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Into the dark no moreNo more dives into the deep
Let me stay in the shallow
I'll dive into the deep again
But not now, not today

I'll stay away from the dark
and the dangers down there
Let me stay inside the light
Where I can restore again

Let the light touch me
The dark won't get me
I've seen enough of it
turned my back at it

The sun can warm me up
To the inside of my heart
No more darkness inside
what I call my mind

Maybe a spark left behind
To remember how it was
So I don't want to return
To the darkness ever again
I've Got an Angel I've Got an Angel

I've got an angel
I see her every now and then
Just glimpses, but all the same
I know she likes to hide
But it isn't a carefree game

She hides behind fake smiles
Puts on a brave face
For the prying eyes to see

It takes everything she has
To leave the safety of her home
She knows the world for what it really is
She prefers to be on her own

She likes to look at the stars
And pretend to know her future
But she is kept inside by the fear
That comes with being undecided, unsure

She knows how to smile
And mask the emotions that she feels
No one would know that she is abnormal
Has a great many fears

I've kno
Violet Lightning1.
Violet lightning pulsed
between the clouds.
I wondered how much
electricity was trapped
within my ribcage.

2.
Pulse, flash;
pulse, flash.
Thunder roars with
pride and it
starts to rain.

3.
I have never seen a
soaked umbrella look so
shapely before. All black coat,
bright hazel eyes that scream
so softly under dripping mascara.

4.
Our first date is traditional,
which is odd because I'll soon
find that neither of us are that
type. The dinner was too cheap
and the movie: too expensive.

5.
We held hands the whole time;
she kissed my cheek in the cinema's
private artistic darkness.

6.
When sh
Deeper Into You"Deeper Into You"

I suffer from a drought of going many weeks without

Seeing her beautiful face kissing my lips of disgrace

And as the glass pours down I know that I have found

The one meaning to stay through a world which is grey

Nothing looks familiar though I never thought it did

Then again I only fool myself for who am I to kid

I can not remember then nor who the hell I was

There's no evidence left to prove and that is just because

I tore up all the photos and left everything to shame

I feel so abandoned except for my pain

I know my only cure is too see her walking pure

Laughing as she does and so happy just because

She looks
I'm So Tired Of Being Here
I'm so tired of being here
I'm trapped by all my fears
I wish you could see me now
Broken and crying for help
My blood it flows
And I don't want it to stop

I'm so tired of being here
I'm trapped by all my fears
I wish I could heal myself
Wipe all these tears away
But my heart it bleeds
And I don't know how to stop the blood

I'm so sick of being hurt
I'm trapped in my own mind
I wish I could hear those songs
But then I remember you
And I now I cry again
God why can't I be a man?
Laugh, Love and LiveLaugh, Love and Live.

The only contagious and infectious cure.
         Considered something natural and pure.

Uncontrollable but influential,
               In times of need it is deemed essential.

We each have our own signature expression.
                      The ever lasting opposite to depression.

Known to provoke tears of delight.
                             Even when heaven seems out of sight.

Something that can lighten any situation.
                                     It has the power to tighten and fuse any relation.

An antidote we are all able to access.
                                             Something we
Dream Like Kings"Dream Like Kings"

When we dream we dream like kings

Kings with gold and diamond rings

Rings that shine from eye to eye

Eyes divine like massive shrines

In this land composed of sand

Sand as smooth as silky hands

Hands design these crafty plans

Plans that have such odd demands

They call for walls made of ore

Ore taken from the core

The core of which can not be seen

Seen by those who can not dream

They call for halls made of glass

Glass cut as sharp as grass

Grass as green as those jade rings

Found on hands of kings who dream

For war to cease and peace increased

Peace leased away to nations obese

In weapons, bombs, and viole
One dayOne day without you
and I'm already lost
I feel empty inside
don't know what to do

Just one day without
sweet words said to you
and my mind flows over
with an overload of words

One day without knowing
if you're still alive
What does my mind do
to make it think that way

I want to say every day
How much I love you
One day without that
Is a day without you

One day is enough for me
to realize I'm nothing without you
even though I've been alive
longer without you by my side

This one day without you
I'm not truly alive
not to talk to you
for me a dreadful sin

One day without words to you
Is my mind overflow with thoughts
t
DreamerMarshmallow white and grey seem to float upon the shy
As she lays on the soft grass, dirty blonde hair sprawled around her

Gazing above her, weird shapes and pictures dance across the blue expanse
Sometimes a pig, others a shoe, and even a boat

Lost in her own reality of ever changing objects
Too happy to notice her crumbling life

Hours and hours spent on the ground, looking up towards unresponsive heavens
And wishing upon unforgotten dreams

But with her life in the clouds all happy and sweet
And life on the ground, falling to pieces

She's becoming a dreamer when she should be a doer
And she'll be living a life full of pain and so
God, Give Me A SirenI get up out of
bed and walk calmly
to the bathroom. Then,
get a glass of water
and momentarily
examine my scarlet
cerulean eyes before
trying to piss, but
nothing is coming out.

It's so quiet.
There are no sirens to
warn me that tomorrow
morning I could lose
another friend to
prison or
a hospital or,
or...
-None of my neighbors
are fighting; no plates
shattering into knives
against the wall. It
is so damn quiet.

Nothing is coming out,
so I go back to bed,
pull the blankets over my head
and can't sleep.
My AnnabelOh my dear, my Annabel Lee,
some days I wish,
there was never you and me-
and I'd disappear alone,
in the frothy sea.
Falling
Falling

Falling farther and farther
Crying out
Not a sound escapes my lips

Being watched, being lost
Help me find my way back
Back to where I came

Where am I from?
Frightful questions
Horribly petrifying

My words still don't break the silence
Living while falling,
Falling while dying

Trying to find the ground again
It's slipping away
I'm slipping away

Please hear me
Answer me

Questions flooding
Drowning in my woes
Help me breath

Hear me
Answer me
Save me

Please
Please
Pleas

Falling farther and farther
Crying out
Yet not one sound escapes my lips
The BestYou may be dreary at times
Not much, simply a tad
You may get down on yourself sometimes
But you're the best friend I've ever had.

You seem to be the only thing
Able to keep me sane in this place
We could go and escape
Some place far away, you and me
Some magical land in space

Without you, where would I be?
Without you, I am not free
You are the key to my sanity

You are the best,
Always better than the rest

Never forget
I've said it before
Many a time,
I'll say it again
I love you.
Nonet Two I ThoughtI Thought…

I thought you would not ever hurt me.

I guess I was completely wrong.

You promised to protect me,

The end was prolonged.

You said you loved me.

I can't be strong.

Please help me.

Sing my

Song.

Kela lewis-morin
Forever YoungIf you could live forever, would you take that chance?

Imagine, watching your own life from afar.
Remembering the heartbreak and the tears,
Seeing all the people who left you with scars;
Coming to terms with your hidden fears.
Remember the day when you said to me,
"I want to die young or live forever."
Surely after all these years, you can see
You cannot simply wish for whatever.
Because every time I see you cry,
I'm reminded of just how much I love you.
How could you possibly wish to die?
If only you knew, if only you knew…

Do you really want to live forever?
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Living The Dream

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We were both born, we met
each other and it was
pleasant; more than pleasant.
We fell in love, got married, stayed together,
started a family and it was
lovely; more than lovely.
We went back to school,
moved around, got old,
retired, and eventually died
in our sleep.

But for such a deadpan remembrance
of our lives, there was
so much
love love love,
there was
so much, and I...


And I always
wake up, and you are not there.
:iconfallingasleeptonight:
Something I just came up with quickly today. A little rough, in my opinion, I plan on pumping out one of those narrative poems everyone likes pretty soon too
Just realized that this works great for heart-of-poetry's "dream" prompt as well :)

Added the middle stanza, hopefully that smooths everything a bit more
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Mood: Love ~Redbuick95 Dec 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
nice!!!
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~DreamShiny Aug 24, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Dreams are really nice,according to me^^ but when you wake up, sometimes that can make you sad, no? :/
That can be really bad :O But what's life without dream? A train without wish...This is the way see.
How do you see this? :)
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*FallingAsleepTonight Aug 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I try to keep my personal views on my own writing out of the picture. It's just a little story that different people get different feelings from. I think it's about putting things into perspective, but that's all I'll say :)
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~DreamShiny Aug 24, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Ahah okay ^^ :P
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*Jobe3DO May 11, 2012  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
It does seem a pit rough but I think it adds to it, makes it unique and even more than just a poem._o
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*FallingAsleepTonight May 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks!
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*Jobe3DO May 11, 2012  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Ur welcome, and I found time, more like made time.)
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~Sparky360 May 5, 2012
This is beautiful. I can really feel the love and emotion from this. Fantastic. :heart:
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~cleothecat May 1, 2012  Student General Artist
The middle stanza hints at an internal struggle and really adds to the piece; I got chills reading this.
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*FallingAsleepTonight May 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Wonderful, thank you. I spent a good deal of time going back and revising this
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