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Leave.Leave me alone!
Is that so hard to do?!
You don’t care about my feelings,
They are nothing to you!

What have I done wrong?
I just want you to leave,
You hurt me more and more,
So how can I believe?

Your words mean nothing,
Your apologies are fake,
Just stay away from me!
How much pain can I take?!

You got what you want,
But what about me?
I only want one thing,
I want to be free!

I can’t take it anymore!
Every night and day,
You just refuse to leave,
So at least stay away!

Tears don't bring the dead back to lifeIt's shadow times and sunken lives
in a grave of mud and flesh remains
they've killed many souls with bloody knives
and weaved their ladders out of veins.
"Away!" they shout when death has cried
and off they run, away from pride.
"Away!" they scream when death has blown
so off they go, when blood has flown.
Then there's the boom of drums and trumpets
wail. Men fall to graves; they've pain their debts.
There's rust in bones, and tears at home
And strange lost love that walks alone.
There's a pretty, kind lady looking out the window
little does she know that now she's a widow.
And the little young boy who sleeps in her arms
had just lost a father down by the dams.
A beautiful girl lies beneath the pine trees,
staring at the skies and all what she sees
is the bright red sun, bleeding on the horizon
the girl shuts her eyes and death brings her ease.
Once an old man had a wonderful family
who lived on the other five chairs around
the kids would play and jump so cheerily
filling a quie

Plenty of TimeThere's still plenty of time
She said to the wind
And the wind whispered back
Not for those who have sinned;
Not for those who cry
In the deep of the night,
Not for those who die
In the darkest of light.

There's still plenty of time
She laughed to the boy
But he didn't laugh back
For he found no joy;
Not for those who slave
Through the long, hard days,
Not for those who pave
The path for your ways.

There's still plenty of time
She sighed to the moon;
The moon knew there wasn't
When you're filled with gloom;
Dear girl you must learn
Time's not what you think,
What you get, you must earn
When your life's on the brink.

There's still plenty of

Society is Screaming Society is screaming so loud, I can hear it internally
Inside my mind, bouncing off the boundaries
All the dishonor, poverty, lies and disgust sound eternally
I tell the world, warn them of this coming storm, they tell me it's imaginary

The ones who are here to help, they lie through their teeth and lungs
Lock me in, "fixing" me up, sending my mind reeling
Defiantly I fight, bare arms and legs, as they fill me with drugs
They've sent me so far from home, I'm so numb, I can't even feel my feelings

My mind is overflowing with images I don't own
I remain silent, let them believe it's working
Moving slowly through this twisted life

The EscapistIt is really insomnia
If you're keeping me awake?
Is it the infatuation
That made me start to shake?
Is it so peculiar
If you make me feel brand new?
Is it some kind of obsession
That I have with you?

I watch you when I feel lonely
Is that so wrong?
I think of you when they hurt me
So what if that's all day long?
You make me feel so happy
What if that's all I have?
Should that be taken away
Just because it sounds mad?

Because right now in real life
There's no happily ever after
When I see something I don't like
I can't just skip the chapter
Or quickly press fast forward
On a TV remote control
Real life is but a wound
And you help fill the h

my english homeworkFallen angel wondering forevermore
Black winged angel flying nevermore
My guardian angel wondering in the abyss
I wish I did not miss

My guardian angel forever more
Haunting me to the core
Making me go insane
Forever in pain

Wondering soullessly
Immortality loneliness
Crimson stains
Of my eternal pains

Leaving my emotions behind
My love denied
Abandoned for life
Waiting for my knife

To redeem my self
My inner self
Living in my own despair
Wanting to repair

So You Know She's Alive She's gorgeous, pure mind, embodiment
Her future, paved in the cement

She laughs, so beautiful
A shaky breath, so wonderful

That was what she was,
But all that's turned to dust

On the outside, she doesn't seem bent
Still the same case, but what's become of it's contents?

Don't be fooled by what you see
On the inside, she may be ugly
Nothing left but the will to breathe

Sweet smiles, valentines
Heart cracks, with the stroke of time
Nothing left, her home is a lie
Wounded hopes, a dream that has died

Only a breath, so you know she's alive

Why do you?Why are you crying my dear?
Why is your beautiful face full of fright?
Please hand me the knife my dear.
I want to see you live through this night.

Why are you sad my love?
Why are you hiding from me?
Please don't hide because they called you queer.
I can't be happy if you can't be.

Why are you hurt my friend?
Why are you bleeding out?
Please tell me what he did my friend.
I will stop him without any doubt.

Why are you so small sister?
Why don't you eat?
Please tell me what you see.
I don't want you to give up to this in defeat.

Why are you drunk brother?
Why do you drown yourself like this?
Please don't do this to yourself.
She wasn't wo

Whence To WhereYou surprise me and confuse me,
And make me love you more.
The brightness may undo me,
The darkness I adore.

There's so much grey,
And so much pain
That brings rejuvenation.
I fall and sink,
But then I blink
Before illumination.

Whence to where is what I asked,
But much is coming clear.
My sadness fading here at last,
And with it all my fears.

You've brought me out,
How can I count
The times you've soothed my soul?
From where I was,
You may become
The star that leads me home.

Light and dark will mold and mix
Till grey is what I see.
A calming sight that seems to fix
What once was wrong with me.

Lucifer and VisitorThe Devil mourned his homeland lost

Upon a stone in exile deep

Beneath the great earth’s hardened crust

Where fires rage inside the sea

Much too far for father sky

To see the rock where The Devil lie

As he lamented, sullen, weary

Expression that of sorrow true

A Thing appeared, and very clearly

Cracked the gates of Lucifer’s tomb

The grin that danced upon his face

Found hell to be the quaintest place

The thing approached and asked him kindly,

“Why do you mourn your banishment?

All the land above I see

But I’ve never seen an armament

So well hidden from my mighty eyes

Which see all things as they live a

Glass HeartFragile hearts that beat for love,
Seem to never get enough.
Encased in a glass that’s stained with red,
A reminder of the blood it’s shed.
Over the years it has hardened from pain;
Careful to ever love again,
But some memories are engraved in gold,
Reminding the heart of what love can hold;
The promises behind just one kiss;
The little moments you know you’ll miss.
The empty ache subdued by an embrace;
Causing your fragile heart to race.
The rare confessions that are only heard by some,
Gazing in the eyes of the hopeful one.
The memories that form a smile on your face,
Caresses on soft skin that leave a trace.
Recurring th

The LiarWhen I found out the truth
The filthy thing under the bed
I screamed and howled
And learned to hate;

For the truth was biting
Bitter and cold
Like a burning hailstorm
That I wished had never unfold

I kept a secret
Told a lie
I spoke words of hatred
Felt something wilt and die

The world was faux
An unattainable fantasy
Hopes were fed to monsters
In my blood that cried blasphemy

I don't think you knew
Because you'd hate me if you did
To know our common blood was false
Of me, you'd surely rid

So I cut you off first
Then you'd never have the chance
To look under the bed
And pierce me through with a lance

I destroyed you first
So I'd not be

GenderGender was complicated
for me at least.

Unlike the others
it wasn't so black
or white
more like
a very large scale
filled with shades
of confusion.

Male?
Not exactly.

Female?
Not quite.

I wanted the
broad shoulders
that men obtained
by nature. I ached
for the clavicles
that showed whether
you were average
or thin.
I desired the chiseled jaw,
the strong arms
that could make
any girl feel
safe,
the deep voice that
could make her
swoon with
the right words.

However,
I longed for
the graceful walk
that females could master
so naturally.
The soft voice
that could make any man
question his feelings.
I needed the long fingers
that woul

Dear FutureDear future,
Am I merely a voice, left far in the past?
Where the sun once shone
Where I once laughed
Where the rain of my eyes
Poured down on my lap
Turned my face scarlet
And melted my mask

Dear future,
Does the sky still look the same?
Its brilliant blue
Screaming my name
Lending me wings so that I may fly
Pulling my feathers
And watching me die
Heartbroken, and crumpled upon the ground
Breathing faint words
In gasping sounds
Does its beauty still torture me so?
Please, dear future, I yearn to know

Am I merely the words from some distant shore?
Am I a memory, or something more?
Does the snow fall when the sun goes missing
Or does it mere

Raw Hours (Part I)I’ve never had so much power pounding through my veins;
A deadly fire in which I’m battling the desire to hold it all contained.
Each beat of my heart sends these needles showering through my being.
Each fraction of the second I feel me rising from this sinking.

And this energy, this chaos surging within me,
It shakes me, burns me, leaves me barely breathing.
I’m trembling, its raging, it tries to claim my soul.
Im battling and clinging, like dangerous thunder, through my bones it rolls.

Over flowing, bursting, bubbling over. This feeling spilling, rushing through my whole.
This rush, this agony, this surging, attempt at

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Vent Poem

by ~Silosson, Feb 7, 2013, 7:42:37 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

Why are you always tearing me down?

Why does this world hate me?

I used to smile but you make me frown...

You trap me when I want to be free.

You make me afraid to wake up in the morning...

I keep giving and you keep taking,

When I do something good, you take all the glory.

Nowdays when I smile you should know that I'm faking.

You make me wonder if there is a better place

You make me wanna start leavin'.

You make me wanna punch you in the face,

You make me wanna stop breathin'.

This thing we call livin' isn't all that great,

I want to be free of your tyrany.

It doesn't help that youre full of hate,

Don't you see you're destroying me?

Vent Poemby ~Silosson

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2013 ~Silosson

I write poems when I'm depressed... I'm NOT considering suicide, I just needed some rhymes. My issues aren't that bad...

~rosepetal179 Feb 7, 2013

oh this reminds me of how i feel when im with my soon to be ex boyfriend. he treats me like dirt and this poem shows that.

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~Silosson Feb 7, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Well this poem is refering to my classmates and their attitudes toward me.

I hope you figure out what's going on with your (ex)boyfriend, I'm sure you're a great person and deserve better if he is treating you badly

Thanks for commenting

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~rosepetal179 Feb 8, 2013

ur welcome. well, i already know what is wrong with my boyfriend!! hes a liar and a person that acts possessive!!

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