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PainPain is but a thing. It cometh to all of us but some of us can forget.
Pain is but a notion. It is what you let yourself feel when you wont feel anything else.
Pain is but a feeling in the flesh. A mere acceptance of a lack of anything else.
Pain is necessary.

Everyone gets hurt. Everyone feels the pain.
It's a step on each of our paths.
Pain is acceptance of loss.
Pain is necessary.

Soul CollectorBloody murderer…
Damned soul collector…

Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies…
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss…

A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind…
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control…
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face…
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
I prom

Am I Really Okay?They all want to know
If I am okay
Do they really want to know
Should I really say?

Should I tell them the truth?
That I'm not okay
That I cry every night
And hate every day

That I just see no light
That it's me I despise
That I'm a very sick person
Behind my disguise

Or should I tell them
That I don't ever cry
That I do see hope
That it's not a lie

They don't need
To be concerned
About me at all
And why my heart burns

SmileAnd it's okay. We all know that
when the lights gather and the teardrops fall,
sorrow tangling around
the branches of your reaching fingers, and
no matter how far up you see,
bitter webs still enwrap all of your leaves,
catching them, choking them -
that it's alright.
We've all got stars to watch,
even when we're the ones falling.
And when all you've got to your name
is a lick and a promise, I promise
to stay and smile with you.
(Even if it's just a fake).

I PityI pity the girl with ugly rags.
I pity the girl who faces despair.
I pity the girl with an emotionless face.
I pity the girl with broken bones.

I pity her....

All My Life...I've either felt like I'm just starting to crack
Or totally broken
Never once have I felt fixed
Never once have I felt I will ever be

My Little FriendI've got a little friend
He whispers in my head
And tells me all the things I need to know
I keep him a secret, or else they'll make him go

I've got a little friend
He follows me around
He points out the people I need to see
He tells me he's a part of me

I tell them it's not my fault
I tell them it wasn't me
I'm not quite sure where all this blood came from
I'm not quite sure but it wasn't me

I've got a little friend
He visits me in dreams
If I don't behave he hurts me
I try, I try I try

I tell them it's not my fault
I tell them it wasn't me
I'm not quite sure where all this blood came from
It was him, he did it
And now h

Washed AwayI keep saying I don't miss you;
Your arms around my waist,
Keeping me safe.
But if I were to speak the truth,
I would confess
There's a hole in my chest.
I don't know why I can't breathe without your help,
Me, help me be okay by myself.

You'll be washed away,
Washed away with the rain.
The rain is falling so hard,
Over my yard,
Today.

I keep wondering if you miss me
Like I miss you,
And watching Scrubs in your room.
But if I were to speak the truth,
I wasn't comfortable
'Til we smoked a few bowls.
But still, I hope you don't fall in love,
With some girl, with someone.

You'll be washed away,
Washed away with the rain.
It

BlindBlind

The colors themselves though they may try to disguise,
form a beautiful picture from the rainbow inside.
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide,
I'll show you each shade and I'll stay your guide.

It sounds like a melody the pen on paper,
I'll be quick to step in should your hands ever waver.
At times it's a whisper gently coaching each color,
but together were something each color a wonder.

Color, tastes like skittles,
it's not the shade outside,
but the flavor in the middle

The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers,
Soft and velvety as rough hands guide their shapes.
Tiny drops of paint are

NoNo, I am not okay
No, I will not be okay
Nothing you can say
Will make this pain go away

No, I am not fine
No, I will not be fine
Maybe this is all just a sign
That for him I should not pine

No, I am not all right
No, I will not be all right
I cannot sleep at night
For my regrets are in my mind's sight

Yes, this will take time
Yes, lots of time
All I want is one last stime
To convince myself he's not slime

Fake SmileWhat is a smile?
The first thing many people would say is that it represents happiness.
But what if I told you it was the complete opposite.

How am I suppose to expect others to accept me if I can't even accept myself?
I struggle every day trying to hide all my flaws.
But it's only natural for everyone to have some.
The only thing I can do to make myself look better in the face of others is to smile.

What is this feeling burning deeply within my heart?
Is it jealousy, hate, sorrow, despair or all of them combined?
I feel like my soul is chained away somewhere, struggling to brake free.
And I can't seem to find happiness in my life.

I was sorrowful oh rainFailures cling desperately to my crippled acts.
What meaning has life following deserted tracks?

Lost all I have; heeds no one still
my thoughts distraught, my heart 's ill

I wail in seclusion within plain barren lands
praying help shall descend through mysterious hands

But a dream would it be wishing, a foolish one too;
all men are happy and content; their sky depicts blue

Yet my sky growls and cries, for thunder reigns high
but I yearn for this thunder; for this rain to come by

A raindrop with a plop splashes my face
it wipes off the tears that have stained my façade

My whimpers grow silent, the wind hushes up.
Like a slo

HollowI'm hollowed to the marrow
Torn apart by this constant wind of emptiness,
My eyes seeking for the answer of a better tomorrow,
The malevolence of a disapearing bliss
Gripping the infinity of a starless night
Lost in a sphere of never ending torments
Riving the scale of an excrutating morosity.

Struggle and despair you carry
Euphoria and passion you exult,
While I can share nothing but a gap
Attached to a breeze
Falling into nothingness
Fatigued by the time flowing
Hollowed to the marrow

Writing TherapyWith nicotine-stained lungs,
Tear-smudged cheeks
And her heart on her sleeves.
With star-like eyes,
And sin-kissed lips.
She pours her soul into meaningless scripts.
With her head buried in the clouds,
She screams her thoughts aloud.
She wastes her entire afternoons,
To write words that dance to a soundless tune.
Writing makes her feel more alive,
And is why all those painful nights,
She has survived.

Meaning In Tragedy"Meaning In Tragedy"

The bells are ringing by the old broken-down church
The crowd starts to assemble as the casket is in suspension
Nestled above the bells is a nest where hidden crows perch
The crows start to tremble for even they can feel the tension
The flicker of my cigar burns out as I throw it on the pavement
Walking into the church aside a crowd so depressed
My cigar rolls onto a stone slab of another soul's engravement
The crows have flown away for they have left their nest
And the body in the casket the priest has just blessed
And one by one the guests offer their best blessings
Into an eternal slumber this body will n

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Laughing At NothingWhere have I been?
Trapped within marijuana leaves,
Scars,
And broken bottles that once held gin.

And those leaves had razor sharp edges and stems,
But they felt as dull as air to me,
And they felt as light as the smoke I inhaled, and breathed;
But only after holding it in,
Counting until I let it out; 1, 2, 3.
There was the release;
Feelings of memories of the past that contained so many worries.
But as the smoke spread throughout my body,
Lingering in my joints and dancing between my bones,
It seemed as if the past only existed as a
Jumbled-thought out scenario.
And that's when I realized,
Laughing at nothing never se

Stay With MeI've been running in my sleep,
Away from all the things that make me scream,
And as I sleep so soundly,
I wonder if you will comfort me,
Comfort me, Comfort me.
As I wish the tears away,
You carry on through another day,
Now there's nothing else that I wish to say,
So you just stand up, you're in your way,
You're in my way, you're in my way.

I've been running in my sleep,
Wasting time and dreaming helplessly.
When I'm alone,
Will you comfort me?
I just stared at the wall,
Maybe I'm waiting for the call.
When I'm alone,
Will you stay with me?
Stay with me, stay with me.

As I walked through the day,
I wished for nothing else

Emotionally DisturbedI walk day by day, holding up a shield,
Guarding one from entering my lifeless battlefield.
Standing when I crumble just to show you that I am strong,
When my knees are really giving out, and everything is wrong.
And all of this, it sticks with me and cuts me so damn deep,
And I'm finally realizing that there must be something wrong with me.
This is what I think, and what I'm beginning to know,
Because I'm emotionally disturbed, and that just comes to show

I am not the person that I seem to be,
Crying in my room because of my loss of company.
Hiding all thoughts, all emotions, and all truth,
Wearing this happy mask so I won't have

PessimistIt's 11:11, you say make a wish,
But I don't believe in magic,
And I don't believe in tricks.
You call me a non-believer,
But I'm really just unfaithful,
But I'm not a liar,
I just don't believe in this.

I'm just a pessimist,
Waiting for bad to come,
I think I'm on the list,
To be forgotten, to be undone.
Don't the days just drag on,
When you're all alone, and no one's home?
But I've learned to be by myself,
Because pessimists are always alone.

"Mind over matter",
You said those words to me,
But that's how dreams shatter,
When you're nothing close to beauty.
I'm not a downer,
I'm just honest with myself,
There's some th

Unfortunate MisconceptionsI am not a graceful person,
And I'm sorry for my awkward sadness,
If I had a chance, I'd learn it;
How to get through the silent madness.
There I go again, breaking all love to pieces,
And it's my fault, don't you dare say it wasn't.

I fell from elegance with a
Dull thud, you barely heard it,
And I realized I belong to all the
Leap days that never happened.
There I go again, ruining another chance,
And it's my fault, it should've ended before it began.

Light and dark mix under my skin,
Becoming a storm without lightning,
But you hear the echoes and when
They continue, you feel sad but not frightened.
There I go again, losing

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This Is How We Get By

by ~ShannonSteffen, Sep 21, 2012, 4:51:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

Why do we hurt ourselves so much?
I destroy myself with thoughts, you mark yourself with cuts.
And there are so many reasons,
But no one seems to listen.
So we laugh,
We cry,
And we count the reasons why.
We all have our own way of getting by.

Sometimes life is such a struggle,
We rarely get left alone, but we're still such lonely people.
And we're addicted to our own sadness;
Pain is the new happiness.
So we get drunk,
We get stoned,
And we build ourselves new homes.
We all have our own way of feeling grown.

No matter how hard you push me away,
I'll keep holding on tighter, and I hope you do the same.
'Cause I know life can be hard,
When we still don't know who we are.
So we give in,
We don't complain,
And we try to live each day.
We all have our own way of being okay.