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I Need a Love that Frees Me
Churning, burning, yearning,
empty love,
you twist me till I bleed,
why does my heart hurt so bad whenever I think of you,
you've got me if you want me
and I can't even fight it.

I WonderWill I ever tell you, I wonder,
How you make me feel?
It's doubtful at best
For I don't even know
Who you are
I may have clues
But do I really want to know?
Yes, of course I do
Just the thought of you
Passing through my mind
Fills my heart with joy
I want to dance with you
Sing with you
Let you in my heart
And hope you want the same
But I'm not sure
If I have the courage
To tell you
Or even figure out who you are

Time I eat children. Rotting their chubby young faces and breaking down innocence.
I pin birds to the ground. Forcing their free feathers to become one with the earth and ensnaring them forever within the moist soil.
I steal luck. Snatching it away just when you needed it most, and locking it somewhere where you will never reach it. Away, where no human dares to walk.
I kill stone. Breaking it and making it fly away into the air. Making it swim off down rivers and dissolving it faster than the eye can bear to watch.
I don't go tick. My voice is that of the knell. My touch is that of the rigid coffin pressing against your back. My taste is

Hard WorkBe yourself they said.
Through truth you'll get anywhere.
You're perfect the way you are they said.
You're something beautiful to share.

I remember hearing this all the time,
recollecting those words as I write this rhyme.
There was one thing that they forgot to say
which is what my mantra is here and today.

Though you may be you and the best to believe
you still need to work to be beneficial
in the lives of others and yours to achieve
anything that will not be something superficial.

People forgot to say that work is needed.
Not the normal amount that keeps you in the gray,
but mind wrenching, sweat creating, limit exceeded.
To

Who am I?Who am I?
There are probably many people who ponder this question
Who am I?
Some of them know it
They call themselves 'Barbie'
'Punk'
Or 'player'
But does the label say something about who they are?
It gives enough detail to which social stratum they belong to,
But my question is whether their heart is in for what they do?
Are they really the person they pretend to be?
Or are people what they say?
I wish I knew the answer,
Because I would really like to know why I am called special,
And what special means,
For I am not a pink Barbie doll or very attractive,
I think I might be what others categorize as weird,
And so what,
I

Filling in a Blank PageFilling in a Blank Page

Sometimes I just don't know what to write.

I just sit there, staring at a blank document.

I cant just write the first thing that comes to my head.

And I cant not write it in case I forget what I said.

Naturally my mind reverts to some sort of rhyme.

Unintentionally I end up using this technique nearly all the time.

I am weary of how people view my work.

As sad as it seems I just want to be liked.

This started off as an untold, personal activity.

That exposed my feelings and displayed my fragility.

Now I'm letting strangers read the scriptures woven in to my heart.

Allowing you to understand who and what I

Inkling"I just bought a whole new load of ink yesterday, now it's gone," the store owner, Mr. Peter, said to Heather, as her mother looked at the dresses.

"Why is it gone?" Heather asked him.

"Must be the work of devils," Mr. Peter said, "If it weren't for the high demand, I would stay as far away from it as possible.

"Oh," Heather said.

She quickly turned to her mother, holding her hand.

"Oh my, look at this. Heather, you would look beautiful in this," her mother said, holding the yellow dress in front of her daughter. Heather nodded. Her mother went to the cash register.

"Ah, that's a pretty one," Mr. Peter said, placing the dress in the bag

Just a DreamIt surrounds me; that white, damp mist. Engulfing everything but me and the single tombstone six feet in front of me. I can't read what it says, though. No matter how hard my bloodshot eyes strain to see it, all that I can see is the mist rising from the ground, leaving only the outline visible to me. The ground is damp as I place my hands to rise, only to stumble forward onto the barren grave marked by the lonesome stone. My face now only a few feet from it, I can read the inscription.
RIP to your heart and empty emotions.
And in small subscript beneath those hollow words,
Thank the one who destroyed you.
Looking up, he's now standi

Strange Love affairWhy do we keep on meeting like this?
This is forbidden.
Too much is at stake for you
Mine is a bit ok
For me, I'm just an outcast in my clan
For you, you're going to be a leader
A leader that will lead your clan
We must not meet
Even though it breaks my heart
I will endure it
Like my everyday pain of being an outcast.

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No, I don't care about the rules
They're just words in stones
It's you I want,
You're in my thoughts everyday in everything I do
I can't keep you away or out of my mind just for a day
You're too stubborn yet very beautiful in my dreams
It's like I want you beside me everyday
My heart is longing for your beau

Tear Me AwayTear me away—
I beg you, please.
Understand that this scattered heart
has known only lies and lies alone.
Will you find it in your beating self
the strength to let me forever go?
Once I led the warmth of your tender hand;
fade deep into the blue hues of such water.
The simple love that we knew is gone,
full now of those endless, ebony lies.
The promise was never truly fulfilled,
the moment we crossed that border,
we lost what held ourselves as one.

This Is Love.When I hold you in my arms I feel at home,
With you in my life I could never be alone,
All I want to do is love you,
Nothing else matters to me except you,
You're my number one, my adorable, and amazing guy,
Together we will forever be baby just you and me,
The day you came into my life was a great one,
I hope I can be everything you want in a man,
I promise I will do everything I can,
The feeling I get when we talk is amazing,
The amount of time we spend together is mesmerizing.
Being with you has allowed me to be who I am,
Not try to be what I'm not,
We can spend the day doing nothing and it's still fun,
That is part of the re

AloneI'm not strong. I'm not brave.
I'm weak. I'm a coward.
Dont tell me I'm wrong
I know I'm not.

I'm really not OK. I cant pretend
I cant hide anymore
Its all too much
I'm crashing down hard.

I cant do it anymore
Its gotten to hard
Its gone too far
Cant you see?

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I said I'd stop posting. Why is this site like a vortex that just keeps sucking me back in over and over again?

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~samiispecialz Dec 28, 2012

Though. maybe ur footstep are too large for me to handle so I'll scurry off with my pen n my pencil and do what I can^^' coz u r way too advanced for me
*best to take baby steps*

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=realARTIZT Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

lol thanks for reading

i appreciate your comments

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~samiispecialz Dec 29, 2012

Welcome^^*

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~samiispecialz Dec 28, 2012

AWAH I don't understand how u can put all these words together to make so much sense
Ur poems make my poems sound like the boring text writing of an amateur
But your still amazing and I only wish to at least follow in your footstep... Somehow^^'

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=realARTIZT Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

lol thanks- you have to be up waaaay past midnight to get the ball rolling with words it seems

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~samiispecialz Dec 29, 2012

Hah I guess so^^'
Just a quick question how long have u been writing poetry?0.0

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=realARTIZT Dec 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Since the beginning of this year actually.

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~samiispecialz Dec 30, 2012

Oh... Woah0.0 awesome!xD

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~samiispecialz Jan 2, 2013

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