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TwistedEverything is so messed up
I’m so confused
I should be crying,
But instead I’m laughing
Laughing…
At death.
Laughing…
At my last breath.

When the world is backwards
I’m so confused
The sky is ground
The north is south
And I find myself swinging
From the cobblestones
And with dirty hands, walking
Gripping with knuckle bones

Why is it, turned all around
I’m so confused
Yes means no
Wrong is right
And I’m enthralled with hurting people
Destroying their souls
And living, but actually dead
And somehow hurt consoles

At this rate I’ll be
Falling down to heaven
Or flying up to hell

To real

Dream.Is it just me,

Or is it just you?

I don't know if it's true

So please give me a clue.

I don't know what to think

So please give me a hint,

Cause the way that you've been

Is too good to be real.

The quiet onesThe Quiet Ones

It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for:
the ones who sit in class, doodling in their notebooks.
Alone they're harmless and keep to themselves.
But don't be fooled, their brains are a flurry of activity.
Put two or more of them together, and you'll wonder what the heck happened.
These "quiet ones" start talking, start plotting.
They've planned each other's brutal deaths....multiple times.
They've discussed the zombie apocalypse....and how they'd start it.
The end of the world has four backup plans....to ensure its demise.
And you can almost guarantee your death has been penciled in for next Tuesday.
So be caref

No Longer Just For WishingI lost myself up in the stars
A glance was all it took
The shimmering of distant realms
Stole me with just one look

The “unreachable” goals, abandoned wishes
And dreams that I once lost
Were all I needed to motivate
My nebulous inner thoughts

Unreadable, unthinkable
I jotted down with a pen
Of purple ink, now who would think?
The stars could be so grand

Give up the petty wishes
Chanted up into the night
A pair of legs, or a perhaps a page
Is what you need to fight

The stars did steal me up above
I broke the heavy gaze
For gazing is just doing nothing
Compared to devising a phrase

You'll never break meHit me
Hate me
Kick me
Bruise me
Love me
Betray me
Curse me
Disrespect me
Abuse me
Beat me
Hurt me
But
you'll
never
break
me.

NeverYou never told me you were sorry
Yet I never told you I wasn't fine.
You never bothered to look back
Yet I look back every day.
You never looked past the mask
Yet I try to keep my mask from crumbling.
You never thought it hurt this much
Yet it took me a while to heal from the wounds.
You never expected your rejection would affect me like this...
Yet I never expected it either.
You never realized how much you meant to me
Yet now I finally realize it's time to move on.
You never guessed how much a struggle it was for me to let you go
Yet at the final step of letting go,
I finally realized how much I cared for you
And that's what hurt the most.

BleakWaters fade into mockery
Within the cataclysm of sanctuary.
The untruth that melts
Into the honesty felt.

Piercing through the drowning ripples of fear,
It deludes the answer unclear.
Blasting as lies burst into pure colors.
Echoing.. Collapsing.. blue further.

Pounding beneath the uncertainty...
The nothingness gushes heavily..
It flows through as it tears
The truth that dances within its stare.

What do you see?When you look into my eyes
What do you see?

When you speak my name
When you pull me close
Are you really that broken?
So you no longer feel the love I give
The affection I show
Or the hope my eyes try to be

Come over here now
Stop hiding
Tell me your truth
Show me those tears
And I'll tell you my truth
Show you my fears
I'll tell you about a girl
A girl who found hope in the most hopeless boy
Let me wipe the dripping sorrow of your cheeks
as I figure out what you need right now
Let me be the first person ever to be there for you
I'll tell you this story,
I'm sure you will appreciate it
the girl is cute and boy so strong

Here I AmThe New World welcomes me
I take me first breath and cry out
Returned by a warming embrace and coos
My petite eyes struggle to focus on ones face
I knew right there who this was.
Mother.

Here I Am...

Who am I going to be?
Knowing that I've been created and birthed by mother's courage.
Time to learn, experience the unknown world that's waiting for me beyond the comfort zone.

Here I Am...

Time passes in mere blinks of eyes
Grown, raised from scratch
Outside; manners and actions speak for themselves
Inside; no one can cultivate me now, too late, I can do whatever I please
Independent, cease, and shun my guardian's continuous paren

Dearest PreciousMy dearest precious
is running through my hands
away from infinity
The long lost definition of Me,
you thought you had it
I'm not even sorry to break your illusions
You're bleeding at the mountainsides
and I'm impregnated by the valleys
and the unsexed wastelands
are our battleground
I'm so fucking Inane
and you are now
what's left
between a crush and a curse

BrainwashBelieve what they say
it's absolutely true.
"Don't believe such a nonsense!",
some say that too.

Be flexible, but
never change your mind.
You must be always right
but to err is normal sometimes.

Everything that can be thought
has been thought before you.
You say they brainwash me?
You've been brainwashed too!

Waking from the DeadIt was like waking from a nightmare, an endless dream of fire and blood. Two miles of guns flashed behind my eyelids, six score horses screamed and reared, and men ran. The musket ball ripped through my belly again and again, and another split Jarosław’s head like an over-ripe melon. There was night, many nights, and there were miles and thorns and rocks and the slow easiness that heralded my death.
That was when the pain came, drowning me, searing me, consuming me. There were dreams at first, as though the battle had never ended, but as the pain grew, it blotted out all else, and I had at least a little peace of mind while my body was being torn asunder. There were voices as well, swelling and ebbing wordlessly beneath the roaring in my ears. I heard my brothers, daughters, wife, whispering amidst the death cries of soldiers and students, a low murmur like the echoes in a hallway in a place I had once known, and a few I could not recognize, speaking soft and low as thoug

A SmileI'm waiting terrified for the last decision,
You gently touch the knife,
My heart is pounding, waiting for the lethal incision,
I almost see the blade shedding the liquid of life,
I hear myself choking with my own blood,
The sound of the knife rending my flesh - a deafening thud.

But your hand goes further; over the axe it leans,
Shining ruthless under your fingers,
I'm about to die, by all means,
A sick suspense lingers,
I almost hear the sound of my breaking bones,
The gushing blood, the moans,
But no; your hand, well, further it goes.

"A gun? "
With it easily it will be done,
Infix the cold metal and let me bleed to death,

ShardsThe dream shatters around me like a broken mirror.
Pieces of you surround me, but nothing seems to be clear.

I'm still cleaning up the mess you made.
You should have put down your fear,
You could have stayed.
I'm done chasing.
I've stopped running.
Have you even noticed that I'm walking the other way?

I'm cut by the shards of what's left of who you were.
Red tears stain the surface while the world is in a blur.

Shattered PoetryPiano music playing through her ears,
Echos in her thoughts,
Stretch and last for years,
Her tears mixing with the rain,
While her fears take on real form,
Laying in bed at night,
Her only company,
A street light,
Lighting her candle,
The flame is there,
The flame will listen,
How bad is it,
When the fire is all that's left,
The burnt pieces of childhood lay forgotten in the rain,
her name forever tainted,
She'll never remain,
Let the water wash her away,
Let the fire burn her to ash,
So that she can join the remains,
Of her shattered past,

The past that was shattered in pieces,
From the moment she lived them,
Broken lik

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To Be Lonely

by *SugapieIsSoFly, Nov 20, 2012, 9:22:46 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

It's a hollowed grave
Six feet under your six feet under and you
Just
Keep
Falling

Clammy hands under screaming light
You blink out sun-dust and stifle a groan
Because you feel so tired and too self aware

Tear up a page in your childhood diary
Your words are swallowed whole so they can be
Just
Like
You

Invisible doesn't feel quite like the right word
There is such a difference between feeling invisible
And knowing you are ignored

Arch your back and cry to the sky
Your bones are breaking beneath the
Weight
Of
Solitude

Heaviness beats in time with your breath
Shackles and chains weigh down your weary lungs
Your ankles are slowly breaking

This is a rattlesnake coiled in the desert
Hungrily gnawing on dust and heat

This
Is
loneliness

To Be Lonelyby *SugapieIsSoFly

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I haven't written poetry in a while and I miss doing it.

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Critique by *NothingYouCouldLove Nov 22, 2012, 5:54:51 AM

This is a wonderful piece of work. The imagery is fantastic; imagining the grave, someone's clammy hands, a torn page, the bones of wings breaking, someone chained up, a rattlesnake was easy and vivid with the way you described what each was doing. Another reason I really liked this was because of the spacing. Usually, the line breaks between individual words bothers me, but in the case, I can see how it was necessary for the poem's impact.

I do have to give only four stars for originality, however, simply due to the fact that there are many, many poems about loneliness. Also - and this is just my opinion - but I believe some punctuations at the end of the at least some of the lines, would have made it look just a little better. Even, perhaps, just a period at the end of each verse. But, again, that is just my opinion.

Over all though, I would say this is very good, well-written poem, and I look forward to reading more from you.

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~TheSketchQueen Nov 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow. This is amazing. You described loneliness really well.

*SugapieIsSoFly Nov 23, 2012 Student Filmographer

Gosh, thank you!

*nononoLittleJimmy Nov 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It's very good

*SugapieIsSoFly Nov 23, 2012 Student Filmographer

Thanks!

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