that I was alive.

Listen Here Listen Here, young one...

There was a time when the Earth was filled with trees,

When flowers with bees.

When the Sun shone bright,

When clouds were white.

There was a time when people did not hate,

When money did not decide your fate.

When people lived there life for others,

When they sacrificed it all for their brothers.

There was a time when our future was vast,

When we were not held down by our past.

When what mattered the most was truth and love,

When no one person was above.

There was a time when people believed,

When people did not care what they received.

When power didn't corrupt us all,

When we could

Human Nature When you are young,
they will treat you with the softness of spring.
They will guide you through the winter winds and
over snowy hills, admiring the brilliance of your
midday innocence; pulling daisies from the earth
just to place them in your hair. And they will
whisper to each other of how beautiful you are.
When you grow older,
they will treat you with the indifferences of autumn.
They will urge you from the complacency of your own
fleeting fulfillments, and they will watch your
brilliance fade with the swiftness of the sky. You
will shed your fragile childhood with the colors of
the trees, and you will learn to face

Freaks ShowFingers scratching at my wrist,
Wanting a beautiful kiss.
The lips they know too well,
Gradually I feel my mind compelling,
Back to almost a month ago,
When I was still apart of the freak show.
Dancing on the stage,
With a pointy blade,
Focused on a luscious vein.
The oh's and ah's of the crowd causes pain,
I finally notice how different I really am.
I finally notice there is nothing I can,
Do to pick up the glass without getting cut.
I finally noticed that all I am is a nut.
I finally noticed that deep down I'm in the freak show for life,
I can no longer hide and fight,
The true me when it's thriving to come out.
In this moment I do doubt,
T

LockedLocked

So long ago
I've been trying to escape
Giant walls grow bigger
In my place

There is not place for anyone else
Just loneliness and myself
Heavy air is what I breathe,
Heavy tears are what I expect

Lonely whispers surrounding me
Adding more weight to my chest…
This pain around me is so dense,
It can be cut with a blade

Thousands of swords are falling
Willing to hurt where they can…
Painful cries are drowned,
By cruelty herself

Long I've been running
From here, to there…
Locked in a concrete prison,
Locked in a trees jail…

What is the difference
Between being alone here, and being alone there?
I am a captive in this

How are you?"Hey! How are you?"

I'm bad,
Tired,
Hurt,
Depressed,
Alone,
Stressed,
Regretful,
Disconcerting,
Frozen to the core,
Broken,
Ready to cry some more,
Lonely,
Crushed,
Cold,
Life is just rushed...
Defeated,
In so much pain,
Feeling cheated,
Life has no gain,
Not good enough,
Worthless,
Life is just so rough,
A failure,
No one could care less,
Sorry for complaining so much,
Sorry for being selfish and such,

"I'm fine, thanks for asking! And how are you?"

Sure Festering TruthSure Festering Truth
December 13, 2010

There are times, such as now
When I feel a deep sense of growing agitation
Breeding thick insecurities under my skin
Then driving impurities and hate, as a solid infiltration
I feel a sense of misery and strong discontentment
A self-hatred, fierce-anxiety wrenching inside
And no matter my struggle to rid this sickness
No voice, tone, image, or hand could make it abide
I attain, almost sustain, this sense of failure
This elongated moment of absolute truth and filthy lie
That I am not good enough, nor talented in any sense
That I cannot be beautiful, able, or complete in my own eyes

Yes, som

Mommy and DaddyMommy, Daddy, are you okay?
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.

All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.

"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.

Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm

Too Late No one sees it before it's too late,
the shadows among us whose hearts have no weight.
It's always the last ones you'd ever expect.
It's always the ones you never think to protect.

They try to hold it in , not let you see their pain,
when on the inside a white heart is now covered in red stain.
And when they seek help you just tell them to, "take it slow".
When on the inside they've already chosen what they want to let go.

You see them every now and then, sitting all alone.
Their own minds tearing at their heart that's been repeatedly re-sewn.
Yow think you really know them with their happy joyful faces.
But in reality

The Deepest Depths of BlueThe chain of events that followed your birth
Were as tumultuous as each twisted link
Your mind was wired for the written word
But under no circumstances should you think

As the decreasing circles of sanity
Will ripple through your infant mind
The soul can't escape your hollow bones
Until you leave those thoughts behind

You feel trapped inside your grey matter
But freedom will be yours in the end
Once you realise that you are a miracle
That'll never be repeated again

Open your eyes to the beauty of the truth
That there is a reality worth seeing
And dive into the deepest depths of blue
Of your soul, your essence, your being

Stay Young"Stay Young"

Remember when the only thing to do in the morning
Was lay in bed and watch cartoons?
Nothing else then seemed important
And we didn't get out of bed until noon.

Remember when after school every day
We would play tag in the park?
We couldn't be told what to say
And we'd run around like fools until dark

But now that we've become older
Making transitions to new frames of mind
Life is weighing down like boulders
And things suddenly aren't as fine

We can't help but think; we can't help but worry
Some say life will just begin
But it seems no matter how fast we hurry
We're in a race we just can't win

We're in a tunnel that has no l

Cry of the Banshee

I heard a wail so soft and low,
from the wood I caught an eerie glow.
As the night wore on 'twas louder yet,
I laid there still, did moan and fret.

To what did the lonesome cry portend?
I shivered to think 'twas near the end.
Could it be the death of a man was nigh?
I waited for my answer from up on high.

The men who dress in long white robes,
who spread their lies across this globe.
See there! Some who dress in red!
Their councils and decrees fill men with dread.

But the one who holds that staff so tight,
the one who's conquered in his might,
was he the one for whom she wailed,
or will they all go down unveiled?

The sound did fade as the

R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.

I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.

I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.

The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.

Now I have not

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Mirror Mirror

by ~boo-boo8, Jan 20, 2013, 2:06:18 PM
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Mirror mirror on the wall,

acting like you know it all.

Comparing every little thing.

Ruling my life like a king.

Mirror mirror on the wall,

making my self-esteem fall and fall.

Telling me things I don't want to hear.

Clouding doubt in my mind that was once clear.

Mirror mirror on the wall,

here I lie, here I sprawl.

Can't you see what you have done?

Making my mind become un-spun.

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~Charlie0210 Feb 14, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

this is simply amazing

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~boo-boo8 Feb 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks so much!

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~summerday27 Jan 21, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

So, true and, this is just amazing. I'm speechless.

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~boo-boo8 Jan 21, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much

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~summerday27 Feb 16, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

You're welcome

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~xXDemonWolfSkullXx Jan 20, 2013

Love how you made it truthful! Very creative!

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~Morncreek Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Excellent rhyming and imagery. I like how you take the classic couplet from Snow White and twist it on its head. The only aspect that may need improvement is the rhythm of the poem. I think that a consistent or close-to-consistent rhythm would give the poem a little more power; I actually had to stop and re-read the last line of the second stanza before I could continue on.

Overall, definitely a

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~boo-boo8 Jan 21, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Ah, that line.
It was originally going to start with "Creating", but that word didn't give the aspect to the poem I needed.

(Thank you so much!)

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~eppoif1 Jan 20, 2013

Wonderful composition!

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~OtakuBloodshed Jan 20, 2013

Spectacular and creative! I can relate myself to this and I bet many people can to.

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