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In the sunThe air without You is just my cage,
And not enough for me the whole space.
Yeah it's another lame love confession,
The difference is this feeling is my posession.

It hurts things can go this way,
But I have to admit I like the pain.
Do I try to refuse saying that word?
It would open up my closed world.

So please let me tell You the truth,
I just simply love You.
This is the point when everyone left,
So forgive me if I'm scared.

OntarioWhen I draw your portrait
It's different than it is with others -
As I knew it would be.

I don't get that same blushing sense of shame
In the privacy of my own room
When by the third portrait or so
I find I've inadvertently become acquainted with what I now reflexively draw as familiar:
The symmetrical anomalies – one eye slightly higher than the other,
The imperfect details that perfection is comprised of, yet we never consider.

By the second drawing of a subject I begin to realize that the repeating patterns
Were not idiosyncrasies of expression...
Heat rising as I swallow the hard lump in my throat with the question...

My Story of FallingThey caught me off guard,
My façade was down,
There was nothing I could say,
That would change what they thought.

They knew now,
They knew how I felt,
It was plastered on my face,
The sorrow,
Mixed with pure insanity.

It all happened so quickly,
They sent me away,
Hoping I might change,
But they knew,
They knew I wouldn't,
I couldn't.

It was too late,
I had already lost it,
Lost everything.

So I became one of them,
The people I once despised,
I joined them,
I watched as we drained the colour,
Turning everything to our perfection.

I saw more people changed,
Their eyes so dull,
So cold,
Just.
Like.
Mine.

So thi

Heaven Looks Like It Wants To CryTerrified by the light that is becoming corrupted on the outside
The clouds up in the sky are slowly turning angrier all the time
It makes me wish I could scream

There goes the lightning in the sky
The heavens looks like it wants to cry
There goes the lightning in the sky
The heavens looks like it wants to cry
There goes the lightning in the sky
The heavens looks like it wants to cry

There’s a reason that we want to cry
We’re living in a world that’s turning dark and gloomy all the time
Weddings and funerals report to the same home every night

There goes the lightning in the sky
The heavens looks like it wants to cry
Ther

Money, money, moneyMoney, money, money.

I laugh even though I don't find it funny.
How stressed I am because of my lack of money.

How much my life actually depends upon it.
How much the fate of my future actually rests upon it.
How easily you can lose friends because of the lust for it.
How friends can become enemies just because of the hunt for it.
My stress levels increase to the point where I have had enough of it.
I bury my woeful head because I know it is impossible to run from it.
Although I will always need money, I will never have any love for it.

Without money would there be such a thing as rich and poor?
Will the streets still be filled wit

The Perfect PoisonIt is everything I wanted.

I tried so hard
To beat and bleed the pain away.
To smoke it and drink it
Into nothingness.
I let people hurt me
Because I wanted to hurt.
And I laughed when they hit me
And then cried because it wasn’t enough.

Nothing hurts more than losing him.

Now I’ve found a new drug
It numbs my heart.
It burns my skin and freezes my blood.
All I can think about is the high, and the pain.
It hurts so bad. It hurts just enough.
It hurts enough to make him disappear.
And so I’ll ride this high as long as he is gone.
And I will ride it until it kills me.

Who knew, the one thing I said I’d never

He Never StoppedSomeone once told me that depression was like a dense, dark raincloud that hung over you and you couldn't escape from it as hard as you might try. I don't think I ever really understood because I have spent so many years running and hiding from that cloud. I finally understand now. I also know however that you can't run from this and you can't hide from it. Instead you have to find a way to rise above it, walk on top of the clouds and let the rain fall below your feet.

In a world full of liars, deadbeats, cheaters and beaters it is easy to lose confidence that decent people do exist. Do you know how many times I have pinched myself in a

I Love The Way You Made I Love You SoundIt's one of those days where important words remain unspoken because I don't know how to say them or write them or paint them. You tell me how it is and I have to remain silent and accept your new rules. This or nothing, you explain and you have no idea how much I wish I could just go back to being empty once again.
Remember when you told me that you hated me for opening your heart to places you never knew existed? Sometimes, I wish I could hate you back.
Every time you fell I held you with impossible strength. I gave myself to you, every bit of me, everything in doses to try to cure your pain. You took it and left me weak and alone.
The nightmares are back now that I am defenseless. I spend the days shaking in fear and crying in sorrow. I cry so hard it hurts. I'm so tense, and worn out and all I want to do is sleep, but the second I fall asleep the nightmares are there again.
My love for you is my curse and I would do anything for

Untitled Love Poem 12And despite this awful wrenching love...

All I want to say to you is, I want more for you than me.

Because your happiness is more to me than mine.

Your happiness will force flowers to bud and open and bloom, force life into the most desolate of skies.

And for that I'll never hope to take you as mine.

Even if I had the guts to face the rejection, for you I'd die alone.

You are all flowing brooks and streams.

You're life, you are the greenness of trees.

And I am the ivy that clings and roots and chokes.

I am your suffocation and to me you're my forbidden hope.

It Feels Like PainJealousy...
Watch while it destroys me.
As it wraps its hands around my throat,
my eyes are pleading...
just...
just choke.

So thrilled for you,
you and your happy ending.
Even if it means I lost my company,
and now I'm stuck here alone.
Alone in my misery.

But I wont dwell,
and I like to pretend I'm well.
So I grab my guitar and head to the ocean.
I'll stand in the sand,
and write you a love-song.

I'll sing it loud
as the waves crash over me.
Saltwater disguises the crying.
And I can make you believe,
that I am not heartbroken.

Not that it matters.
After-all,
in the end it's just pain.

To Wake Up HappyKnowing you exist would have been enough.
Enough to heal
what all of the glue and tape in the world couldn't hold together.
Broken trust, empty promises, disappointment, pain.
All washed away with a smile.
And I am bewildered.
Standing here dumbfounded in disbelief.
Crushed and suffocating,
suddenly I could breathe again.
As you unexpectedly lifted the world from my chest
and filled me with peace.
Free now to focus on the pain that matters
and not the pain from the false hopes
fed to me by lying lips.
People come and go
and when they go they leave behind bitter betrayal.
But you are nothing like anyone I've ever known.
Sweet comfort.
Even n

It's Okay To Be Okay Maybe it's because nobody told me it was okay, to be alone, to be just me. Maybe it's because I never stopped hurting, and I never got the chance to go numb. Maybe it's because I don't have a friend or a hand to hold out here in the middle of falling down. Maybe that is what this life is for, to sit here with my broken heart and just watch it go by. Maybe that is why I'm slowly going crazy and why my head is filled with all these pointless maybe's.

I remember when you told me, if you could have one wish it would be that when we are gone everybody who knew us would look back and say "He always made her so happy." Don't you kno

BlindBlind

The colors themselves though they may try to disguise,
form a beautiful picture from the rainbow inside.
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide,
I'll show you each shade and I'll stay your guide.

It sounds like a melody the pen on paper,
I'll be quick to step in should your hands ever waver.
At times it's a whisper gently coaching each color,
but together were something each color a wonder.

Color, tastes like skittles,
it's not the shade outside,
but the flavor in the middle

The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers,
Soft and velvety as rough hands guide their shapes.
Tiny drops of paint are

Fallen StarIf only you could see me through the distance.
Listen to my tears begging for you not to give up.
Feel my love as I hold you close to my heart.
I can carry you until you are strong enough to walk.
I know what it's like to face it all by yourself.
And I know that pain tortures only undeserving.
Sweet kindness flows through your blood now.
And past mistakes are irrelevant, and forgotten.
Inflict me with your pain and I will share it with you.
You don't ever have to be alone again.
I will be with you even in your darkest dreams.
Please let me help you, let me hold your hand.

Love, Are You Still Breathing? Palms face down on the floor.
You cry into the dirty carpet
When you can't contain it anymore.

Shivering hands that just won't quit.
Dead leaves in the wind,
Breaking apart bit by bit.

Are You breathing?
Remember to inhale.
Did you forget how when you heard me leaving?

I'm sorry that I wasn't there
When you unwrapped yourself from the sheets.
And, the truth is i tried to care.

You're a beautiful disaster,
But beauty means nothing to me.
You just made my heart race faster.

Are you Breathing?
Remember to inhale.
Did you forget how when you heard me leaving?

You're still there, clutching the floor.
I

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Colorless Death

by ~SketchPaper, Sep 17, 2012, 6:58:35 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Her world is teeming with black and white shades
Colors seeming to be absent
  All emotion is void and locked away
The chains are callous with a texture that is metallic and iced
She has a vacant feeling in a hole within her chilled, dainty chest
Where this hollow hole is, should that be a heart?

The only indication of any emotion that hasn't been stowed away, is her tears,
She cries alone

She begs for her life to end
Or at least for a new beginning
Her tears run down her subtle face

They fall, dripping from her eyes to imitate minuscule waterfalls,
And they cascade into many streams
Dripping
Dripping
And dripping...

  "Save me! This is a nightmare
I am alone
it's dark
And I can't take it anymore!"

She pleas for an ending that may never come
She begs for a savior that may never care

For all that she knows...
She knows nothing

       And so she bleeds and cries
The dripping of both, harmonize into one small symphony

Pit-pat
Pitter-patter
Drip,  Drip,  Drip
The blade falls out of place in the obscure hand

Simply,
Dead

Colorless Deathby ~SketchPaper

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I feel that this leads into being one of my story-telling pieces. I think it is kind of cool how I made it. Let me know what you think and do not be afraid to comment.

~Shasta-Rose Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Beautiful poem; I like the title and the beginning where you mention that things are just black and white. I also like the line on the first stanza that says, "Where this hollow hole is, should that be a heart?" The previous line made it very, very obvious it was a heart... you could almost be more subtle, do you desire, and the idea would still come across quite well.

You do a good job making the dripping really become a main part of the poem, really nice and well-incorporated. I like how bleeding and crying is both dripping. Your two-word stanza also was great.

My favorite lines of the poem:

"She pleas for an ending that may never come
She begs for a savior that may never care"

I can't say I agree with all your formatting choices... I don't really see why all the bolds and italics are there.

Great work, and thank you for sharing.

~SketchPaper Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you for your point of view. Personally those lines were my favorite too, haha. To answer about the formatting choices, some of the bold was to emphasize the feeling of the words. With the italics, I was trying to see if I could emphasize the feelings of the girl. I love that you did this and thank you.

~Shasta-Rose Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I always love reading what people do, and poems of that topic especially fascinate me. I love writing dark things, and you did a great job conveying that. XD

~BelaRoseWolf Sep 30, 2012 Student Writer

This is a really interesting poem!

I liked how you used different text styles, and the theme really pushed the piece along. Great work!

~SketchPaper Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you. I am happy that you liked it. I would've responded earlier but I don't have a lot of access to the internet sometimes.

~BelaRoseWolf Oct 6, 2012 Student Writer

You're welcome! And it's perfectly fine! ^^

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