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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

Life Life.
What does exactly life mean?
Let me crawl out of my dark corner and spit out my own definition. Let me shed these words before it becomes illegal. Let me crawl out for a moment; after I finish you can toss me and my ripped soul back in my gap. You can laugh at me and my foolish words. You can spit on my face and step on my heart.
And I know you will.
Life.
Life is built of silly, great, sweet, glorious, uplifting, cheerful, colored lies that we are used to call dreams. You can claim that I'm insane but try to analyze your dreams for a moment. Try to grab those sweet words you whisper to yourself every night. You can try but it w

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.

How Dare You?How Dare you suck out the strength in my limbs?
How Dare you distract me in lectures with a look,
A flicker of interest?
How Dare you smile knowingly at me, as broadly
As the ocean?
How Dare you know I'd do anything for you?
How Dare you wring my heart in my chest ruthlessly,
And make my cheeks burn?
How Dare you call my name, your tongue tethering to it
As if it were your own?

How Dare you?

How Dare you entice my ears with your jokes, your laugh? "You get to hear my
Droning voce," you say as you glance my way.
How Dare you twist my emotions into a salad of anxiety
And anticipation?
How Dare you holster down that which is sava

Eyes on mePeople are watching every move that I make.

I must blindly obey for much is at stake.

Watched and controlled like a puppet on strings.

Of course, they don't know how it hurts and it stings.

Everyone's eyes are directed at me.

Just like a show for everyone to see.

Watched with pre-caution and told to be "good".

They say it's because I should act like I should.

I play the act, my part, take my place

And get ready for the crowd that I know I must face.

Some cheer, some scorn, some shed bitter tears.

But they'll never know my secret fears.

I don't know why this thing has to be.

But all I know is that their eyes are on me.

This Is How We Get ByWhy 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

There's Black All AroundThere's black all around, with nothing to touch or see,
I'm hanging by dead images that started to discolor, swallowed by the obscure sea.

In this dark universe the wind is breathless,
To never wake up again, to bleed to death – it would be a bless.
The sweet, cold rain, it never pours,
Because here's no sky, no earth, no exit doors.

There's black all around, with noting to smell or hear,
In my dreams is still a bit of color, but soon it will disappear.

In this dark universe my heart stopped beating,
Here's no oxygen, because there's no need of breathing,
For the last shard of sun I'm still grieving…

I'm screaming to the

Broken GlassesThe tale began with my trudge down the road.
Hidden faces piercing me; were I some sort of a show?
But I was broken, broken within my heart.
And so I realized too late,
but even before I could have realized, my glasses broke.

If I were to wear them,
would appear the people,
who imitated my friends.
But sculptures too erode; they're nothing anymore,
through my broken glasses.

I once sensed the feel,
were I lost in lost spaces;
for them I wasn't even real.
Nothing more I'll be, they still jeer at me,
while I wear broken glasses.

She did love me once,
such long time ago,
when times were not tense.
But breaking a pledge

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

Shove Me"Shove Me"

A little bird often sings outside my window
Lonely as sin he made a nest above the snow
With his delicate singing I smile as wide as I can
Still it doesn't help me forget the terrible person I am
Songs so soft and pleasant to the ear
Songs that would wash away anyone's fears
Songs as beautiful as the evening rain
Songs that have hidden messages of peace contained
Yet vultures and crows feast on birds of his kind
Perhaps its fate our lives have intertwined
Because just when everything to this bird starts making sense
The eagles come and sweep away his self confidence
Yet a bird so strong still needs to learn to fly
F

The Intelligent Are So SadA cascade of words parade around,
with thoughts of atoms and connotation.
She is brilliant, they say,
but she knows she is lost.

Numbers are her companion,
she understands their mean, average.
Words can twist her brain,
she loves the wonder they bring.

She is intelligent, they say,
but sometimes,
she doesn't feel clever enough.
Sometimes she feels clever too much.

Excusez-moi, in perfect French,
but nothing is gained by perfect word tense.
She is clever, they say.
But she is not clever the way they know.

She sees things as they are,
and she prefers her thoughts to the world.
She knows she loves them more than they in return

The FallingThe Falling

Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow

Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips — the anathema of your dying soul

Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue —
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's gra

SeptemberI don't know why,
I still break down and cry,
At times I find myself,
Wanting to shout out for help,
I want to tell you that I love you, but I don't know,
I just don't know if what we had before is possible,

I hope that you'll always remember me,
And the good times that came to be,
Forget the arguments and the fights,
Step out of the shadows and walk into the light,

Maybe one day we'll talk again,
Forgive each other for our sins,
Until then I'll hold it all in,
Because sometimes it takes two to begin,

Honestly, I just want this month to be over,
As days go by I can feel my heart grow colder,
This would've been two years togeth

TreasureI found a treasure on the street,
More precious than anything I ever saw.
He was hiding in the shadows,
Unnoticed by those who never look.

But I saw him, filled with light,
With a heart of gold and calming warmth.
I saw him, hiding in the darkness,
Hoping for some light to reach his eyes.

I knew what he was waiting for,
I knew how he felt, day for day,
Where hope seemed unreachable,
That boy whose life seemed worthless and dark.

I saw the surprise he felt,
When I stopped and reached towards him,
"What are you doing in that corner?
Look around, it's a bright and sunny day!"

Slowly he nodded and stood,
his large eyes finally t

It Feels Like PainJealousy...
Watch while it destroys me.
As it wraps its hands around my throat,
my eyes are pleading...
just...
just choke.

So thrilled for you,
you and your happy ending.
Even if it means I lost my company,
and now I'm stuck here alone.
Alone in my misery.

But I wont dwell,
and I like to pretend I'm well.
So I grab my guitar and head to the ocean.
I'll stand in the sand,
and write you a love-song.

I'll sing it loud
as the waves crash over me.
Saltwater disguises the crying.
And I can make you believe,
that I am not heartbroken.

Not that it matters.
After-all,
in the end it's just pain.

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Soul Collector

by ~THFan259, Sep 21, 2012, 11:13:50 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Bloody 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 promise, just one more… one more stolen core…

You know you shouldn't, but your claws are digging already in his chest,

I'm spilling his blood, the flesh I wrest…

Don't collect this soul, not this time,

I must capture his soul before he captures mine,
I promise, just one more... one more crime…

His eyes are open but the light has died,
Soulless, through the dark he'll abide,
Soulless, wandering blind,
Still, his eyes are open wide …

I just tried to share the love that is breaking my chest,
But the venom is running through my veins, I'm just… a pest,
My heart is just a hand of dust, I can only infest…

Bloody murderer…

Damned soul collector…

I am…

Soul Collectorby ~THFan259

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~karlikbezcokolady Nov 30, 2012

great

~THFan259 Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you

~theWitchofGrich Oct 26, 2012

Soulless, through the dark he'll abide,
Soulless, wandering blind,
Still, his eyes are open wide …

my God, this is brilliant!!!

so dark and so emotional

I love it!!

~THFan259 Oct 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thanks

~ninjatakes321 Oct 1, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

you'll embrace death one day and you will find her to be gentle and warm....leaving your cage and living the light, the soul collector will take away the journey and pain, live your life in everlasting happiness

oh god my head hurts..

~THFan259 Oct 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Imagine a man. He screams out his lungs because the flames are taking over his body. His flesh is on fire because let's say... he tried to save a little girl from a burning apartment.She goes out alive but he " embraced the death". Please, go tell him how gentle the death was; well, at least it was warm.

I have another wish. Could you please send me message when you find the everlasting happiness?

If you don't like my writing you could stop reading. I didn't force you to read my rant.

~selena-lenoir Sep 24, 2012

Uhm...yes. So much yes. I love this. So much. This piece is beautiful and dark. To not want to break someone yet not being able to pull away from the habit...the wonderful adrenaline rush that comes from feeling the person break. From knowing that you are the reason the light has died. Wonderfully done.

~THFan259 Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you

~selena-lenoir Sep 25, 2012

You're welcome!

~ThatGirl46 Sep 24, 2012

This is soo Cool! It's deep and morbid. I like it.

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