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Just by reading your words I immediately feel the pain you're going through.
Its probably empathy but I'd like to believe its more than that.
The pattern of your words synchronize with your pain, tears and sweat to create a beauty of words.
Your pain is painful but surely beautiful to me...
I'm sorry for your pain.
I'm a stranger but I would give a thousand bits of my happiness to make you smile because the person that hurt you is an *******.
Go ahead and tell them a random writer said that and if they try something just tell them my eyes change colour in the morning and night, surely that'll scare them.
You're an amazing person and I bet you that one day all this pain will be worth it.
But in the meantime can I just say you're awesometastic.
They do change colour though. Plus you're awesometastic. Not really a poem.
 Jan 2015 David W Clare
Creep
Dark,
gray,
lonely.
Baren with lost souls wandering the streets,
empty hearts,
empty stomachs,
empty eyes.

Then,
it came.

It dropped from the sky
the way tears fall from my cheek.
Little bundles of cold,
freezing the burning
hurt,
drenching the scars
with a blanket of a new day
a new thought.

They rise from the dead,
back,
alive,
and ready to roll.
Smiles leap across like rainbows on skies,
eyes lit the way you build a bonfire with frosty trembling hands,
movements jerky with fervor.

They're back.
it just started randomly snowing and its really pretty ^^ even if its literally gray outside, dark and stormy, and looks like it came right out of a fairy tale :3

spaceman
by the killers
I am a girl who stays at home all day long.
I go to college but still act like school kids.
I like to make weird noises and weird faces in front of the mirror.(and my room locked)
I am very shy.
I never have any idea about anything that happens around me, always lost in my lame thoughts.
I like to  text my friends but they don't reply instantly and that makes me mad.
I am so dumb and feel like I am never going to be perfect enough for someone.
My friends think that I am a nerd. I don't know why they do that.
That's all :)  :p
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We live in a society full of insecurity
Red lips
Dark eyes
Fake tan.
Forced smiles
Closed eyes
Clenched fists,
Show no weakness
Show no mercy
Small hands on pale stomachs
Eyes constantly searching for ways to rid that extra pound
That extra curve
**** in
Deep breath
Back straight
Every calorie counts.
Is this really the world that we live in?
Is this the life that we wish to lead?
Our lives are no longer determined by the way that we think
They are not dedicated to achieving our dreams
To pursuing our goals
No
The way that we live is based upon the way that we look
And thus, the way that we are treated
We are always going to compare ourselves to another
That is a given
If we don't look good then we aren't happy
Right?
But for others to determine the fates of ourselves depending strictly upon a template of "perfection"?
Perfection is a disease
The very aspect of it plagues your mind
Inhabits your soul
And brings upon an individual an idea of something to achieve
That is nearly impossible to achieve
It is a roller coaster that only goes down
A concoction that only leads to inevitable heartache and pain
A poison that has no known cure
And it hurts
Perfection hurts.
 Jan 2015 David W Clare
thinklef
Assalamu alaikum, may peace be upon you!
I'm Islam,
The religion of peace & ease
Islam is not hatred or adversity
or a course in the university
Hold on a minute,
I'm sure you are familiar with me,
Oh yes you're,
You see me everyday in the news,
Been accused of things I didn't do,
Are you amused or transfixed
Cause I'm been abused?
Lol let me break it down for you,
Like my brother kadir rightly said,
In his last poem,I'm not a terrorist,
They say,
I have become a threat to the west to the world in wide,
I have been black listed,
Among the list of the rest to the west,
You know,
It sounds so funny when I'm been addressed as a terror,
Some even go far calling me an error,
They say i terrorise & create tension
that's not my intention,
I don't give out such instructions,
I have obligated you to fast & pray,
& not discriminate,
I have obligated you not to hate & lower your gaze,
For lustful eyes crystallize Into habit & habit solidifies into circumstance,
I tell you not to use harmful substance,
For the pain won't subside,
it will only lead to suicide,
I tell you to respect others religion,
and play with your wife during your leisure,
I tell you to be kind to others & never raise your hand on a woman,
I mean if I tell you that,
Why would you raise your hand on a human,
I have given you a holy book of truth,
Sent from up above your roof,
Yet you go from root to root searching for truth & then you end up been used,
I tell you not you **** unjustly,
You may call me a saint,
Yes I'm,
Cause i've been sent by the creator to the creations,
I'm not a preacher nor a teacher,
But I'm here to preach to those who are wretched & rich,
My message to humanity is that vanity,
creates insanity,
So to those who are sensitive,
Take up the responsibility to defend my name ,
In time of shame,
Some i permit ,some i do not,
For you will have a shade in hereafter.
#misconceptions
 Jan 2015 David W Clare
Simpleton
A bright pink head scarf reveals my position not allowing a disguise.
Piercing eyes set me alight
as you stare me down,
pinched by curious frowns
surrounded with whispering tensions.
Shame floods my pores and drowns me in accusations,
Lowering my gaze
anger courses through my veins
At the disgusting disgrace
of my kind.
Their moments of inhumanity, striking nations with tragedy and a horror stricken pain to the Muslim name.
Islamaphobia fame has spurted to tame and it cannot be held to blame,
For sick
                      T W I S T E D
individuals have stained and hate filled memories remain.
This is not my Islam!
I dare to mention
My heart along with yours
weeps for the innocence lost,
the heartbroken families left behind and the fearful scarred onlookers who survived.
Let the peace take a flight,
Please don't hate and stop this fight

Lies will only make you a liar,
You will burn in your own fire

Look around you and see this love
Doesn't it look like a beautiful dove?
I know that I write poems on the same topic again and again but I don't know I can't think of anything else. People around me don't let me think of anything else.
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