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MeI am not perfect.
I don't always have fixed hair
I get stains on my clothes
I sometimes trip on flat surfaces
I don't know the answer to every question.
I misspell words
I stutter when I recite in class
I get butterflies in my belly when I'm nervous.
I say awkward things
I talk back to my parents when I'm angry
I don't always fix my room
I forget things I've learned before
I misplace important stuff I cherish most.
I get sleepy when I listen to discussions
I assume situations to be what they are not
I don't choose the right decision often
I lie to hide the painful truth or to avoid getting into trouble.
I hurt those I love

DaydreamIt's strange.

How I feel the bullet
when I am not the target.

I am not you.
We are separate.
Individual.

Still,
why do I share your pain
as if it were my own?

Funny.

To think we'd ever be
any more.
That I pour my mind
with thoughts of you
when I never come in yours.

Left in confusion.
Swallowing myself whole.
Hoping for impossibility,
believing truth in lies.

Speaking out promises
never to be heard.
Masking hollowness
with whatever's left to show.

Unacceptable reality
In my world made of fantasy.

BlurDo you love me?
Do you not?

Must I wonder 'till I rot?

If you do, you won't regret
And if you tell me, I won't forget.

The Last PieceLife is a game of chess.

Where you are the ruler
The superior
The highest
The king.

To win the game
of life and death,
Here are your pieces.
Think wisely
Their movements are of your manipulation.

They serve you
They protect you
But do not take comfort
their attacks after all,
is your choice
and yours alone.

The lambs in the front of your defense,
these are your pawns
Do not look down upon them
For their form must be strategic
to counter your enemy's plans.

And the piece that moves
in the darkness and in the light
the symbol of your faith,
even your hope.
Use it well
Your bishop.

And the one that creeps
on your opp

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

Beautiful ChaosA yearning heart
A strange desire
An unfocused mind

Undying hope.

An envious hate
An eternal wish
An ungrasped fate

Unwavering.

An endless pain
A hollow space
An empty soul

All that's left.

Joy and Anguish
Faith and Doubt
Darkness and Light
Life and Death

A missing piece
A symphony incomplete
Existence without living
A dream that may never be

This is love.

A Soldier's LoveThey told her to refuse. To never give in. Nothing good can come of him. From him. All she'll receive is pain and anguish and suffering. Her joy would only be momentary. It wouldn't last long.

Nothing good would come marrying a soldier.

But how? How could she? She knew what she felt. Even now.

An eternal vow.

Unending.

And as she stood upon his grave, the words, those blade-sharp words echoed through her mind. It came with the emptiness. And along them, the memories as well. Both happy and sad.

Unwillingly, almost automatically, she thought back to the beginning of their love. His persistence to win her over, to claim her as his own. Ho

Inaudible ScreamWords.

Fragile fragments our lives consist.

A piercing blade
cutting not flesh
but soul.

A whispering breeze
of hope
and melody.

Opposites of the same coin.

Seeds of growth and strength
but also of contempt and deceit.
Both serving as one

The conveyor of truth
and lies.

But of these two,
there is a third.
Greater, more powerful.

Yet gentle,
serene,
not of sound.

A kind healer
A heartless killer
The unseen side

Silence

FaithWhat do you believe in?

Ask different people
You'll get different answers

I believe in trust
I believe in hope
I believe in God
I believe in love
I believe in the law
I believe in peace
I believe in my family
I believe in facts
I believe in happiness
I believe in my dreams
I believe in science
I believe in passion
I believe in hard work
I believe in others
I believe in working together
I believe in change
I believe in the future
I believe in my country
I believe in leadership
I believe in fairy tales
I believe in greatness
I believe in happy endings
I believe in success

I believe in myself

What do you believe in?

RisenI had no use for my sight
Only darkness I could see.
Trampled dreams,
Unlikely hopes,
all that's left of me.

Haunted by the past
I crawled into a ball.
Traitors,
Fakes,
I have seen them all.

Lifeless, dull,
alone in my cage.
Held by anger,
withdrawn by fear,
always been there, longer than age.

Not transgressive,
I accepted defeat.
Forgot the light,
for to break free
is no small feat.

The sky opened
How could it be?
You were able to unmask
and see the real me.

DreamerIntangible
Hopeless
Unseen

Dreams.

Walking blindly
on paths unlit

To turn back,
run away
perhaps the better choice.

Always easier
to give up,
let darkness consume.

Trapped
Alone
Defeated

A mere caged bird.

Freedom, a myth.

No.

Break the chains
Defy your mask
Renew reflections

Idle be not
Look to the sky

Move
Stand
Fight

Spread your wings
and take flight.

To Rise UndefeatedDreams cannot be grasped
in just one go.
There's hardship getting there,
that we know.

Falls are unavoidable,
along the way.
Tricks and traps,
deceit at its play.

Strong barriers, they stand
hindering us more,
clouding purpose and goal
what do we travel for?

Voices say,
more often than not,
"You're in defeat, give up
now join the rest of the foolish lot!"

At times, we taste
sweet success
but so with failures
and twice as much.

The steps we took though
are no less
in this journey, mostly known,
yet silent wars, forever fought.

To Fly in FireSinking deeper in a sea of nothing,
With night’s darkness as my dawn.
Questions requiring no answers,
And satisfaction found in the wrong.

Tears shed not like the inkwell,
Far overused by this rotting quill.
Is this the seed of strength and vigor,
Or closing distance with my rancor?

I hear the still damp match ignited,
Rekindling my flame of envy.
The drowned piece of wood below,
Was kept remembered after all.

So the wind I soared these wings with,
Were nothing but mere, fake glimpses.
What unkindly surrenders to the glutton,
That keeps me earth-bound along with it.

Flashes of fears of weakly faltering,
Dread my dreams with eyes unc

Noah's ArkIf I could build
a Noah's Ark

I'd build it wide
I'd build it big
I'd build it tall

It would hold animals
not two of each kind,
but all.

Everyone would be welcomed
Birds and cattle
Wild and tame
Even pets unwanted

The great door
always open
that animals may come and go
leave and return as they please

Inside the walls
They would be protected
from weather, hot and cold
and pain and hurt

The wounded would be healed
The unloved will be loved
The old will be young
The forgotten will be known

They would only know peace
and cheer and joy.
Darkness would be
a memory of the past.

If I could build a Noah's Ark

I'd build it

Square the CircleShall this poem be worth your time,
Know this now, I’m not in my prime.
Etching thoughts in streams of air,
Breathing in the cause of despair.

One line written and then erased,
The product is surely to be left unpraised.
Words crossed out again and again,
Heard this pen scream, “When will this begin!”

As soft as silk and as rapid as water,
Yet its flow is like earth, maybe harder.
Wonder if birds also tire to sing,
Lose their voices to taunts beguiling?

Chaos stands with well-earned respect,
Minds ravaged to deal in retrospect.
Madness turned to Turmoil’s good friend,
Heaving insanity to uncoil and unbend.

From a h

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Double-Edged SwordCan't quite remember when
but never do I forget
to lie to myself not
the promise of iron fist.

A surprise? Not really,
how easily others could be read.
A gesture, a habit
windows to secrets.

Odd how different you are
a puzzle simply impossible,
even sharpness cannot penetrate
such mysteries kept hidden.

Name it fate, destiny perhaps
whichever, it doesn't matter
but stagnant is one thing,
your complexity turned mine into insanity.

Once, I understood my madness
now everything is demented to chaos.
Should I thank you maybe
for freeing what I most guarded?

But too much war was fought
my blood alone was drained crimson.
Now t

To Whom I CallShe is no doubt a strange kind
One of the best you'll ever find
You might think what I speak is odd,
but do me a favor and just nod.

I know for certain you can see
her pure soul is caged, not free.
My wish alone is to open her eyes
past through all the impudent lies.

Such unfathomable love, she can but give
but there are none brave enough to receive
the gift and the curse stored in her heart
Fools and cowards, they all depart.

Frustrated, lonely, she turns upon herself.
Uttering hatred and envy, she's locked in a shelf.
Fighting a war within wars,
everything she once was, kept in bars.

An ugly face, imperfect hair
She can't s

WingbeatLonely, by myself,
I gazed out to the world.
The first to draw my sight,
the gray-blue celeste sky.

Unamused, I let my eyes rest
at the all too familiar land.
The fields as empty as a desert,
the trees ever dull and stiff.

With nothing more to see,
I breathed a sigh and stood.
Decided to walk down the earth
for what else was left to do?

No breeze blew,
the air was dull and stale.
Brown was the grass,
much the same to the cracking ground.

My feet took me further,
surely much more than I expected.
Unknowingly I headed
to what seems was calling out.

It did not take long
for the peculiarity to be caught.
Hidden beneath the b

Silent ScreamerWords were my essential
my fibre
my being

All was fine
All was all right

Until you came

You gave such insanity
Brought me forth into the light.
You showed me the beauty
I doubted was inside of me.

With such ease
painful memories, you'd make me forget.
It did not take long
for me to fall.

And I fell hard

A friend.
To be regarded as such is an honor.
To be seen as one
is but pain.

Day after day
I am forced to accept
that the one beside you
is not me.

Oh, how I wished to be.

I hoped
and hoped

An Archer in Our MidstLeft in a trance
from a single glance.
An odd state of mind,
leaving the victim blind.

What spell has been cast?
And how long will it last?
Will there ever be a cure
to this ever successful lure?

Targets are never chosen,
to cries and pleas it does not listen.
The arrows are simply played
and the effects never fade.

Surely it is a wonder
this trap we're all under.
Kings, sorcerers, alchemists, they too fall
to the mystery greatest of all.

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Wishes in the Well

by ~DSteffi, Oct 23, 2012, 3:29:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I laugh at the unforgiving irony,
A drop of water to desert's core.
Cunning taunts and hisses mock me,
Another child of Murder is born.

No creature would be left unfazed,
To the scent of rose and gentle touch.
Blind to the face that honey glazed,
A piece of meat to the hunter's lunch.

Piercing gazes thrown my way,
Welcoming that all too familiar doubt.
So soon Fate has come to play,
Enjoyed by twisting my mind about.

I drown in sand like a fool,
Visioning what's to be so vividly.
Without shame, please don't be cruel,
See I'm not built an oak but a lily.

Like a pen's ink was meant to flow,
I kiss the metal of this coin so cold.
As the rain from clouds choose to go,
May this return a hundred-fold.

Not yet done from sewing the pieces,
Chopped roughly by a smile so sweet.
You're the seraphim with deadly gazes,
Please be the one to make this heart beat.

Wishes in the Wellby ~DSteffi

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~Rabban12 Oct 27, 2012

FUcking amazing

~DSteffi Oct 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is by far the best comment I have ever received. Thank you very much! :3

~Mordial33 Oct 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Though it is somewhat forceful, blunt for lack of a better term, it is beautiful.

~NicolaiGrey Oct 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

great piece, i really enjoyed it

*Hfeather53 Oct 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It took me like two readings to fully understand it... I don't know if I should blame Bonobo's Recurring or my friends instant messages... Either way it's lovely and very... blunt. I like it.

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