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The Girl Who Could Not LoveThere is a girl who could not love,

Would not love,

Should not love.

There is a girl who could not love,

Because it only brings her pain.

She'd tried it once or twice before. It was plenty. She had learned to believe it was impossible. For her to love, for someone to return her feelings. She lost her ability to trust. She no longer felt. She no longer cared. And then...He showed up.

There is a girl who could not love,

Would not love,

Should not love.

There is a girl who could not love,

The results are all the same.

What is this? What's happening? This can't happen. Not to me. Who is he? What about him causes this? Why, when i thi

Save meMy heart beats in my throat
My breath gets caught in my chest
My world begins to spin
The hurt I cannot express

My head starts to pound
My body starts to shake
My thoughts become chaotic
The smile on my face I fake

I am sinking in this quick sand
I am drowning in an endless sea
My mind creates a world of make believe
What is reality?

I have fallen into the depths below
Darkness is all that I can see
I am trapped here and the world has forgotten me
Won't Somebody please save me?

...help....help.
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My heart is heavy
My head hangs
Held by my hands.

Where am I going?
I don't konw.
Who am I?
I don't konw.

I need help...
can't you tell?

Lay my head down
In a dark room
Tears falling.

Where am I?
I don't know.
Who's there?
I don't konw.

I need help...
can't you tell?

Light sines through the window
Someone is outside
but I am alone
Head aching.

Who are they?
I don't know.
Whats going on?
I don't know.

I need help...
can't you tell?

Sitting up
Arms wrapped around my knees
Holding a stuffed animal.

Is anyone one there?
I don't know.
Can they hear me?
I don't know.

I need help.

HelpHelp

What is this that I see?
Surely this man of glass cannot be me.
What have I done, what have I become?
Why am I so weak, why do I turn and run?
This isn't me, it just cannot be.
I don't run, I would never flee.
Help me, save me, don't let me drown.
I feel my true self falling down, into the dark.
Soon the real me will be all but gone.
Soon I will have no strength to depend on.
This pain is consuming me, devouring my soul.
This heart is fading, and growing cold.
This isn't what I want to be.
Don't let this creature take control of me.
Can't you tell, can't you see?
Won't you help, don't you love me?
Don't let me fall, don'

A dish for the macabreRecipe for Sorrow

One shattered heart
Some broken dreams
A world falling apart
Right at its very own seams

A fallen love
A dash of despair
A pinch of wishes to be taken above
A tablespoon of traumatic scares

A very small helping of Santa's not real
A cup of lies
Flavor with you being sold as a deal
And season with being beaten up by a couple of big guys

Sautee with vice
And stir up your mother, who died on the morrow
Baste your memories of almost drowning under the ice
And there you have it perfectly, the recipe for sorrow.

The LadyMany months have come and gone,
and yet my garden grows.
Forever has this field been mine,
the Lady of the Blackened Rose.
For an eternity have they been blooming;
they awaken with the moon.
Happiness and peace cause them to wilt;
despair is their chosen tune.
I've watched them die in summer sun;
they return to greet the snow.
The frost has never touched their roots,
yet the spring they'll never know.
They enjoy the sound of screaming,
and they love causing me pain.
But if I were to leave the world,
they would be free from my dark stain.
You look me wrongly in the eye,
and you owe them your soul.
One evil slippage of your pi

The Day I Lost You

I remember the day I met you. We were young, only six years old, playing on the swings. I fell and skinned my knee, and you offered your hand to me.

From then on, we were inseparable. Through the hard times and the good times, through tears of joy and tears of sadness, you were always there. From the first crush to the first kiss and the first broken heart, you were there… always there with me.

One day when we were sixteen, we were walking home from school and took a shortcut through an alley. We didn’t know it, but we were being followed. He came up from behind and I felt a gun barrel push against my back. He said if we screamed

The Beauty of InsanityThere is such a thin line between intense pain and insanity. Like flirting with the edge of a cliff, we dance on the edge turning to and fro, oblivious to the danger that lies inches away from our delicately slippered feet. And as we float closer to the abyss we remain involved in only what we feel, and as we can not feel the bottomless chasm we flit about careless and self absorbed. Then with the fateful turn of the ankle we go careening into the rift and plummet faster and faster towards an inevitable end. We toss and turn our bodies in an intricate carnival of movement, dancing as we did on the edge, ignorant to our descent into darkness.

Under the Old Tree I'm sitting in the office of my grandparents home, staring through the big glass door that leads into their backyard. The pool is relfecting the weak winter sunlight that streams through the leaves of the old tree. Beneath it's strong branches, nailed to it's sturdy trunk is a little green birdhouse with a little red roof.
I built that birdhouse when I was seven years old. That's half my life ago. Now I'm staring out at it with a kind of saddness in my heart, knowing that when seven is a third of my life ago, that birdhouse will be long gone.
Who knows how many sparrows took refuge from a storm there? Who knows how many swall

No TitleWatch the moon shout its messages against the misty veil, showered in shooting stardusts and scattered planets; left uncovered. The dark blue oasis above is the road for the wind, whistling with leaves scattered in its current;flowing together like waves in an ocean; sea foam blowing bubbles on the sandy shore.

Shells gather from miles around to scatter themselves amongst the smooth clay covering the land. Footprints cross the shore; invisible travellers stalking the night and dissapering at the rise of the sun; handprints too, attached to silly babies stumbling along the muddy surface to the quiet waters.

The clouds spill their unwavering

notes and goodbyesThe notes been written
sealed with a kiss
a goodbye written in a day
Well what more was there to say ..

I'm sorry. No one could help me.
i gave in to the pain. i was sad, it was easy to see.

Different notes for different people.
All along similar lines
One for a friend, a counsellor a mother
One for a teacher, a doctor, a lover

i'm sorry i left you, after everything you did for me. please dont be sad.
suicide. happens all the time. I've gone to a happy place so it's not all that bad

Sweetly written sorrys and goodbyes
to explain i had to escape from depression
not that they would ever say i was depressed
they said i was a fig

My Father's LegacyMy Father's Legacy

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“I will always have time for you,” he said, as he held me in his arms two minutes after I left my mother’s womb. My frail cries at being separated from my mother’s warmth were soothed, as he held me close and kissed me on my forehead. “As long as I live,” he whispered, tears of joy in his eyes. “I will be there for you.” But I was too young to understand.

“I’m here,” he told me, wrapping his arms around me the first time I fell and scraped my knee. I sobbed into his shirt, comforted by the soft, faint smell of mint that always surrounded him. It wasn’t

I apologize I apoligize to the sun.. because it's being forced to look at the tradgic place we all like to call "earth" or "home". I can't bear to see it eighter.. the sun cannot look away no matter how hard it can try, It can't turn away. It see's all of the sins we polluted into everyones minds, thoughts, and actions.

I apologize to the moon.. because all it see's in the night is couples living in sin, the horrable crimes in the night, and the scuicide from young adults. Wanting to turn to another pleasent place on our "Lovely planet", But there's no where else to turn

I apologize to the stars.. for the people who want to reach up to reach them.. bu

LostEveryone's lost something at some time.
Like their house key,
So they're locked out in the rain,
Or their can opener,
So they can have baked beans for dinner,
Or a notepad, or a pen.

That's "losing" something.
An absentminded misplacement of something you need,
Which you will eventually find again.
But what if you love something,
Need something,
Depend on it for your own survival,
And peace of mind,
Yet, in what seems like a second,
Your life becomes futile,
And it's gone?

Alone at 00:49AMAs I sit here on this couch
spying on the night with my watchful eye
seeing the antics of the night world
as nothingness trundles by.

The golden glow of street lamps
Make my eyes go all hazy
Do I dare venture away from these lamps?
For fear of missing the parts of life,
that noone else gets to see.

For fear of missing the parts of life,
where lights shine incandescently
I think about my future wife
and emotion regains it's hold of me

We all drift off when we don't see
It's like a whole new kind of therapy
Where matter is nothing
And nothing matters
Empty space. Lonely... Easy...

Easy as it may be
we need somebody especiall

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I want to feel the sun.
I want to smile.
While the wind blows across my face.
I don't need you for that.
But having you here would be nice.
Because when you make me smile,
I feel like a thousand suns are shining down.

Having your friendship outshines the shadows.
Holding your hand makes me feel free.
Making me feel like I could fly, but always grounded to something true.
I guess what I'm trying to say is:
I miss you.
A lot.

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Save me from myself

by ~kid-at-heart, Aug 16, 2007, 10:26:49 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I'm by myself.
Someone save me from myself.
Save me. I'm hearing voices again.
They just fill my head. They won't leave.
Save me I'm drowning in my sorrow.

In a dream I was floating and laughing.
Soaring beyond what I could.
And then the scene changes.
A nightmare. I'm running and screaming.
Heart pumping fast, mind racing.
Nights just don't end.

You see me walking by. Stop me.
save me....
Living this life? No....not me....
A ghost, a memory, that's what I've become and no one seems to care.

When will this stop? Oh god, when will it end?
Please don't forsake me as a lost cause.
Save me, please.
You're going to leave me alone, in this shadowy realm.
With no one to turn to?
No one to care?

Save me from myself, and the torture I put myself through.
I'm now alone, in my dark corner.
It's my fault I'm here. Save me from myself.

Looking up for a glimmer of hope
and i see you reaching out your hand.
Afraid to take it, at first I refuse.
What if you're like the others?
The ones that shunned me away.

But seeing your eyes, they make me trust.
And i've seen a light in you, that no one can dim.
You're a friend, and true.
God sent me an angel, he sent me you.
Someone to fight away those night mares,

and bring back my dreams.
Someone to tune out those voices and give me room for my own.
And someone to wipe away my tears and letting me smile.

He sent you....
to me, of all people.
He sent you.

Save me from myselfby ~kid-at-heart

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

that one poem I wrotea long ass time ago.
i read it and made myself gag.
it was so horrilby written
and utterly emo and terribly written
so I reworked it

now it makes better sense and is shorter

~usernames-are-a-drag Apr 9, 2008

Wow! That's so brilliantly written.
And labels are from soup cans.

~usernames-are-a-drag Apr 9, 2008

Sorry. I meant 'for soup cans.'

~Amari-Chan Aug 20, 2007

I think I remember reading this poem. D:
Very emo, but also very good!

Lovely!

~Jenn

~SesshoumaruNoAnata Aug 17, 2007 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Emo, yes. Bad, no. Methinks 'tis very awesome!

~mangaeva Aug 17, 2007

Well maybe that makes the others sad but I think its a really great poem about Good friends that are there for eachother. ^_^ Thank you for being there for me!

~xDYSTHYMIAx Aug 17, 2007

Geez, that almost makes me sad again. D:

~kid-at-heart Aug 17, 2007

I'm sorry.
D:

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