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Love AgainHear my worries, fear my cries
Dread the whispered lullabies
Drown beneath the spinning skies
Feel the truth you can't deny

Taste the blood upon your tongue
Feel the poison fill your lungs
I am she who lies among
Those who know where things belong

Feel the weapons kiss your skin
Listen to the screeching wind
See my power, watch me win…
And never fall in love again…

You and MeCrystal drops of water resting sweetly in her eyes
Take her hand and hold her, wipe away her very cries
Take her through a forest lying deep within her mind
Shining gowns and silver crowns to which she once was blind

Take her through a meadow with the sparkling light blue skies
Wash away her guilt and say hello to the goodbyes
Quick, before she melts away, do take her hand and show
Everything she really never truly got to know

Quick, before she disappears, before she never sees
All that things could soon become and all that things could be
Take her shaking hands and hold them softly inside yours
Show her what was once a wall can tu

Even Leaves Fall For You
Gentle whispers
break
beneath a crest
of autumn leaves

capturing the fragments
of a drowsy
sunlit breeze

clipping velvet metaphors
to strewn
amongst the trees

just to
snag
the linen
of a darting sun rays
sleeve

WinterlandSoundless serenity,
A vastness of white.
Reflecting rays
Of sunshine,
Giving light
Giving life
To a realm of stillness.
Standing in the cold
I remember your face,
Pink flushed cheeks
All covered in wool.
Surrounded by silence
Deep and resounding,
Moving inside us
Softly deafening.
Winterland.
Colorless sand,
Trickling shards
Sparkling in your hand,
Tastes sharp
Like rusty shivers.
All beauty and frost
A heart of ice
Dancing on fire,
Embers of desire.
You looked so alone
On a blanket of ivory,
I just had to have you
For the grandeur
For the glory.
An act of chance,
An avalanche
Falling down on me.
All beauty and frost,
And I am so lost
In t

Blue As Can BeMommy, my heartbeat is strong as the sea
Mommy, my eyes are as blue as can be
Mommy, the future is clear as the skies
I shall love roses and sweet lullabies
I will examine the good in all things
I will discover the joy that love brings
Mommy, my hair is as smooth as the wind
Mommy, my future is soon to begin.
Mommy, your arms are where I do belong...
Mommy, I loved you... what did I do wrong?

The Guardian is DeadTime unfolds, life moves on
from trading secrets to
empty spaces under mistletoe

It's that time of the year
when solitude lingers
where happiness once lay

When a six foot tree turns
into a pathetic branch
with a lonely star on top

Where presents once lay
bottles of whiskey have replaced
and Christmas carols are slurred

There was never an angel
as I was your light
or so you once said

There was never an angel
as you were my guardian
but that guardian is now dead

Not meI knelt down
Dropped to my knees
Heavy on my shoulders
Your life weighed so much on me

I felt the break
It wasn't secure
I held my breath
And didn't return for air

Overwhelming is the word I use to describe
This endless facid to my own mind

I live for the moment
This moment I will live
Remembrances haunt me
I peel from my skin

Run DeepDown my wrists,
Off my hands.

My liquid of life,
On the ground in lands.

Tears are falling,
There he stands.

Not a second look,
Not even a demand.

His eyes hollow,
Hollowed by pain.

So here we stay,
In the pouring rain.

My blood is falling,
Never to be mine again.

The knife is crosses,
Over my soft skin.

Red seeping through,
The pain can begin.

Left behind,
Blood falls.

Emptiness is here,
The shadow calls.

Cuts run deep,
That's it,
That's all.

My Label/ Hi, My Name Is...Sometimes I think I need to wear a label,
A sticker,
A collar,
A tag…

That will tell you what is wrong with me…

"Hi, My Name Is:
Easily loving, falls to quickly, doesn't know when to stop, tries her best but can't succeed, and only wants to hold someone's hand… to feel that hand on her shoulder when she cries…"

The ink would be smudged across as if written in haste, a couple letters bolded in spots as if trying to fix a mistake…So many mistakes…

The edges would be peeling as if to forget I ever existed all together…
Sometimes, I think I need to wear a warning…

So you will know ahead of time th

SparkA gaze is all it takes.
And the one-sided spark flickers ablaze.
Thoughts crowd your mind, whispering ill fates.
Ignoring everyone, you stare, amazed.

Your heart beats faster with every step.
She seems familiar, though you've never met.

A gentle hand taps her on the arm.
She turns to you with a curious alarm.

An awkward moment passes, with silence flying by.
You gather up courage and simply say "Hi."

Another spark, it creates a whole flame.
Dancing like liquid, it burns all the same.

HeartthrobWhen I think about you
I loose my appetite

When I see you
I get uneasy

When I am near you
I start to sweat

When you look at me
I become nauseous

When you talk to me
A rock settles in my belly

When you touch me
My chest hurts

I think
I am in love

Cutting AwayWeird
me?
or do I just seem uninhibited
making myself into this

Polite, friendly on top
quiet and a little off underneath
most of my time spent thinking

But I can never come to a conclusion
where do I lie?
on the other side maybe
then again I could still be here

Hanging on by threads
slowly being cut away by society
how cliche that sounds

No, it's not society
but even I didn't expect who really held the knife
chopping the ropes I clung to

Hopes for a mistake
a glitch in the process of thought
leading me to this undenyingly painful ending
that has hurt me in ways I have yet to understand

I wait in the clouds
becoming quie

the courtshipUpon this skin he slips
Hushed in enchantment
Soothing valleys of lamplight and fire
A touch of rainbow whispers
And a fairy's sigh

Come upon this moonlights kiss
To ravage in gentility
For I am yours

And within this night of eternal spark
We become rain
Cleansing
Purifying
Feeding embers
To arouse a life
Lost within a tribal drumming

Feel me and you will know our song

How Much He Means To Me

How Much He Means To Me

How much he means to me:
it's higher than what we all thought.
I'll let the blade of the sword cut those who hurt you,
I go through hell... seeing you cry.

I stand still, watching.
I am the observer.
I watch over those who don't think they need it, but they do, and when they're sickly, I'll even be there.
Hush now, I'm watching over him.
I'm protecting him.

My love flows like water.
Calm.
Violent.
I sit. Staring.
I try, I do. I try to help.
But he turns his back. And I am sad.

I hate seeing you suffer.
My goal is to make you smile.
Why be mean, when I can be peaceful. Being angry isn't life.
Please, I beg you, sto

My Time With YouMy Time With You:

The days pass by.
Yet I sit here.
Thinking of you.
How I would like to be,
Within your presence.
I know I have to be patient.
Then it will come.
As I sit here and wish.
I could be here with you.
Not feeling so blue.
But tonight is different.
So don't be afraid.
Just look up at the moon.
Eyes wide with passion.
Knowing this is soon.
Let it be a clue.
My Time With You.

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Cured

by ~MikkiMarie, Nov 30, 2012, 8:14:21 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Sink the blade into your heart and watch your troubles fade
See the blood drip slowly as the memories invade
Feel the sorrow drench you with your own pathetic cries
Watch your body disappear into your many lies
Taste the broken happiness that lies upon your face
Breathe the air of loneliness, for you were a disgrace
Turn the many pages of the story not yet told
Touch the falling sunsets and the skies of ruined gold
Reach for every laugh that dares to stand before you now
Feel the lost emotion that has grasped your mind somehow
Force the knife into your skin and watch your future die
Feel the deep regret that you can no longer deny
Taste the words unspoken slip away into the air
Struggle for a breath without a moment left to spare
Wrap your fingers slowly 'round the trigger of the gun
Close your eyes and be prepared, for now the days are done
Hang your head in shame and say your final set of words
Watch your heartbeat turn to dust and know you have been cured...

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!Ammb96 Dec 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, this is a great piece. The flow is awesome and I love how you never really notice that lines are rhyming they just blend in perfectly. Other than that just a really nice dark emotional poem.

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~MikkiMarie Dec 1, 2012

Thanks so much!! Your comment just completely made my day!

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!Ammb96 Dec 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Your welcome. The comment was well deserved.

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~Blood-Red-Cure Dec 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Reminds me of Romeo and Juliet, though a lot more interesting.

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~MikkiMarie Dec 1, 2012

Thank youuu

means a ton!

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~Blood-Red-Cure Dec 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Welcome!

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~dancingdawn62 Dec 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Dark and emotional. just the way I like it, bro. Great job.

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~MikkiMarie Dec 1, 2012

thank you

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~dancingdawn62 Dec 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome.

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~angellove94 Dec 1, 2012 Writer

how was serviceXd

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