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Sea Of ApathyShining, shining,
From the other side it's crying.
A broken spine, the soul is dying.

Storm inside me, ignite,
Give me the guiding light, maybe something,
something to fight.

Test me, judge me, break me.
Show me what it's meant to be...

To be alive in the Sea of Apathy.

Waters rise and flood,
Quickly before I loose too much blood,
Too much blood from the chains attached,
It's t

LullabyClick went the phone.

The sound of the listening device contacting with itself as it folded over, seemed to sound for miles around. The female hand pressing it down to it's home had lingered there, for what had seemed for hours before laying it back on the desk. Her mind wondered back to the events before, and felt a comfort as soft as a million feathers.

Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green,
When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen.
Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so?
'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.

He sang softly as he could, calming her through the tragedy... a si

Back Into RealityShe won't ever,
Let you say,
That you never,
Amount to anything anyway.
She'll slap you across the face,
Into your senses, and will do whatever it takes.

Because,
You mean something to her,
Wake up and smell the gauze,
From all the first aid caused by your self-saboteur.

And you find,
That you've done,
More than the same vice versa.
Well what do you expect,
For her to just turn a blind eye?

Come on man, back into reality.

Can you tell me,
One single time,
When you didn't give a care,
And would just sit and stare?

I know how you feel,
You don't,
Want her to be hurt by what you say,
But that's just love, I bet she feels

WishesI oftentimes wish that I could be there, having fun and laughing with you... sharing the joyous spirit, trading music and jokes, hugging and enjoying the moment, wishing we would never have to part ways as we had the time of our lives.

I wish every day that between the sheets we'd be two like rabid wolves, you letting my inner evil loose on your soft flesh while you purr and moan, me smirking in pleasure from the response, the rapid breaths growing quicker and quicker as does our pulse, our frenzied passion's heat forcing all into submission except for the present time, here, now. And in the end, as our synchronized heartbeat

One YearFor all the days and nights I've spent, reevaluating my thoughts on life and opinions, questioning things no one ever does. Using my intelligence to it's now unlocked potential, because you opened cracks in my skull that I would have never even dreamt of thinking. Ah, and the same with my heart as you taught me to love again, by giving me at least something to believe in.

For the days I've goofed off with you, fully realizing the precautions taken, the things keeping both of us apart, like some twisted soap opera slowly unfurling as we learned more and more about each other, basking in non-physical beauty. No

MarinerOnce upon a time,
All the crowds were mine,
Every one of them thought I was sublime.
Next thing I know,
I was nothing but a solitary crow,
Only yesterday's news, I reap what I sow...

The band used to raise,
Their heads to ask me what to do,
Now the trumpets cease to coo,
And it was all just a phase...

Hear my plee, I'm forced to bended knee,
Read my lips, Don't let me see,
High I as I was I forgot what to be,
They all decided to flee,
So here I stay... drowning here in the sea.

I led the violins,
As the bows moved with the crowd,
Commanded the saxes strong,
Everyone's hair raised to the gong...
But here I am, singing to no

Bell Of HopeI find today to be cold and dark,
Lonely and desolate.
“There is nothing here for me” I say,
Yet I keep trying to find it.

And yet... I hear it clean and clear,
Yet from far away it rings in my ear.
Hauntingly, it feels so near,
The Bell, I hold it dear.

From the dark abyss where I live I see a light,
It is plain to see it is all drawing near to the doom.
“It is hopeless” I say,
Yet I keep working for what I believe.

And yet... I see the angel distant,
With ringing that bell she is quite insistent.
The sound cuts through the black,
And I am reassured I don't need what I lack.

For I see the Angel is dressed

PresentsA few are extremely shiny, wrapped around in beautiful markings with a pretty bow of your favorite color, pleasurable to the touch and easy on the eyes. It almost seems a shame to unwrap them. Some seem like garbage, thrown in a cardboard box. You can be sure that the wrapper overdid the tape, and did not spend much time in it's presentation. Or even cared for that matter. And presents now are received online, not a piece of packaging in sight and it is instead wrapped in an E-Mail or a simple virtual note.

No matter what the look, we do the same with them. We reveal the conte

liar.You lie,
and they are the most beautiful, precious lies I could receive.
You lie,
and it makes everything better for me,
a gift I can't help but bow down to your feet upon receipt.
You lie,
and the day is brighter because you spared me a word, a second of your time, a moment of remembrance.
You lie,
and I know it's false and I know you are granting me a favor,
but I accept it with a smile.
You lie,
and I grow cold and loathsome and embittered towards your indifference.
You lie,
and I hate myself for granting you the opportunity --
the knowledge
that your words towards me have bestowed upon me both a gift and a curse.
You lie,

HomecommingI'm coming home again,
Back from the hell I reign.
Don't worry, 'twas not all in vain,
I carry the memories of what was slain.

My shadow still straggles behind,
Into my old flame, into the grind,
Incinerate and give me what's left,
The rhythm of an outcast deft.

For I am returning to where I was in soul,
Away from the questioning of love from coal,
But I am different, not what once was,
I've turned from the lies fed to full of pus,
Waiting to be cleared out to make...

“Age quod agis” I say,
Do what you do, but I can't stay.
Into the frey, away from decay,
I have to go, it's in the way.

Just know,
That from the mer

maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrowShe was cute, funny, and timid; sitting three rows behind him; never speaking; laughing at his innocent clumsiness. By the subtle glances he thought they exchanged, he knew she was something special. She captivated his sorrowed tongue, deleted the salt from his spellbound eyes, evaporated the polluted puddle careening in his train-wrecked past, and he didn’t even know her name.

You see, his previous infatuation wasted a year from his already-dwindling life, and his tolerance for heartache increased with every reminder of his infected memory. He tamed nostalgia with painkillers and poetry, remedied strug

Soothing Words For Oblivion"Shhhhhhhh..."

He was holding her in his arms stroking her dark brown shortish hair. Time seemed to pass away still in the early hours of the morning, the only light around them, save the occasional light glare from the window to their right, was a solitary candle on the nightstand in front of the merged couple.

He had flown there just the beginning of the week, and his green and brown eyes were dark coloured with remorse. He had to leave back home tomorrow, and both of them dreaded it so, but even more infinately she. They both loved each other so, and it was as if he was going home to die to her. The unfortunate girl's heart beat wi

People.i.
There was once a mad man who sat on trains and wailed about his dead love.
No one laughed
but no one listened either.

ii.
See that freak right down the corridor, smiling and crying at the same time?
His eyes are voids and his hair the colour of his pain.
That's a man without skin.

iii.
Headlines: Drunk school girl murders seven classmates.
Could've been anyone.

iv.
Broken soldiers march on.
What they care about the most lies in the pocket closest to their hearts.
It is also riddled with bullets and dust.

v.
Blinded lovers might be considered lucky.

...Give us the scalpel to tear ourselves open, and rid us of this cancer,
This freezing feeling that slowly overtakes us from our core...
I want the flame to come back, the warmth of spirit we once had,
The pain will ease with time, but for now it's driving me mad.
My heartbreak, I can stand suffering, it is but a simple answer,

But the worst part of all is...
I caused your anguish, and I cannot do anything about it.
I cannot stand seeing you writhing in this shit,
The pain, the tears, the freezing winter.

Take my warmth, all I have left.
I can stand the ice, the cold,
I am not new to neglect.
Why, why must I have told?
The curse is

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by *projectsonic, Oct 12, 2011, 11:42:54 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

You are opposed to any reconciliation,
Dethroning this man's opinion, that man's query.
Forbidding any small continuation,
Of that which is your opinion's contrary.
Blatantly standing, with nothing to defend your hide,
Quickly calling any facts completely untrue.
Even if they have truth, you laugh feeling so snide,
Pulling out a response without any contribute.
Remove your contacts, rose-colored to your stance,
You will soon find bias replaced by balance.
Maybe you will feel more confident in your prance,
Both sides of the story mixed into your chalice.
For sometimes happiness in all living,
Comes from getting as much as giving.

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Oh boy, more experiments!

Well, I've been getting at this after a while of looking it up... my first Shakespearian (or English) Sonnet. NOTE: Right off the bat, I do not readily expect this to be any good whatsoever. It's my first one, criticize it if you wish please. I will say, there are most likely huge problems in here. I have used "old english" before in some of my poetry. I'll most certainly be using that in the next one when it comes around.

This is about the type of person who in an argument or debate, is stubborn to the point of just plain ignorance. Like it or not, we're all that way. For at least once in our lives. XD

~OddballOreo Nov 3, 2011 Student General Artist

Shakespearean sonnets are a bitch to write with their iambic pentameter crap. I give you props just for attempting one.

Untrue and contribute don't quite rhyme, but they do end in an e. I'm not sure if that's what you were aiming for, or you couldn't think of another word.

Very nicely done otherwise!

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*projectsonic Nov 3, 2011 Writer

Thank you! ^^

Ah, that little rhyme was a bit of a swing and a miss... more along the lines of that I couldn't think of another one. I failed there. Next one's going to be 100% rhyme accuracy (I hope), though! >.<

~NeuzaKC Oct 14, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

^{If my Derp sonnet is better than yours then el-oh-el.

Jk anyway, this is very good and thank god you're doing something different for a change. Good on you.}

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*projectsonic Oct 14, 2011 Writer

Thanks so much! I was thinking there was something glaringly wrong somewhere that I couldn't find, since this is the first time and all.

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