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The old man in the park There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park.
A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark.
Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway.
And if you ask him why, this is what he will say:

“I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face.
I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace.
I have love so plenty, and stories to share.
And I live my life without a worry or care.”

His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life.
Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife.
His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey.
But if you ask him, this is what he will say:

“I have seen my share of wonders
ForgettableForgettable
 
I’m tempted to change my whole mentality,
To make sure you’ll never be able to forget me,
‘Cause the Devil wishes to be remembered through evil,   
And it seems to me being good to folks is just forgettable.
Dear you,I could list a thousand reasons why I hate you
And I'm sure a lot of people could do that too.
When you're alone with children's parents I know you spout your lies
And truthfully, honestly I can't say I'm surprised.
When will this nightmare of your reign end?
When will you stop trying and forcing  to make things bend?
I just don't like your "help", you are most certainly not helping me.
I'm going to expose you so the whole wide world will see.
When you talk to me and other students you shout at us
But when you talk to parents you make us eat your dust.
If this is an example of what a role model should be,
I'd rather be a beggar and be starving on the cold streets.
You say some things that you can never take back or heal the pain
And then you ask us to speak up and to explain.
But when we try to you just hold you hand and shut us up
Hell when my grandma died you didn't care or  give a fuck.
You said that reason wasn't valid for me to be late
And that I was on probation and mig
Looks LieI’m ugly and fat
But I can deal with that
‘Cause it means people like me for me;
Not for what they see.
Dead endI built something here but I now need to leave.
Dead ends cant be denied
They demand you to grieve.

Doom sets in as I stare ahead.
My eyes already dead,
Palpitations in my chest.

I'm the one who likes to torture myself until the very end.
Ignore all the signs,
It could work, just pretend.

But that makes the collision all the more cataclysmic.
That makes the breakdown all the more tragic.
That makes the suicide all the more certain.
ScaredI'm just so scared
to touch happiness
only to have it
taken away again

      maybe that is why
      I push everyone away
      and maybe that's why
      I'm so guarded

but I don't think
I can even touch it
without love

      and I don't know
      how to love
      at all
This Dream of MineWandering endlessly on
in this dream of mine
within this plane I am a pawn
unaffected by time
Controlled by trapped desires
influenced by disguised thoughts
unknowingly it transpires
with the speed of a fired shot
In this dream of mine
monsters become known
as they meet me through time
revealing that I was never alone
Wandering endlessly on
through this forest of denial
never shall it be dawn
with each step a new trial
In this dream of mine
wings of freedom flutter
as I reach for them trapped in vine
there is nothing left for me to utter
Gazing into the sky
there is endless desolation
birds of white begin to fly
swelling frustration and desolation
Wandering endlessly on
how I was foolishly seeking
I am but a pawn
left without a dream, left shrieking.
The Ugly LieYou say I'm ugly
But that's a lie
You say I'm not worth loving
Something else I don't buy

He's told me I'm beautiful
and that's the truth
He's told me I'm perfectly loved
and he's shown me the proof

You tell me I'm damaged
and worthless to everyone
You whisper in my head
until I run

I'm fearfully and wonderfully made
And he is my worth and value
He is love, he is peace
And all he says is true

You lie and devalue me
But he has set me free
In My HeadIt’s so quiet and dark here
In the room where I lay
But it’s not quite morning yet
So here is where I must stay

And stare into the darkness
Facing the silent wall
Because I know there’s something behind me
But yet, there's nothing there at all

Anxiety takes over, Depression close by
I’m struggling to breathe
As I cower under my heavy covers
And resist the urge to scream

So here I lay, terrified
Facing the wall next to my bed
And I can’t get away from all of this
Because the monsters are in my head
tooth decayNot personal vengeance, monotonous sex: a rotting tooth decay type of love.

To say it is a fallacy, I'd be wrong.

I’m strung high, aeronautical aerobics – anxious to reach the lofty clouds – lubricious like the ashen feathers that encompass a dove.

Swollen lips and torn fabric, flesh is slick and glossy – your eyes, they hum a bluesy song.

Chords struck by a hollow wood, tune as dull as his soul – reverberating string pulsing against a tomb – bleeding remnants of our dying flame (Something I need to be freed of).

Each word he speaks sends shivers along my spine; words spoken in twisted tongue. Is he wh
Age of ReasonUpon souls inspection
I learned I fear deception
and hate rejection
thus leading to my love life's dose of lethal injection
Critical Condition.Back against the wall
I've gone and lost it all
reduced down to a crawl

Nothing left to lose

So many barrels aimed at me
Hatred is all I'm trained to see
All the love has turned to flee

Nothing left to lose

Only pain left by my side
and it's been a rough ride
But i refuse to run and hide

Nothing left to lose

I'll break out of my broken shell
I'd rather die and burn in hell
And you'll gain nothing if I fail

Nothing left to lose

So come and finish what you started
you'll leave no one brokenhearted
another victim to your carnage

Nothing left to lose

And if you come don't come alone
I may be down but it's my home
A cornered monster is d
A Man Named MeI dare not stare him in the eyes
This man who dwells where none can see
He is the truth behind my lies
I ungraciously call him me
The CurseTo shy to say hello,
My heart a dying glow
So afraid due to my past
quickly dissolving if we move too fast
Will I ever find my soul mate,
or is forever loneliness my fate?
Im just an outline of my former self
My courage gone and put on shelf
I see your eye's longing for me to speak
But I dare not come down from my peak
Forever consumed by my fear
I wish the winds would carry my words for you to hear.
Till then..I will just stare down,
pay no mind to my frown..
Grown DeepMy eyes and skin caressed by moonlight,
Soul is that entity elusive that
Has yet to be swum in by love.
Grown in shaded isolation,
Deep within a wild ancient forest,
Like a starving animal, I seek
The method to quench my thirst for rest.
Rivers of sorrow and verse converge;
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
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BreakGod, I've got to get this
Off of my chest.
It's been there for a while,
And I think I need to say it.

Have you ever been fake?
You know,
Put up a front
So people would like you.
I've done it,
And let me tell you,
Being something
You know you're not?
It sucks.

You pretend to be
The good girl
So the good girls
Will like you.
You pretend to be
The bad girl
So the bad girls
Will like you.
What's fair in that?
Nothing.
It's awful.
It's sick.
It's disgusting.
Gross.

I've done it.
I'm pretty sure
Everyone
In this room has.
It's not nice.
You try to put up
Some cover
So people will
Believe anything.
Trust me,
Some
Band-AidHey, there.
Remember me?
The girl who you used to be
Inseparable with.
Yeah, it's been a while.
A while since we've laughed,
Often over coffee
Or assorted junk food snacks.
A while since we've seen
Each other in the flesh,
With those great big hugs
You were so good at giving.
A while since we've had
An impromptu staring contest
Or a movie viewing for us only.
A while since we've talked
Face-to-face, eye-to-eye,
Hearts on our sleeves.
We didn't dare judge each other.
We were best friends.

Now you're gone.
I don't get responses
When I send you a text message.
I don't get a forward
When I message you online.
I don't get
Library BooksCheck out.
Check in.
Flip through the pages
Worn away by
Numerous uses.
Yellowed and frayed,
Edges rounded and dull.
Engrossed in each read,
Something you have
Temporarily,
You take advantage of
Limited uses.

Check out.
Check in.
Carry the piles
That are heavy
And weighed down
By epic adventures
And marvelous tales
Of extravagant proportions.
Only you carry them
Because you want to
Educate yourself
On the abnormal.

Check out.
Check in.
It's mad world
Where we live.
Why don't we just
Try to spread a little love
And a little less hate?
Read these novellas
And then you'll understand.

Check out.
Check in.
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Look At My Palms, They Shake Like My Current World

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My veins? They bleed ink,
Thick, black, translucent blood.
The flowing won't stop.

Sometimes, I worry
My oxygen intake will
Falter and shut down.

I have night terrors
And wake up suffocating,
Asphixiating.

Sleep? A luxury.
I can't afford to waste it
Once I'm getting it.

Trepidation rules
Over in my world of sad,
Anxious tendencies.

There's too much pressure.
It's caving into me, my
Lungs and cavity.

I'm unemotive
Anymore, a cadaver
Behind curls of my dead skin.

Figmented only
By imagination, time
Is just an object.

Why should I follow
When I can barely keep my
Own head from falling?

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Look At My Palms, They Shake Like My Current Worldby ~otakuplaywright

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*Mrs-Freestar-Bul Feb 24, 2012   Writer
This is a beautiful poem. I know how this feels. I wrote something similar at some point. Very powerful:dalove:
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~dweckie Feb 21, 2012  Student Writer
I'm unemotive
Anymore, a cadaver
Behind curls of my dead skin.

You grabbed me from the start, but that's the verse the fave is for :heart:

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~otakuplaywright Feb 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Why, thank you! I like that line quite a bit as well. Cadaver is such a nifty word. I mean, it's "corpse" with three syllables. XD
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~dweckie Feb 21, 2012  Student Writer
I know, and so much more... elegant sounding XD
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