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Screaming SomethingThere was something about your eyes
That just screamed “Save me!”
If you could only just scream out to.
Everyone to save you from.
There are just so many to save you
From. How I wish I could help.

I tried to look in your eyes and say to you
“Trust me! I can’t stand watching you hate it!
I could never stand watching you hate me!”
But your eyes went blank; I could see how
You stopped to look, no longer searching,
And you glared at me, knowing that I couldn’t
Save you.
Help you.
Look at you.
With true.
Love now.
Without yours.
My love.
Is lost.
Broken, you watch as my heart is broken,
With a blank face and sc

1-1-6-6In due time
The greenest leaves
Will all begin to brown
And tumble gently to the ground

In every being's life
Everything begins to fade
As they're covered by the shade
Of what destiny begins

As one curtain is drawn closed
A sliver of light shines through
That foreshadows what is next in line
And destiny prepares itself for yet another time

Enjoy the SilenceFootsteps rushed by as I heard someone shout, “I think he went that way!” My heart beat faster than I could ever recall it beating, and I heaved a heavy sigh. One way or another, I would have to deal with them later on. I have to say, life was just dandy for me back then.

I paused to observe the room I ran into. It was a small, cramped, and rather dark closet located towards the back of the school. Seeing mounds of decrepit old equipment from past generations of students, I found myself wondering how long this room had gone untouched. Silence was also prominent in the room. Very quickly, I noticed its unfamiliar ring.

Sliding

UntitledSomewhere in the forest
A wolf cries to the moon
So I begin to ponder
Alone here in my room
As to what the wolf is after
When it calls out to the moon
I think I thought of something
But I fell asleep too soon.

You Ought To KnowNow you ought to know
How much I don’t show
To anyone or anything
Does that have a familiar ring?

Now, I bet you don’t know about my low self-esteem
And I’m sure you couldn’t tell me what it is that I dream
About late at night when everyone else is asleep
Because you’ve never taken time to venture into the deep

But you ought to know what I know
About how you’ve learned to grow
From your own dark past
Like I said, it would never last

I know why you cry all alone
And I know the meaning behind every little groan
I have opened all the doors that you shut so tight
But careful I will be to never let in the lig

In BlissCaught in your ocean
riding waves lost in passion
Two souls intertwine

AnxietiesHands over ears, screams hide the tears
Like monsters, they stand around, eerie and cruel
Grotesque and uncontrolled
They drive me to the point of collapse
So I do.

I’m the ground
I shake and tremble and tear everything down
I am the ground
I don’t understand how anyone stays around me
When I’m like this

I’m like a stone
Rolling out of control
Loud and predictable, we all know where I’m going
Down, as sure as water, I will fall
And as a boulder, I will tear down everything in my path

Quietly, GentlyShy smiles and fluttering butterflies,
My heart would beat faster when I looked into your eyes.
Even then, as I held you warmly in my arms,
Every word you said put me under your charm.
Dozing off, I sent you a little smile.
And told you that it’s fine to fall asleep for a while.

When you awoke, the sun was setting for its own time to sleep.
So I pulled you close and breathed in so deep.
Quietly, in the dark, I slowly fell in love.
Gently in my arms, I called you my little dove.

Nothing LeftIs this the end of me?
Is this my destiny?
All that I am worth or worthy of?
Please, if there is someone above,
there must be something more than this..

Someone's taking the piss,
And it’s not funny anymore,
But you see,
The joke is on me
So I give up
I'm just not
Able to go on.
Somebody show me how
Tell me what to do,
Is it really true
That I have to go with the flow?
Then, I give up
This is not living, anyway
I need a break
From all the stress I can’t take,
I’ll be let down,
And it will be soon,
But the world keeps spinning around,
And I fall deeper in love with you.
This is my living hell
Don’t forget this days
You may as well,
Travel anywhere.
For I have nothing left to give you
But this weary heart.

Mocha ManMocha Man:

Your eyes,
An ever expanding ocean.
Blue,
Sea-foam green.
Aqua Azure: all synthesizing within a whirlpool of
You.

Those lips…
So soft.
And when I
Put mine upon yours
And you pout them so
Delicately,
You create a loss
For words.

Your skin: Perfect.
Dark as night,
You taste like espresso.
I call you my
Mocha man.

MorbidHis eyes are
dark of course
his gaze drab
and lacking
his fingers thin and long
made for pressing down
on the wooden necks
of old cellos,
made for pattering along the
path of the black and white
plastic of
piano keys.

He drinks his coffee
black
because he's so sick of
the sweetness.
Tired of the tart smiles
of false romance,
bored with the everyday
metronome of her beauty as
it threatens to dictate
the rhythm of his universe.

The robust,
power of bitter
structure quakes his tongue
and he feels as though
he has just breathed in
a black
ocean.
He sputters
and spits
and is not careful
about staining his new
white dress shirt.

He laughs.
This

They Haunt Me.It Haunts me

My mind echos their voices

It haunts me

My eyes only sees their faces

It haunts me

My skin feels their final touch

It haunts me

Even in this cold place of solitude

It haunts me

They haunt me

It haunts me

I walk along this Barren Path.I walk along this barren path,
Fighting back thoughts that haunt my past.

"what's the matter, you look really sad?".
A simple Question, that nobody asked.

I hate to be defined by the things that i did,
And be robbed of second chance for me to live...

But somehow the world may be a better place,
if the rest of it never got to see my face.

But i wont stand here and complain of my fate,
too many chances i had and didn't take.

Now my route is set and ill follow it to my end.
As I've given up my search for someone to call a friend .

I just Silently Continue to do my Lonely Acts,
Walking along this barren Path.

Dead Titans.The broad-deepening dark
Is held by the man-built stars
Hanging high in the street.

The sky flies death-shroud black
And none that man may build
Could match it's murk.

In streams of priceless gold
The morning basks the bitter land.
How could man dare to hold it in his hand?

A cathedral standing titan tall
Enwrought in diamond-dowry
Gold-gleaming majesty
Is a wasted child beside
A mighty, moon drowned mountain.

A painting of Holy Christ, in milk-linen
Robes of purest white
Is a filthy rag to the whiteness of His soul.

And the loving matron girl
Who croons o'er a cradle-bound
New born child
Is a brute to Mary over her
Most beloved Boy.

T

The Worn WomanSpaghetti strings of rough-red
Hair and cheap-churned out clothing
Cloak her crooked, worn out form

Two chattering, bawling babes
Run ragged at her rough-shod feet
And drive her to charity

Crude caked face paint
Hide the bruises and scars
Left by past paramours

"Eat your bread" she murmurs
It may be their last meal for a while
A wet winter cough crumples the child.

A little, state set housing block
A hundred warring couples
And seas of eastern opium.

Her mother sees a younger self
In her.

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Barely Breathing: Version 2Blood drips down to the ground
I can barely breathe, the room spins around
My head is lost, fading far away
So it can jolt right back, and escape the fray

My body’s weak, losing strength bit by bit
In the back of this room which is barely lit
While she stands over me with a smile on her face
Mouthing the words, “You can’t escape from this place.”

Gasping for air while the tears flow from my eyes,
I try to scream at her to forgive all my lies
But her head only shakes, and I understand what that means
I can see the pitiful look as on a wall she leans

I can barely breathe, can’t even scream her name
Even if I cou

Barely BreathingIn this forest, surrounded by the green
We could finally breathe
Away from the mobs and those who were mean
In this calm little forest, I don’t think I’d ever leave

Our home was rotten, and the air was too thick
Mommy and daddy would bicker about everything
You and I, we would never get to pick
We could only dodge the words they would fling

At school, we could only suffocate
Because of the lies we would tell to our friends
I think you agree, there’s no point to debate
That we were dying there; it would have soon been our end

We couldn’t breathe in that empty little place
It closed in and choked us until we had to ma

Before the Horsemen ComeThe unknown is coming strong
Faster than winter
I know I can’t be wrong
Eternity will splinter

Change is on our doorstep
And it is not for the better
Four solemn horsemen prep
For their true power to be unfettered

But from where I can see it
Atop the smallest spire
We needn’t worry just one bit
Before conquest can come, humanity will tire

This darkness is settling in
Despite everything you tried
All was lost within the din
And I watched as everyone cried

Rear View MirrorThinking back, I imagine all my friends
Each going off to their own means or their ends
It makes me wonder where everyone goes
Because through the rearview mirror, it never shows

I sit here alone, trying to see
What I can make out through this melancholic reverie
Although this rain is too heavy and this fog is too thick
I will make the past stay; it will finally stick

To remember the past is all I’ll allow
And a light in a mirror is all I can see now
In the reflection, there stands a solemn silhouette
I know that in introspection, this is all we will really get

As I watch the lonely outline as it starts to wave goodbye
The strength

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To Fight the Dark

by ~TrueFyr, Jan 29, 2013, 2:53:41 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

From the light in my room,
I see the night outside
As it eats and consumes
On its treacherous ride

Everyone screams and cries
Giving into the night
None ever even try
To be brave for the light

There are those who stand,
I myself am included,
That won’t give into the hand
That won’t ever be deluded

Alone, we fight for days and weeks
Searching for a soul to share the pain
Once found, we can end the days so bleak
Once found, everyone will know our names

To Fight the Darkby ~TrueFyr

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

I think of myself as something of a philanthropist. I want to see the end of poverty, and suffering, and corruption. I'm also the kind of person who is willing to work towards ridding the world of such. To me, that's what this poem is about; fighting to make the world a better place. Although, if this poem means differently to you, please share! The meaning for art is up to interpretation, so your points are as valid as mine!

Please favorite and watch! <3

*Thegarfieldtouch Jan 31, 2013 Student General Artist

this is a very powerful message delivering poem you made and you know like the millions of people out there in this world we all want to end poverty because its a serious thing and many parts of this world is swarming with poor hungry people and we wanna do something about this and not that half a million people still dont wanna contribute to donating and supporting the causely needs to ending poverty for spread the good wealth of feeding millions of homeless! but with a poem like yours this has to be tweeted to the president seriously when he opens his heart and realize just how touching your poem is ! he'll have to do something about the poor crisis that homeless people are experiencing and thats an issue we have to do something about it i can totally relate this this poem and with thousand words like yours in this poem iam sure this will reach out to the millions of people out here so lets take action and make this poem popular! and as i read this poem i can feel what its like to be poor how it feels like to be hungry all the time what it feels like for no one to care about my safety and where iam gonna sleep at rather then the streets at night so for that it should also be shown to anderson cooper he'll be totally touched with this outstanding poem you wrote and i wish the luck for ending hunger throughout the whole world so bravo i love this poem!

~TrueFyr Jan 31, 2013

This poem is more aimed at suffering in general, which includes poverty. For actually tackling the issue of poverty, there are better works of art out there that are geared towards the issue itself. But hey, the meaning's all up to interpretation, so I can't really argue. I'm glad this poem meant so much to you.

*Thegarfieldtouch Jan 31, 2013 Student General Artist

~TrueFyr Jan 31, 2013

Since you enjoyed this one, you should check out my other works. I cover various topics that you might find interesting.

*Thegarfieldtouch Jan 31, 2013 Student General Artist

okay will do

~MeishkaBokeh Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

Great poem work here.

~TrueFyr Jan 31, 2013

Thank you very much.

~Marauderslover97 Jan 30, 2013 Student Writer

Excellent!

~TrueFyr Jan 31, 2013

Thank you very much, and thank you for the favorite.

~Wolfie172 Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist Artist

This one almost made me cry. Beautiful poem. Well done!

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