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Wonder.Do you fear your own death?
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.

Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.

Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.

But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.

It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...

I'm afraid of how I'll
Live...

R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.

I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.

I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.

The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.

Now I have not

ListenCan you hear me
Listen
Listen to my cries
Hear me
Feel my pain
See your neglect
Understand what you've put me through
Hear me roar
My anger bouncing off the wall
My sadness ringing in
Your deaf ears
Can't you hear me
Do you just not care
Listen to me
Listen
Don't walk away
I'm not finished
If only you'd hear me
If only I could make you see
Why won't you listen
Why don't you care
Do you not see the tears
I'm shedding
You're the one that's made to care
It's your job
Why can't you just listen

Maybe you can't hear me
Yeah
That's it
I'm just not loud enough

Avoid Drama"Avoid Drama"

How dare you spread such rumors
How dare you say such lies
How can I be pregnant?
I'm not a girl; I'm a guy!

Why would you think that?
Why would you fib
About people you don't know
Or things you never did?

He broke up with her
She cheated on him
Please don't get me involved
I don't know where to begin

So what if you never
Got asked out to the prom?
It only lasts one night
Then life will carry on

Every week there's someone
Fighting with a friend
Who hates who this week?
Please let this drama end

Because I'll never understand
Why people have to judge
Adding insult to injury
To hearts that never budge

What

You Can Be A Poet“You Can Be A Poet”

I guarantee everyone is a poet
But I am willing to bet not many know it
Forming a poem is a simple task
Just string words on paper that seem to mask
Your hidden feelings on a certain subject
Or how you wish this world could be perfect

Not all poems have to be deep in meaning
And indeed even the simplest poems can be quite deceiving
This poem for example exists
Without any misdirection or twists
The focus of this poem is to provide
A helpful little guide
On how to write the absolute best
And bring out the skills everyone does possess

Poems work to magnificent avail
If one decides to retell a tale
Poems allow

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?

Zero.10.

I take a deep breath.
Is this really what I want?

9.

Of course it is.
Why am I even questioning it?

8.

"Because you're a coward,"
That cruel voice whispers,
"And you're looking for a way out."

7.

"No," my voice replies.
My voice is stronger.
I will be heard.

6.

I shift my grip on the knife,
And sink deeper into my sheets.

5.

My heart rate jumps;
My breathing accelerates.

4.

The world shifts in and out of focus,
As my senses are heightened,
By the adrenaline racing through my veins,
Knowing my end is near.

3.

I think back.
Is my will in order?
Have I written all the letters?

2.

My eyes flick open,
And I plunge the bl

How are you?"Hey! How are you?"

I'm bad,
Tired,
Hurt,
Depressed,
Alone,
Stressed,
Regretful,
Disconcerting,
Frozen to the core,
Broken,
Ready to cry some more,
Lonely,
Crushed,
Cold,
Life is just rushed...
Defeated,
In so much pain,
Feeling cheated,
Life has no gain,
Not good enough,
Worthless,
Life is just so rough,
A failure,
No one could care less,
Sorry for complaining so much,
Sorry for being selfish and such,

"I'm fine, thanks for asking! And how are you?"

MessEverywhere I go
Every single place
The troubles seem to grow
Every smiling face
Eventually frowns with woe

Why can't I do
Anything right
I just screw
Up everything despite
The happiness I try to spew

Is it me
Am I the source of this ache
Does the pain flow free
Is this what I make
People be?

Should I go away and hide
Never to see others
Or the outside
But would I stop another's
Pain and be the only one that ever cried

What is a life with no grey
When everyone is sad
I'd give it all away
It wouldn't be that bad
I would finally be able to say

I saved a life

Don't Pick Me!"Don't Pick Me!"

I remember sitting in the back of class
Whether it was english, history, science, or math
Staring at the clock; waiting to be free
Praying to God the teacher wouldn't pick me

Funny thing is; it's not like I wasn't prepared
I had most of the answers; though the teacher wasn't aware
But when I would raise my hand to answer a question
The teacher ignored me; never looked in my direction

This bugged me to absolutely no end
How could she pretend that I didn't understand
I'd keep my hand raised for what felt like days
But she'd call on a friend to much of my dismay

But what bugged me more; what I couldn't believe
When I didn't

Stronger"Stronger"

How does it feel to be erased?
How does it feel to be replaced?
Consumed by your inborn hate
You've made your grave in a lonesome fate

How does it feel to feel nothing at all?
How does it feel to stumble and crawl?
Not such a nice feeling now, is it?
Others may deem you as quite pathetic

I don't need your filth, your shame, your lies
And I found in time I did survive
I'm stronger now because I don't allow
People to walk over or break me down somehow

I don't need your trust, your eyes, your games
And in the end it was really such a shame
But I refuse to relate to the same mistakes
I don't allow myself to ache or break

I feel s

Just Another ScarI deserve it.
Every single infliction.
Every single slit.
My secret addiction.

Worthless.
I'm trapped, wanting to be free,
My flaws, my helplessness,
Nothing's good in me.

I'm a bad person.
I don't try to be.
But everything just seems to worsen,
I'm a failure, can't you see?

Blade against skin,
Blood against wrist.
The cut ever so thin.
Tears I must resist.

A bit too deep, I've gone too far.
Another sin confessed.
It's just another scar.
Just another scar to add to the rest.

cR a zYHer outbursts of deafening laughter
Bounced and hurled around
Her 'special' white room
As she rocked back and forth
Hitting the soft pillow like walls
Making the sleeves of her too tight jacket
Move with a similar rhythmic motion
But what stood out the most were her eyes
Even though they sometimes were hidden
By her untamed mass of dirt brown hair
Her bright midnight blue eyes shine brightly
She did not see the white room
Nor did she feel the suffocating pressure of the room
Instead she saw and felt a soft field of green grass
And a little black kitten with amber eyes
That would bat at a delicate butterfly
That carried the

Morning Light“Morning Light”

These hills that I’ve traversed
Within each and every verse
Have led me to believe
In all the things I see
And where I am right now
I could never imagine how
I have gotten myself to stand
On my own two feet again

I thought I could never dream
Or at least in what I mean
Or maybe this is fake
And these thoughts I can not shake
So sad and unaware
Bad thoughts are always there
Floating in my head
Taunting me instead

I don’t want to be naïve
And believe in what I see
But this thing called pressure
Is more than I can measure
Anxiety never disappears
Even though the ones I fear
Have finally gone away
I st

Curtain Call“Curtain Call”

On a corner of a block lies a theater with a stage
For twenty dollars audiences sit like mice in a cage
Watching actors personify characters they are not
Understanding metaphors and subtle nuisances in plots

Except for this play the actors have vanished
Craving an encore the audience is famished
The actors have taken leave; the director walked out the door
The orchestra section is empty for they will play no more

There is no phantom; there is no opera
The sopranos can not sing; the tenors concur
The scripts are ripped, the actors have no direction
The villains have quit for they lack motivation

The curtains

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Mommy and Daddy

by *PrussianPersephone, Jan 18, 2013, 7:35:19 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

Mommy, Daddy, are you okay?
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.

All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.

"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.

Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm hiding under the blankets, writing these words down with a pen.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're tearing my heart into one, two, three.

A piece for each of us, a piece of my heart,
the beating has stopped before it could start.
Two sections I wish I could install into both of you,
yet I'm afraid I have not yet found the proper glue.

"It isn't your fault, so don't let his words get to you."
I know, Mommy; they're not supposed to be true.
"In these moments, he just directs his anger at anything in his sight."
Daddy, please stop this man that isn't you; it's giving me a fright.

Mommy, Daddy, I want to help you both so much...
But all I can do is use my pillows as a protective crutch.
Mommy, Daddy, when was the last time you both kissed?
Don't you realize...that your love is greatly missed?

Mommy and Daddyby *PrussianPersephone

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

I know it's taboo to write stuff talking about your feelings and putting them on dA.

But you know what?

Last night was hell for me, and I'm going to vent.

Just because I'm as old as I am doesn't mean these fights will not affect me.

As long as I'm there to hear them, they always will.

Edit: ...my God. This made the front page.

And so many people are commenting with such amazing, inspirational, and amiable things.

Thank you. So much. To everyone.

I hope if anyone else is going through this as well, that you find luck in your situation.

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~samsamsammysam66 Apr 3, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This really hits home.

~JazminandSilvett Feb 18, 2013 Student Writer

this actually is making me cry this is exactly what i wanted to say when i was 10 but was to stupid to. Mom is making things worse and is never happy and blames dad. dad blames mom and brings other women to be in my life. One almost tried to stab me. I feel like they are using me... and i just want to show this to them... but they will never understand its like i make a picture for them and they throw it in the trash

~ZombieQueen368 Feb 17, 2013 Student Filmographer

this is beautiful

~RenosGirl77 Feb 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I've never heard of it being taboo to put stuff about your feelings on here. (If it is, I'm in the deep stuff :-s) But I really know what that's like - there's few things more horrible or scary than your parents fighting, no matter what age you are. The one good thing about it is that I would never fight with my husband in front of my kids because of how it hurt me when I was a kid. I really hope things get better for you soon.