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She's goneShe couldn't keep her head up
She couldn't keep the gun down
She couldn't keep her hopes high
Now she never makes a single sound

She couldn't help but feel weak
She couldn't hold on for a day longer
No one to wipe the tears from her face
No one to make her feel stronger

Now she's gone

Like a ghost train bound for nowhere

Gone

Like a whisper of smoke rising towards the sky

Gone like a shadow passing through an empty hallway

And nothings going to bring her back

She couldn't keep a smile on her face
She couldn't dry her tears
She couldn't go on with life knowing
She's never felt love in years

She couldn't help but feel helpless

Burning Red"Burning Red"

I would like to believe people are good

And what they say is always true

But sometimes I wonder if I should

Have taken on the challenge of you

I don't believe in a lost cause

Though you may have proved me wrong

Because every now and then I pause

And wonder where all the love had gone

There were so many sleepless nights

Worrying about your well being

Meanwhile you never even tried

To care about how I was feeling

In time I know I'll be fine

As I pay attention more to me

And of course you selfish swine

Will only focus on your needs

I grew tired of cleaning up your mess

While most of what you said were lies

And to

Dysfunctional"Dysfunctional"

Come now dear let's end this and make amends

Or at least can we have the courtesy to pretend?

Before the children start to blame themselves

Remember the vows made under church wedding bells?

Put down that knife and just talk to me

Why do our discussions need to be handled violently?

Your screaming is so loud the neighbors will complain

And do the neighborhood a favor by reporting our disdain

It was never this bad in the beginning of our love

Now our simple arguments turn to pushes and shoves

And slamming and breaking things all over the house

You're disturbing the pets; even the mouse

There's no where to sit; you

Little Girl, Little GirlShe was like the moon,
part of her was hidden away.
That small yearning to swoon
overwhelmed by heat of the day.

Little girl, little girl
why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul
your heart is dying.

In the end you were meant to run
from the absolute start,
to find the truth behind the 'fun'
and protect your fragile heart.

I know how it is my dear,
to have that doubt making fear.
To see the infinite lies
and eventual demise.

To become enraptured in want of truth
making you an almost too accurate sleuth.
But something has already changed,
as your heart has became deranged.

Because you've always seen them run away,
ins

maybe, just maybewe'd both wake up from nightmares, smiling
in our own place in a location where our dreams would unfold before our eyes
i would kick off the blankets, and put on one of your shirts
the kitchen would be an annoying sunny yellow
and the moldings and details would be blue-green to add a little rain from all the sun
i would make broken sunny side-ups and bacon there
and maybe a spiked lemonade for me to start the day
i would wake you up and tell you "hey baby, it's morning."
and like always, i wouldn't know what else to say because all my words abandon me
when you open your eyes and smile at my noise.
we would go around the city and buy

Legacy"Legacy"

Listen to those tales

Gallant works of fiction

Buried scriptures hail

From our benedictions

They write the words they follow

Too tough to chew or swallow

Too broke to beg or borrow

So in pain they wallow

Often out of place

Like a miscast in a play

But in no way or case

Are they any less astray

The requiems they sing

In a massive, lonely choir

In hopes with joy they bring

And release straits so dire

But they're tired and in somber

Their hymns have grown quiet

In fortitude they wander

Onwards towards the riots

But who will calm them now?

Like thundering in a war

If only they could vow

And follow what they swore

I am sorryI am sorry I was the one who let go

I am sorry I was the one who let you fall

I am sorry I wasn't there to catch you

I am sorry I wasn't yours at all

I am sorry I was too busy

I am sorry I didn't give

I am sorry I didn't care

I am sorry you didn't live

I am sorry you couldn't make it

I am sorry you went away

I am sorry, I am sorry

That's all what I have to say

All In A Nights Work...In this hallowed cradle
I lay but do not sleep
Waiting for the sunlight
It's dying hour to greet

As the shadows lengthen
My thirst begins to rise
Eyelids slowing moving
I open blood red eyes

Fingers stretch and waken
Being dead is such a blast
Hunting in the moonlight
A sweet and pleasant task

Leaving this dark palace
I dance 'neath silver beams
Merging with the darkness
I listen for your dreams

When at last I find you
My pretty little prize
Haunting music calls you
I love how you comply!

From the blackest corner
I watch you in your bed
Turning dreams to nightmares
I play with your dear head

Slowly then I come to you

Forest Fire WishesSo maybe I love the way
your words make me burn
the truth into my cries.

& maybe i'm in love with
the way you have me realizing
i'm always the villain.

You beat me with unfairs
& circles tied in knots,
restraining the reality i
knew.

But i'll forever dance
in forest fires so eternity
with you - exists.

ImagineI watched you sitting there, in front of the window, alone
with the scent of night, as if you were caught in
a moonbeam spider web, alone
with pen and paper

I love to watch you
writing left-handed,
as if your words needed protection
With this absent-minded look
in your ocean blue eyes
which see more than all the others see - maybe
they see things more clearly, or rather
they see them how they really are

I love to watch you
breathing life into dead things
and turning sentences into melodies
How you´re able to give the little things significance
and write down what life keeps quiet about
You can make the stones cry and
bring a smile on th

InvisibleShe’s in plain sight, but the world doesn’t see
One of these days she’s gonna break free
She will leave behind a life full of pain
She will escape those suffering days
Not one more tear will ever fall from her eyes
Never again will she be despised
Death, at last- it is such a welcome thing
An endless sleep with nary a dream
No more nightmares that never seem to end
Gone, a life that never had a friend

Secrets"Secrets"

I have secrets built up I just can not tell

Locked forever in my heart are where they will dwell

Though there are some to you I may one day share

I doubt many in the end would ever really care

Secrets about the world, philosophy, and stars

Secrets that will ignite flames in the dark

Secrets that will move oceans across lands

Secrets about God and the common man

So sometimes at night I talk to myself

Sharing feelings only I could have felt

Self-reflection helps me to heal

Because only I understand the way that I feel

We all have these secrets; some bigger than others

Some we share with friends and some with our mothers

Je t'aimeShe told me, "I love you this much!"
stretching her arms out
as far as they could go, fingers taught
and desperate.
I looked at her, eyes smiling
and asked, "Only that much?"
"That's all there is." She replied.
And I agreed,

"Vast oceans can not compare our our love,
little bird."

I miss you, and i can't say i'm sorry
because these slender, spider fingers
ache to trace the curved letters of your name tag,
emily.  i notice you write everything in caps.

  ( have i ever told you
how much i enjoy saying your name, -EMILY. )

you are screaming to the world, quietly.
but we, we are mid-morning whispers
over stale, back room coffee,
silent eyes, and window pane love.
these hearts were runaways once;
hitchhikers on a trail to nowhere.
you shared pieces of yourself with me then,
emily, between beats and bathroom stalls.
you were a gargoyle under the heat
of july summer.  evenings were our playg

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

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by ~extremerebirth1, Jun 5, 2012, 9:00:59 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

She unloaded her pistol and untied her noose

She dropped her razor blades, threw them away too

She wiped up the blood that she had on her skin

She lifted her head up, ready to start again

She descended her heart to me like an angel from above

After holding on to life, she finally found love

Something changed inside her and she decided to live

She had heart a full of joy and a lot of love to give

She wiped away her tears and held a smile on her face

Now she's happy here with me and we found a better place

She thought no one would miss her, they'd just leave her be

Now she knows that she matters, because she matters to me

She mattersby ~extremerebirth1

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~speechlesswriter Jun 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I love the perspective you put on this piece- optimism, but with reality. also, well worded. Thank you for knowing grammar!

~extremerebirth1 Jun 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thanks

~speechlesswriter Jun 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

grammar is a skill being lost on dA

=Eternaliferocks Jun 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thanks so much for posting it in our group

~extremerebirth1 Jun 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

your wlcome, glad you liked it

~GriffinStar3 Jun 6, 2012

this is sooo sweet!! I wish all guys could be like this.

~Rain-kissed-drops Jun 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

_{Oh my, this is really beautiful. I would favorite it more than once if I could. If only all guys could be as sweet as this. Such a sentimental and raw piece all in one. <3}

~extremerebirth1 Jun 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thanks

~takemetoverona Jun 6, 2012 Student Writer

beautiful and a great message

!Three-Amigos Jun 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, what a beautiful piece of prose. You capture such an intense emotion here. Your verse is very well written and articulate. This poem makes me think of one of my characters in a story I'm writing. This poem has made me realize another side of him.

Great work and well done. I love it.

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