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Maybeis it possible?
that everything will be right for me?
But I can only hope for so long,
before everything i've lived for is finally gone,
this uncertainty makes me who I want to be,
And now I live in the land of maybe,
maybe.

Is it feasible?
Are all of the cards set out for me?
Lifetimes trying to find myself,
while trying my hardest not to get help,
walking too fast in a world i cannot clearly see,
I wish that everything is set out for me, just maybe,
just maybe.

Is it propable?
Can everything sum out in the end?
i'll calculate the solutions again and again,
until my withered body fails me in the end,
why couldn't I just try

SorryHow many times have I spent that word?
50? 500?
Many times in the day, gotta find a reason to.

I'm sorry, for acting so wierd about that.
See?
Can't stop myself, just bred in my system.

But do I have the compensation for all of the times I've said it?
Maybe?
Does anyone really seem to care?

Do i have the best reason to say it all the damn time?
No,
Don't I, just, want to?

Gotta do it, make sure that I'm safe, I am validated,
how many times it takes,
Don't want to hurt anyone, and I don't want to be hurt most of all.

Most of the time, I feel that I am at fault for nothing I did,
but I know,
I did, in someway, I JUST KNOW IT!

CryI fell down,
for the first time,
I stayed on the ground,
and cried for the first time.

I've repressed for too long,
attempting to shame myself,
never seeing rights and never seeing wrongs,
always disappointed myself.

Would I get back up?
It seemed like a long ways away.
Would I self-destruct?
It also seemed like a short ways away.

But I feel better now,
more than I had in a long time.
Maybe I could see now,
What good I haven't seen in a long time.

For the weak, crying is their enemy,
showing how fragile they've become.
But it is one of my only remedy,
For the nemesis I have become.

The only one in my way is me.

Reason To LiveMy reason to live,
has lost much of it's
interest over the past
years.

It tends to die away
when you've sacrificed
all of your innocence
away for your short-lived benefits.

But, not only that,
but I'm falling into routine,
a pattern that is set forth
as far as 12 years into the future.

I know that I will die in 12 years,
and I'm glad for it,
seems that I deserve it,
for the things I've done.

And also, that in 12 years,
I'll look at my past and laugh,
cry, forgive, apologize, hope
that anyone could see through any good.

So, everyone is set for me,
now I have to do, is wait,
and wait,
and wait,
and wait,
until it is ti

17 On TruthThey think I don't care.
But that isn't true, she said:
I care much too much

MissI'm special,
there's a peculiar
streak about myself,
never once bothered
to see.

It's only partial,
that there are titular
flaws about myself,
always once bothered
to see.

I hope you didn't miss,
how great I am,
how great I can be,
because you would've aimed
too far away if you did.

but then you piss,
about how weird I am,
how weird I can get,
because you're famed
by your verbal bids.

how I've wandered,
to find my truth,
to find my real self,
but then again,
truth is what you make of it.

And how I've pondered,
to seek the good,
and to seek the organic self,
and once again,
good is what I feel about it.

Look how m

Under (18)Where did you go?
Where have you been?
Why are you hiding?
Why are you under?

I'm disappointed in you,
coming down on me like this.
the things that you did,
gave up, on these, needles you call important.

Who did this to you?
No one but you, that's for sure.
No one to blame, nothing to cure.
Not even I can convince you, to let go of it.

STING!

the needle reaches down from under you,
vibrates your nerves, relieves, some,
problems, you said you told me,
but I didn't believe them.

What happened to you?
vibrant, high in the sky that
I could see your beautiful eyes,
but I have to look down at you now...

But I still can't find y

ShardI keep looking, at my face,
my pimpled ugly fucking face,
i kept checking the glass,
staring right at my face,
and I took a long glance to notice something peculiar.

There was, a weariness in the mirror
that portrayed ugliness before me,
my face was too much for it to last,
and then, the glass, got old, got broken,
starting braking apart everytime it had to look at me.

I saw, shards,
braking apart, cutting my toes on accident,
but i could still see,
I could still see me through those shards,
but in a smaller perspective, I felt, perfect, being so broken.

They would dance around as millions of them dug
deep into my face, my por

AgainLook at my fist,
look at how bloody,
bruised, it was,
but notice,
that my face,
doesn't feel a thing,
not a scratch,
but I felt,
something,
again.

Take some time,
Take my innocence,
so small now,
but, I'm so tall,
ain't I?
Haven't measured in a while,
gotta keep track,
must, stand,
stay postured,
again.

Again,
It's all my fault,
but what did I do again?
send my happiness to a staggering halt,
Once again.

Mistakes,
check them off securely,
gotta make sure,
I'm not in a good mood,
but wasn't I?
I actually should be,
but, you know,
how lazy,
I can be,
all the time,
again.

Don't worry,
really, you shouldn't,

beg to hideshifting sands
the comatose

my enemies
at the table
we are friends
but i don't like you
we are family
but i don't know you

given to much
here's a breathe to start
now chewing on a lung
never knew the cancer spelled your name
wish compassion wasnt a poor choice
wanting to let go
lose the fear
kill the heart
but the earth wont rot

i'm the bad one
or so labeled
picked you up and set your way
thought the stone i skipped
could land on its own
instead of taking from me

now i see
the beggar grows
on two feet
hands are owed a bigger slice of promises
never made
fingerless and bleeding
is teaching me to never feed devils

You Tear Me Up

You tear me up,
Beat me down
Make me cry,
Tears falling to the ground.

What's the point,
If there's nothing else.
I am nothing,
I am no longer myself.

One simple comment,
Breaks my heart.
It kills my dreams,
Leaving my future dark.

Why do you do that?
You know I'm weak.
You point at me and laugh,
I know I am a freak.

You say you don't mean it,
But it hurts when you do.
What's the point of us,
When there's only me, and not you.

I thought you could be the one,
The one to take away my pain.
But no, you're not.
You make my tears fall like rain.

Slowly drowning, in this fear,
I'm terrified of me.
Why does this always hap

Why'd you leaveWhy'd you have to leave?
Did I do something wrong?
Was I not good enough?

I can't even remember when I ever saw you
I can barely remember what you were like
Can I even miss you?

Why'd you have to leave?
Why can't you be in my life?
You're in his life
But you can't be in mine

Why'd you have to leave?
Why'd you leave me for them?
I'm your only daughter!
Yet you can't love me!

Do you even think about me?
Do you even care about me?
If you do

Why'd you have to leave?

Lurking (25)Don't worry,
whatever is behind you,
you are safe,
you are protected.

It doesn't matter,
if you feel that, someone is always near you,
You will not be harmed,
You will not be harmed.

You know,
You were always, quite, special, to me,
Very much that,
Very much that....

It starts to sting when I'm not close to you.

You see,
I'm, a little, well, shy, but I wanted to get you know well,
by your warm body,
by your warm body.

I want,
to touch you in places, that, just break right through my soul,
but you hang in your bedroom,
you hang in your bedroom.

Can't help myself,
It isn't a problem, it's a gift, and you should see it,
sh

Memory (11)I remember,
you,
sweet, caring, beautiful.

But look at how dusty that memory has become in my mind.

I recall,
our,
many loves, cherishable.

But wait, did it happen? gosh, it's so easy for me to forget.

I reminisce,
all,
the great thimgs, i did for you.

But, I remembered, I remembered, that, it only lasted for the past.

hmm,
your memory faded before me,
I didn't mean to,
but it happened,
anyway.

your greatness was gone right before me,
You never died, no,
but it happened,
anyway.

your, everything, used to be in my arms,
I held the tightest grip, until,
my arms got sore, I had, reluctantly,
let go of you.

your, heart, u

Breathe (10)don't hesitate,

just, relax now,

don't, stutter,

just, calm down,

don't, yell,

just, rest for a while,

don't, scream,

just, cool off,

don't, hate,

just, apologize slowly,

don't, burn,

just, make amends,

don't, kill,

just, heal yourself,

don't, suffocate,

just, just,

Breathe.

Slowly now...

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by ~Somethingguy912, Feb 25, 2012, 12:33:31 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

there, right there,
over next to me,
I feel the hand,
dig into me,
soothes my skin,
breaks apart and my blood,
reaches out for her,
can't stop it,
feels too good,
it's always been there for me,
If I ask for it,
it will always be there,
present in my mind,
present in my dreams,
can't stop screaming with joy,
when she comes right near me,
crying so hard,
isn't enough,
to show for all of this enjoyment
I've had for her being there,
feeling bad, I feel better,
her soul touches right through my nerves,
start to get numb 'round the arms,
don't worry,
i might not feel nothing for now,
but,
my heart is literally dying for you,
right here,
right there.

You've always been there, pain...

Thereby ~Somethingguy912

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~OtakuTaicho Mar 5, 2012

Dude, seriously? I nearly cried. Well done, man.

~Somethingguy912 Mar 5, 2012 Professional Writer

wow, really? thanks!

~TheSonOfLilitu Feb 25, 2012 Student General Artist

I know the feeling.
Love the way you wrote this,
so frantic, desperate.
Plus the ending is just imprecable.

~Somethingguy912 Feb 25, 2012 Professional Writer

thanks! I came with the idea a few minutes ago and I imagined the last line to be a head-scratcher and make you have to look back more carefully how he said it.

~TheSonOfLilitu Feb 25, 2012 Student General Artist

Yeah,
the last part makes you have to re-think the meaning of the whole piece.
That's why it's so brilliant.

~Somethingguy912 Feb 25, 2012 Professional Writer

thanks! A lot of people told me that I have a lot of potential in poetry!

~TheSonOfLilitu Feb 25, 2012 Student General Artist

From what I see here, you truly do.
Keep at it.
Art is the most beautiful form of communication and expression.

~Somethingguy912 Feb 25, 2012 Professional Writer

yeah. Just wish i could draw worth a damn.

~TheSonOfLilitu Feb 25, 2012 Student General Artist

You're a brilliant writer,
you can't have everything. XD
Not even in my dreams could I write as good as you!
Ha, but anyhow, drawing, like anything, requires lots of practice. If you just give it a go and keep doing it, you'll learn a lot and develop your own style.

~Somethingguy912 Feb 25, 2012 Professional Writer

yeah, but it's strange, I entered poetry not knowing exactly what I was supposed to do with it a year ago. It never touched my life in any way in the past, nor did I even have childhood memories of writing it or even wanting to write like that in the first place. Poetry found me rather than me finding Poetry.

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