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Tear me apartIf I’d disappear in the middle of the night
Like a silent whisper caught into howling wind
Forever out of reach, forever out of sight.
Much like a tree in winter I slowly wither – but do not die.
I’d be the fleeting smoke from your blown out candlelight.
Would you still utter words as I’m floating away from all reality?
As I find myself here and now, contemplating this fake suicide.
Will you be the escape pod that shoots me into a celestial sky, away from all those chains that shackle me.
Away from myself, my former me.. It feels much like dying, this change that I’m trying.
Perhaps you could cut me free from all transparency, from delusional thoughts and fake reality.
Tear me from limb to limb until you can tear no more.
And as this pain increases and everything ceases to exist, I’m reborn and break free from this mist.

I Walk Alone TonightI walk alone tonight, just me
Through this field of daisy's and despair
I'm all alone, like I thought I would be.

I move around the marble sea,
And the broken hearts that need repair.
I walk alone tonight, just me.

I pass a few figures draped in ebony,
Together in mourn they share.
I'm all alone, like I thought it would be.

Your name etched into the stone, I see.
The harsh pains and feeling come back in a blare.
I walk alone tonight, just me.

You're the only one that held the key.
No one else could care.
I'm alone like I thought I would be.

Now it's time for me to break free,
And come tomorrow to visit you there.
I walk alon

The Night will LastThe time has passed
the sun has gone
The night will last
so let out a yawn
Rest your head
as you fall asleep
Forget about your troubles
and don't say a peep
The night will last
so let your eyelids close
Let your body become limp
from your head to your toes
Forget about your worries
forget about your sins
Listen to your heartbeat
as the night settles in

The Song of the WindsMy pores drank in the winds hungrily.
The taste was magnificent.
They're the taste of freedom,
Light and sweet.
They flowed through me,
Allowing my whole body to taste them.

I moved with the winds,
My body became part of them,
Part of the ebb and flow of the current.
I was part of the chain.
I felt the salty ocean move through me,
But remained completely dry.
I let my body go,
And lost control.

I watched as the ethereal winds lift me from my position.
The gave me flight,
Allowing me to become weightless and free.
They brought me over the water,
And my nose twitched as it caught the light scent of splashing
From my dangling toes brushing the

Coming DawnI know it to be dawn that takes you from me.
It thinks itself deceiving,
With its array of warm colors,
Coaxing you away from me.
Well my love,
Tell the dawn that I am not fooled.
I will not fall so easily to it's welcoming invite.
I wish I could convince you,
Convince you not to fall prey to its devilish ways.
You may see a bright new day in its demeanor,
But all I see is the wretched hell-fire,
Keeping my love from me.
But alas, I will wait for you.
Fair thee well my dear,
Oh, please do come back soon,
For my heart aches with each passing moment
We are apart.

Becoming LessDo we live because of love, or do we live to be loved,
Because life is a broken heart.
At some point in life we shatter
And have to piece ourselves back together.

Or maybe our whole life we're broken.
Searching for our lost pieces.
Never to be complete.
Always to be missing.

Or to be grounded down
Into a million tiny pieces.
An impossible endeavor
Never to be put back together.

Which one am I?
Incomplete?
Beyond help?

I think not.
I'll find that piece.
I'll create something from those glass shards.

I won't bow down.
I won't be reduced.

I won't become
less...

Angel's SoulAngel of darkness
Angel of light
Forevermore you shine
Beauty beyond Earthly constrains
Your kindness knows no bounds
And through your smiles
A million souls find strength to fight.

A soul bound for greatness
Tasty treats to be baked
Designs to be drawn
Modeling to capture breaths
Angel of light the world awaits
For your masterful plans

True bonds
We are besties you better know it
An eternity to last, no less
And if you ever choose to fall I'll be there
Your wings fixed shall be
I'll lend you mine if need be
You'll soar the skies everyday

Angel of darkness
Spare me a chance, a hope, a light
Future's interconnected
Happ

I'd kiss my heart goodbyeI'd kiss my heart goodbye
and send it off to sea
To bleed and burn amongst the waves
so far away from me

I'd kiss my heart goodbye
goodbye to joy and sorrow
And live out empty days
in place of tearful tomorrows

I'd kiss my heart goodbye
no more blushes or tender beats
That beacon of human frailty
of pangs, longings, and fleshy needs

I'd kiss my heart goodbye
that's just what I would do
I'd kiss my heart goodbye
if it meant forgetting you

The Things We Leave Unsaid Common wisdom dictates that meaningful feelings for another ought to be expressed directly and honestly. However, advice is given to be neglected and so too often we are poisoned by our own silence -- the things we leave unsaid.

We are fortuitous that the opportunity for the lesson to be followed by the illustration presents itself. Let us use our discretion and semi-omniscience to observe the conversation between the two young men before us.

"Oh hi. How are you?" It's him.

"I'm good. You?"

"Good." I've been better, but there's no way I'm going to tell him that. "Man, it's been a long time." I haven't seen her in forever. Almost three ye

Negligent NovemberRemember when the doe stood still

As roasted pig pervaded air,

As hunters went in for the kill.

Before the fires, before the thrill,

Before the noise, before the blare,

Remember when the doe stood still.

The shredding leaves produced no shrill.

She craned her neck, she gave a stare,

As hunters went in for the kill.

Remember when they scaled the hill

And saw a deer who met their glare.

Remember when the doe stood still.

She saw them there and met their will.

The lightning clapped (she didn't care)

As hunters went in for the kill.

The thunder rumbled Russellville.

She gave no sound, she took the flare.

Remember when the doe s

Road towards destruction A road to destruction

On a road of destruction I walk, slowly turning them all against me.
Slowly turning their hatred against me.
In not too long I will be alone on this path.
In not too long all their faces will be turned.
All I will be able to see will be their backs.
Slowly walking away from me as I scatter into small pieces
uncontrollably getting destroyed and left to turn into a void.

Cause a void I am, a dark black hole with nothing inside of it.
I succumb to the temptations and I eat the light around me,
if I don't leave soon and wander off alone I will suckle the light from my friends.
Soon they too will be a void unabl

The DreamingDraw me into a five year kiss,
we are dreaming.
As reality crawls by the digital clock,
you are barely tangible--
though barely is better than nothing at all.
I am content in the six o'clock light
until you vanish behind my irises.
My eyes dilate in the dark,
and you are gone.

For the love of HyacinthusApollo,
Longing for the love of Spartan's youth,
In a field of green hues where no flowers grew,
Lay his loves wounded body.
From out his pale, still and lifeless chest,
Sprang forth the loveliest of flowers.
A site so beautiful, the gods were moved to tears.
Bending down, Apollo caressed his lovers cheek,
His tears mixed with mortals blood--
More of these flowers thrived in his embrace.
Convinced these oddities were created by the love they shared,
He named the flower Hyacinth, after his beloved.

immortalityImmortality.
The first poem;
The immortality of her face
Makes time smile at her smile,
Nature's gift
To every eye that sees her
What is abstruse in such a poem?
Flawless
A fairy-tale would not be better
The rising sun;
Is the ambrosia of her being.
Her name
A signet to the book of time
A name
Written on the pages of my heart
Forever a friend of time.

My Heart Remains YoursTwo strangers searching for someone, something.
Anything?
Lost, confused, afraid, abused.
Seeking a moment's peace,
Even death would be a blessing.

One day they find each other.
Life has new meaning.
Every day is now filled with her song.
The song of Compassion is music to his ears.

His heart is forever changed.
He runs to catch a glimpse of her
Each and every day.
She waits for him and her heart leaps
As he enters the room.

Their hearts become entwined,
Entangled, to the point
They can never be pulled apart.

Never before have they met in person,
A virtual room is all they have ever known.
Their bond is special, formed sig

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My Perfect Mistake

by ~theshadow223, Nov 26, 2012, 7:45:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

As he drew,
His pencil slipped,
Leaving an undesired mark upon his canvas.
Erasing leaves shadows,
And the mark he left was far too heavy.
He began to think to himself.
Something familiar was there,
Something he simply could not shake.
He had seen this before,
He had seen it and forgotten.
This particular memory was destined to be lost forever,
Forever lost in the depths of his mind.
He then started to think deeper.
How many "mistakes" were thrown away?
There was something quite incredible here,
And he was seconds from tossing it aside forever.
Fate had given him another chance
To reclaim this gem that had been tossed carelessly aside.
The more he thought,
The more he resented the idea of mistakes.
Are not mistakes just untapped potential?
If not all mistakes,
Are not some at the very least a learning experience?
Would an expecting mother deny her child simply because it was not planned?
Is that child simply an inconvenience without the potential to do amazing things?
This slip of the pencil he thought,
Did not create a mistake.
No.
It started a masterpiece.

My Perfect Mistakeby ~theshadow223

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

old poem i found and edited a bit. hope you enjoy!

~simple-dedication Feb 18, 2013 Student Writer

So true!!!!! This made me realize that my mistakes have something good in them. Thanks for that.

~theshadow223 Feb 18, 2013 Student Writer

Haha im glad i could help (:

~theWitchofGrich Nov 28, 2012

beautiful!

~theshadow223 Nov 28, 2012 Student Writer

thanks so much (:

~angelichope Nov 27, 2012

Seriously GREAT!! It was written so well, mature and deep I think, and of course the beautiful moral of this; maybe we should rethink what mistakes are!!! To me the best line was "Would an expecting mother deny her child simply because it was not planned?
Is that child simply an inconvenience without the potential to do amazing things?" Such a beautiful and true line!!
This is a very great piece!!!! Really makes you think about things!!!!

~theshadow223 Nov 28, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you soooo much for your comment, i love getting comments like this, you are awesome!

~angelichope Nov 30, 2012

YOU'RE AWESOME!!!! And you're very welcome!!!

A very great day to you!!!

~theshadow223 Dec 2, 2012 Student Writer

Oh no, i think its you that is the awesome one, thank so again!

~angelichope Dec 3, 2012

No way; totally you who's awesome!!!!

Very welcome!!!!

~Inspired-inSANITY Nov 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Love the cup is half full feel of this!

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