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Grief of a GhostThe light I always imagined
The transportation I have longed
Have not come of this new state
What have I done to be so wronged?

All around me has not changed
The house I always knew
And the walls the same color
The air the same hue

Yet when I lift my hand
In front of my cold face
I see right through the figure
Barely a line left to trace

As I take a step, or clench my fist
I feel my limbs as floating gossamer
My whole form is but a mist
I never imagined it would be like this
When I ceased to exist

I hear in the next room
Cries of weep and woe
Familiar cries of my mother, my f

Charade (or Dysfunctional Love)Something old, something new,
Just give me one perfect devious answer,
Or do I have to weed out of you a clue?
You say you adore me, but it feels like cancer,
To perform this childish charade every disaster.

Close shut the door and wave goodbye,
Look through echoes of grimy glass in regret,
To see a forlorn face but you don't know why?
Where times spent in trust you can never forget,
From chords of a pitiful piano that sing then cry.

Something borrowed, something blue,
Just give me one good honest reason,
Why I should give a damn about you?
You say you love me, but it feels like treason,
To play this churlish charade every seaso

A Letter to No OneThe clock ticked against silence,
Upon the cemetery of a room.
Deep sighs weave through the air,
Meager warmth in compressed despair.

Moths fall prey to a musty lampshade,
An opened window to Night’s gloom.
Thoughts dance like ripples on water,
And clouds on the hiding moon.

A lullaby plays from the gentle sound,
Made by scratching pen on paper.
One story told too many times,
Is voiced from words created.

Though this time revived from lies,
A phoenix forms the ugly truth.
The pen rolls from the wooden desk,
Having served its final use.

Old dusty dolls and teddy bears,
Watched helplessly through glassy eyes.
No star showed to twinkl

Self-InflictedSelf-Inflicted

I just hate myself.
  I hate the life that I lead.
    I hate the things that I've done.
      I keep trying to figure out.

       Where it is exactly that I went wrong.
    No matter how hard I try to evade
  And blame others for my actions.
At some point I am forced to accept.

  That the problem resides within me
    And the answer remains absent.
      I am the common dominator.
        I am

RegretsI...
I regret opening up
I knew it would never work
And yet
I pursued you
And I won you
And I had to give you away
It wasn't meant to be, anyways
The distance
The gaps to bridge
But I thank you
Thank you for teaching me what it is to be hurt by someone
Thank you for teaching me what it is to HURT someone
Thank you for listening
Thank you for caring
Thank you for remembering
Thank you for smiling with me
Thank you for the t-shirt (I still want it by the way)
Thank you for the promises I don't expect you to keep anymore (the visits, the tags)
Thank you for the way you put up with my strobelight mode
Thank you for the way you

SilenceThey say speaking is silver and silence is gold,
In some cases it might be true.
But there is also a truth that goes untold,
Even if it might be quite blue.

Silence is sometimes bad,
Not always so don't get upset.
Some things that are evil can make us go mad,
Some things that are even a threat.

Even if your enemies will make your blood boil,
The silence of your friends will be what hurts you more.
Words might hurt us, but silence can torment us.

The Poem That Scares You AwayI used to kiss you for the sake of my own desires, to feel your hot leather touch, like back seats of cars, questioning your sobriety, like laying on hot coals when you're already warm, I wanted your flavor, your heat, your arms like an octopus wrapped so tight i thought we would collide like a meteor hitting the earth you broke my surface and landed deep.

I kiss you now because there is no way to translate the messy dialect of my feelings, like balloons they expand every time you breathe and I am filled, stretching too thin, trying to keep each breath to myself.

I kiss you now because like a beggar on the street I so desperately hope for e

Scar?There is a burning void inside my chest
Nothing I do seems to make it go away
Though I still hold back my tears
My heart aches in such a way
A painful way
A dreadful way
A lonely way
And here I sit
Powerless
Locked away inside myself
With no means to change
The unstoppable course of things
With a burning heart
Desperate heart
Fragile and weak heart
Should I dare to hope?
Should I dare to say?
Should I forget?
Or just wait patiently until
This hot burn in my heart
Becomes a cold and perhaps lifeless
Scar?

Cover It With InkI will not break another person in my life
Those who I have broken I will fix
I'm done with this thought that I'm nothing
Cause I'm something that no one will never be

I'm done crying myself to sleep
I will laugh at the thought
I will never pick that blade up again
Cause if I will cut something it will be paper

I will cut paper
With my pen
I will write my emotions
And I will not hide

I'm not evil
I will cut my paper
I will use my deadly weapon
I feel bad for the item I'm covering in ink

I know how it feels to be covered
I know how it feels to be cornered
I will not take any pills
This is my medication

I will learn
Somethi

I won't allow you to allow me to let you go.Darling, you fell asleep so close to me and woke up so very far away.

I cannot let you go because of the euphoria in my veins when we are skin to skin
but sometimes I trace the blue outlines of mine and quietly long for the times
when they were still filled with the apathy and meaningless adventure of our
first kiss.

Love, I'm sorry for the wordless tears in your eyes that I don't understand, and
I'm so sorry that I can't let you go even though you asked me to,
and I'm so sorry that I love you, but I really, really do,
and most of all I am so very sorry that you
say you're sorry every time
I tell you.

A Poem of the FallenBy C.P.James
~{***3x***}~
Onto a broken soul, the weight of hatred fell,
He found only darkness as he made his way toward Hell
Reprimanded and scorned,
Cast off and never mourned,

He walked.

Fury of gods burned down on his back, he left his hope behind,
Sad eyes bore holes into his heart, those who once were kind,
Lashed and branded,
Scolded and stranded,

He walked.

Silenced for sin though he spoke only truth,
Sacrificed to show the weight of the uncouth,
Weak from decay,
Alone and far away,

He walked.

Off to the fire and brimstone he marched at a reject angel's pace,
The darkness found him as he walked and realized his res

I'm still hereI'm still here
and I'll die
until you
need me!

I'm still here
just waiting
for you to
free me.

I'm still here
though I know
that you don't
need me.

I'm still here
and I want
you to
release me.

Identity: Who I amI am not a man, I am a subconscious symbol.

You shall know not my name or my age, or my physical attributes that bound me to this rock. You cannot bind me to physical stereotype, as I have no body. To you, I am words. You may not know my meaning, or my intention. You will not know the context was created in, but I am here. I am neither dead nor alive. Until you catch me, I am a concept, an idea that shall live and grow in your mind whether you like it or not. I am a jester, a jester of experience. I go beyond conformity, simply because convention does not suffice. I shall go where I please, for I am the animal of thought. Dictators worst nig

DreamsStaring out of the window only seeing sorrow,
In her very early tomorrow,
Walking through the world, cold and grey,
Waiting for it to end every day.

Staring into the black sky hoping to find a star,
To help me sail my fears and misery very far,
Wanting there to be a little bit of hope,
Or at least make her life easier to cope.

Love concurs all, well so they say,
It's not like it will keep her fears at bay,
Staring at the ceiling night after night,
Wanting to block out the horrible sight.

She dreams that she is normal with no faults,
Never being involved in any assaults,
Not once being teased about how she looks,
That sounds b

Living Beyond A Black DeathMurder of crows flock in skies above me,
Pecking slithers off skin and soul.
Is this a death of destiny I see before I die?
A corrupting cortex that makes black flesh cry,
Waking up to a morgue of maggots and flies.

I can see your vile heart pleading,
I can see your cold screams bleeding,
I can see it even before my tears stop weeping.
I hurt when you're still crying over a dying me,
A personification of the dead waiting to be free.

Horde of rats cluster in sands beside me,
Gnawing matter from muscle and mind.
Is this a fate of fear I hear before I flee?
A voiceless vortex that makes white pain sigh,
Waking up to a sanctum of sp

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Cry for me

by *SuperGirlSwag, Oct 1, 2012, 12:44:41 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Cry for me
Cry out loud
Tears are falling
They're falling down
I deserve these tears
At least you're here

I made mistakes, I'm proud of them
I'm proud of being here
I was here
Somewhere on the Earth I lived
I believed
I had faith
And I failed

Cry for me
It's the least you can do
Smile for me
Forget about truth
Be in this moment with me
Forget about the world, forget about life
We're running out of time
So cry for me
Cry out loud

Cry for meby *SuperGirlSwag

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 *SuperGirlSwag

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*A7XFan666 Jan 1, 2013

Wonderful C:

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*SuperGirlSwag Jan 2, 2013

thanks

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*A7XFan666 Jan 2, 2013

Welcome

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~KittySib Oct 3, 2012

Lovely!

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*SuperGirlSwag Oct 4, 2012

thank you so much!

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~KittySib Oct 4, 2012

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~Iamhypocrite Oct 1, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

I was here...I did, I've done...
опять меня понесло,ну ты уже привыкла я думаю?))

красивое стихотворение))

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*SuperGirlSwag Oct 1, 2012

thanks

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