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Her (First poem written by me)
A drink, a dance / by skill, by chance / no matter how hard you try
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Oct 9, 2011
Invisible
It's always hard / to get the girl / when she thinks
43
Oct 9, 2011
A Few Haiku
Tearing at my heart / biting wind of your farewell / when will you return?
11
Oct 9, 2011
Story of a Life
Caught in the moment, / in all ways but the right one, / because of three words.
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Oct 9, 2011
More Than You Know
Into the ocean, into the deep / Into the darkness, down I sweep / Into my mind these dark thioughts seep,
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Oct 9, 2011
Never Enough
Never seems to be enough / For what I have to say / For what I think, for what I feel.
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Oct 9, 2011
What She Said
It all happened at once. Everything he could have hoped for. Everything he had feared since the first moment he said he loved her. Blood rushed to his head as he heard her mutter those three words, and then flushed from his face as he noticed the curious, vacant look in her eyes. He realized that he had shared the feelings that went along with that look: the heart-fluttering joy and breath-quickening high that she could only get by holding the face of that one person, the one who had stolen her heart, in her mind's eye. He felt frigid inside, colder than he ever had in his life; numb inside, like those words were deadening his nerves and darkening his vision. He was cold, and yet underneath it was a raging inferno; the racing fire of every feeling bottled up for years that seemed like decades building up in one moment in his dead heart, a fierce pain coursing through his body and gathering once again, yet in his wrists, begging to be released from his body in a final goodbye. He had never felt this way before. In a split second his life had ended, but he was forced to live through this; his only purpose had been taken from him. She was that purpose, and he raged against himself trying to understand why she would so willingly give away all he had worked for, all he had suffered for: didn't she know that he loved her? Didn't she know that he sould do anything for her to prove that? Did she not understand the one simple fact that she had been, is, and will always be the only person who would hold his heart with the same intensity? These three words were almost the ones he had written for her, yet had never quite gotten around to letting her hear. deep down, he had always known, from the moment he met her, that there was no future for them, and that she would never love him, nor even like him, more than a mere friend. The words were harmless to the one that she said them about, but they were worse than a shot to the heart for him, the one who loved Her. She had said "I love him".
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Oct 9, 2011
The Masks
We wear the mask that grins and lies to everyone we love about everything we care about. The mask comes off only to be replaced by another, one for every single aspect of our lives. The masks are how we want people to see us, what we want people to think of us; like a subtle hypnosis. Tricked and deceived, the world shuns us, and so shuns itself, for the world is a mask. We never see underneath the mask to look at the real situation, their real feelings until it is too late, until they are absolutely powerless to stop us. That’s when we start to care and reflect, but it doesn’t matter anymore because you did not make the best of the time you had with the ones wearing the masks. The masks that come off by choice are statistics; they are leaders of nations until it is time for them to lie once more and don their old masks, or to make a new one, the effect is very much the same. The masks hide our feelings, the masks are our thoughts. The masks are our lives; to take off the mask is to die.
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Oct 9, 2011
The Stars
There are no stars tonight; but those of memory seem so far away. There are no stars tonight because it is tonight that I make my own fate, forge my own future, and craft my own life with the hands of careful uncertainty. The stars were always something to look for in the black veil of the unknown; like signs guiding you towards your destiny. Now those signs are gone from the path, and even the path itself has disappeared into the shadows. What will be, what was, and what is could yet fall under this shadow of a fate not predetermined by something greater than us; of the shadows of trial and error, of the shadow of choice. The stars are hope, and there are no beautiful stars tonight. Tonight there is choice, but there is no hope: there is no path, yet freedom is a bittersweet victory.
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Oct 9, 2011
Lost
Hearts still ache over year-old breaks, / Tears still fall over near-forgotten pains / Tears falling to the bottom of a bottle; drink them all away
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Oct 9, 2011
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