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.I stare at the screen, waiting for some burst of inspiration to rain upon me like a meteor shower sent straight from the gods of literature heaven.

Nothing.

A sigh escapes my lips, and I haphazardly bash random buttons of the keyboard, watching as the blank document before me is littered with an incoherent placement of characters. The monotone click-clack seems to just resonate with the narcoleptic beating of my heart, further fueling my senseless crusade.

Where has all my writing gone?

It feels like it was just sucked right out of my soul. Ideas constantly plague my mind, yet all I can do is write them down. When I go to type them out, n

AbsenceShe used to lie awake all night
consuming letters with voracity;
it was the utopian lair she created
to slip away from the turbulent world.

Only too soon she learned
that you can't always hide
within parchment crevices.

(reality always finds you)

Even now, when she yearns to fall between printed canyons,
she can't help but curse those passive and lethargic days;

"It's too damn easy to fall in love with words on a page."

Hold On"Hold On"

Come on, kid
Please don't disappear
We have a better place for you
That's far away from here

You have to get better
We always wanted a son
Let the medicine run it's course
This battle is not yet won

I know you're not breathing
The doctors told me why
They told me you're not leaving
And maybe you could die

There are plenty who love you
Waiting at our home
Mommy fixed your crib
This bed is not a throne

This is the third time I've been
In a hospital this year
The others didn't go well
I lost many who were dear

I ran away to find myself
Because I was once lost
I needed to see what was important
Paths were so criss-crossed

But I'v

lost.Wandering,
waiting for your voice to
reach out for mine.
Fingertips of satin,
caressing the confines of my
soul;
whispering a thousand constellations to my waning sanity.
Promises upon promises,
mosaic labyrinths etched into mutilated
flesh.
Trembling lips — July's blasphemous sun
lingering above December's intangible moon,
and these looking-glass limbs scream for your
tongue to shatter me into one million
pieces.
Rose eyelashes; iron thorns and liquid petals
flutter open to the dull luster of our
salt-licked sarcophagus—
and in the end, your nebula fades away
in the disintegrating morning, just like my [heart] broken
heart.

The Butterfly BoyI saw a boy playing in the dark.
He was small and frail, but his eyes had a spark.
In the hands of the child was a shimmer of light,
Matching that of a star in the night.

The shimmer glowed vivid and pink,
Rather cute, someone might think,
And a smile rose on my face,
As I watched his moves, full of grace.

As the shine grew bigger, it split,
Making shadows dance as it did.
Repeating his motions several times,
The boy was now swarmed with pink butterflies!

The boy stood and raised his hands,
Allowing me to see him entranced,
With a gaze in his eyes bright enough
To cover all in his days, that was rough.

I found myself watching for hours,
Wishing I had such magical powers...
So I let my eyes rest,
Letting darkness fill my chest...

***
Many years passed since then,
The boy's now a handsome young man.
And the spark in his eye

When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.
Don't move.
Don't think.
Don't dream.
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't cry.
Don't laugh.
Don't smile.
Don't frown.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
Don't breathe.
Don't exist....

And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.

Ode to BrasOh bra, dear bra,
such close friends we are.
Never straying by my side,
never going far.

But bra, dear bra,
I must confess it this day:
At times you can be painful,
and my skin tends to flay.

Oh bra, dear bra,
why must you be so conflicting?
Meant to hold up females modestly,
yet force us into awkward itching.

So bra, dear bra,
I am afraid I must ask:
For being such a wondrous garment,
why must you be such an ass?

Oh bra, dear bra,
so tenacious around our chests.
Would it kill your rigid fabric
to alleviate our suffering breasts?

Yes bra, dear bra,
I mean my words today.
Kindly stop your aches and pains
or a dirty game I'll be forced t

So Perfect But Yet So WrongThe beating heart
The sudden heat
Every little part
It just can't be beat

His gentle smile
His calming eyes
His perfect hair
His sweet voice

Its all so perfect
But yet so wrong
Its all too perfect
And it's all wrong

My stupid hair
My dirt brown eyes
My crooked smile
My weird voice

He would never think
That I too
May have some feelings
But I just back away

I'm so wrong
He's so right
So he goes with her
Cause she's perfect

And so my fleeting moments past
And he goes back on his way
So much for that
Just so perfect but yet so wrong

Pursuit of HappinessI've been constantly wondering
Why my heart wasn't content
It kept sending me messages
But I never knew what they meant
So I set out on a search
I had to find the real me
And figure out exactly what it is I'm meant to be

And I had to take off, I just needed to go
No idea where my heart may roam
I just need to find a place that I can call home
Where I don't feel so impossibly alone

I ran down the street through the masses of people
Looking for my friend's house with a steeple
"He must know the secret to success,
All of his stuff is imported, and it's the absolute best."
As he opened the door, and I looked inside
Things were st

Imagine By Brunch Eng Lyrics

John,

Still in this place, People fight only
for themselves,

John,

Will the paradise you once dreamt ever
become real?

The paradise you always dreamt!

There isn't up or down,

Everyone is under the same sky,

The paradise from our dreams! ( That's
our paradise)

Greedless, nothing to lose

An impartial world,

A dream paradise,

Here right now!

John,

How's over there?

Has your dream been fulfilled?

How long we need to wait to meet the
paradise,

We've always dreamt?

The place you always dreamt of!

There isn't up or down,

Everyone is under the same sky,

The paradise from our dreams! ( That's
our paradise)

Greedless, nothing

I love you.When you talk to me my world gets brighter.
Surprised you fell for such a distorted writer.
When you look at me with eyes so true.
I can't help but think of my future with you.

You take my hand and never let go.
With our love so true yet no-one knows.
We can lay forever and our love will never die.
No-one can compare to us no matter how hard they try.

The miles apart will never stand in the way.
But when we finally are together there will be so much to say.
One hug and I'll never let go.
And my feeling for you will only grow.

We must suffer the wait for us to together,
But I promise you I love you like no other.
My journey begins to find y

Stolen from the LightThere was a girl
an innocent girl
until the dark stole her
from the light

And the dark broke her

It washed the colour from her eyes
and replaced the green with gold
Her world bent over backwards
because she no longer saw the light
only the dark

And then everyone shut her out

When she smiled, it was no longer an innocent smile
Nothing could hurt her anymore
Because if it did
She’d hit back

And then the dark toyed with her

She played with men
She played with their minds
until they broke too
She was no longer innocent

And then she gave up a part of herself

She stopped feeling one thing there was left to feel;
guilt
Because she fin

Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.
The truth is that I want to die.

"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"

"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse

"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.

"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.

"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.

All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?

For YouYour heart may bleed diamonds,
but they all they see is dust.
Your soul may run black with ink,
yet they see it as pandemonium.
The miasmas you feel in your mind are not discord,
but a precious, beautiful gift meant solely for you.

The letters care not
however you arrange them;
perfection is perfection
when it comes from your veins.

These worlds exist for you created them—
there is no such thing as
“imaginary”
as long as you know their universes.

Cry and laugh and weep and smile,
for the blossoms you water shall grow
into a microcosm of your own design.

You are a god and a king,
a queen and a demon,
whose words

I'm lyingI'm fucking fine.
Just dandy my dear.
Though my wrist are torn,
my lips sewed shut,
my heart crumbled on the floor
as I curl up in a tiny corner.

I'm still fine.
I am taking my medicine.
I'm doing what you want.
I am crying myself to sleep at night.

I'm just fine.
I have a smile on my face.
I have my sleeves pulled down.
I am standing here, aren't I?

I'm fine.
Why don't you believe me?
Everything is okay.

How are you today?

Oh, me? I'm just fine.

but I'm lying again.

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by *PrussianPersephone, Feb 22, 2013, 9:02:34 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

My mind
just can't
seem to

s h u t u p.

Too many "fuck you's"
that morph into
"I'm sorry's"
drip off this
dagger-tongue
like acid.

Monster.
Grotesque.
Liar.
Erratic.

Try and make it better. Fail. Try again. Break down.

So many faults
that seem to just
turn me into someone
I'm not.

Look into the mirror. See nothing but a clone. Fabrication. No longer me.

I stare and want
to break that glass
so that I can also
b r e a k.

Try and say something. Turns into nothing but rage. Take it out on you.

This shattered heart
only wants to make it
better
and become one again.

"I want to hate you."
"But I can't."
"So I hate me instead."
"But why won't this stop?"
"Why can't you make it stop?"

Stop.

Breathe.

Think.

"...it's not my fault."

Say what you want to say. Honest brutality.

"H E L P M E"

No.

It's time for me to

s h u t u p.

—whisper—

_{...I'm sorry.}

-by *PrussianPersephone

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

...I'm sorry.

~Sparks-Fly-Upward 6 days ago New member Student Writer

As I read this I envisioned you standing in front of a mirror, writing these staccato lines as they came to you, raw and unrestrained. Every time you'd blink, you saw a Cyberman in the mirror, staring at you, telling you to conform. But your fighting it off as it struggles to consume you, your shadows and demons. Back and forth you fight them to a stalemate, but still they threaten to conquer you. To me, it seems like you know that this fight will not end, but you still fight on because you must, lest you have your humanity sucked dry.

I really liked this one, because I really felt what you were feeling as you wrote. Excellent job, as always!

~greenmusiclovingfrug Feb 28, 2013

~Hetalia-Spain Feb 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

((Don't apologize dear. It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong. Venting is good, it allows you to calm down and think on a clear mind. Never blame yourself for anything, since I've learned that got me nowhere. Neither does self pity unfortunately. If those things helped me at any time, I'd do that more often.... But alas, the only way to keep moving in this somewhat cruel reality is to stand back up and pick up the pieces of your life. Make your existance known throughout the world with your writing. Do that, and one day you shall be successful. Until then, never give up. Never apologize. Actually, scratch that. You should know when to and when not to apologize. Any who, where was I... Oh right. You're an amazing, talent, fabulous, awesome, beautiful, and beyond excellent writer. Keep going, keep being an inspiration to us all. And now I shall stop spouting words, for I'm sure this is a pretty long comment. xP))

~SherlockedHazza Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, just wow.. o:

~0-EmoLeopard-0 Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

it's incredible. There's so much emotion hidden in the words.

~The-Panda-Bread Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

beautiful.
It reminds me of a person I once knew.
Someone I would rather have not met.

~susei1348 Feb 22, 2013 Student Filmographer

I love it.

~ghearradh Feb 22, 2013 Student Writer

_{This is so amazing. The format is so eye-catching. Very, very well done, dear.}

~findmyface Feb 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Your poetry is so real, I would love to see you make a living out of it!

~forxa Feb 22, 2013

[link] maybe this'll help you calm down a bit. I dunno if it would help or not but one part of your poem made me want to show you this.
I'm sorry if this isn't helpful. I'll stop bugging you soon...

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