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Tick tickHe could hardly breathe
But his heart was still beating
A broken rhythm
A Phsycotic tempo
Beat
Beat
Beat
Beat....

He didn't know the time
But he still heard the seconds go by
Swirling around him
Something was saying
His time was over
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick...

He didn't have wings
But he was flying away
I couldn't catch him
The wind carried him away
From me
His hands
Were cold and bloody
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip.....

And h

UntitledSomewhere in the forest
A wolf cries to the moon
So I begin to ponder
Alone here in my room
As to what the wolf is after
When it calls out to the moon
I think I thought of something
But I fell asleep too soon.

Wake up now, my dear old friendWake up now, my dear old friend,
Your daily sleep has reached its end.
Embrace your worldly cares once more
And take one step outside your door;
You’ll find there, waiting for you still,
The tasks and deeds you’ve to fulfill
So do not waste another ray,
Get up, get up and start your day.
You’ll have your sleep again tonight
And when you do, you will sleep tight
But until such times are near,
Get up, wake up, today is here.

InsomniaWaking in the dead of night
Wondering about my life

All the things I've left undone
How did things go so wrong

I lay here drenched in sweat
Haunted by the old regrets

Trying to stay awake
Frightened by my dreamscape

Stay up until the dawn
Go to work with face drawn

I struggle on through the day
People curiously glance my way

I finally make my way home
Wait for the cycle to go on

We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the broken
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.

We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.

We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.

We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.

We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.

If only You'd say yes.You want to know how i feel,
but im in fear of what you would say.
Telling you plainly "i love you",
Is not enough to make you stay

So the reasons that i love you...
is it your smile? Is it your laugh?
is it the fact that i can tell you anything,
and know that you'll always have my back?

Is it because you're like one of the guys?
Never afraid to make fun of us back.
But still showing that you are a lady
that is gentle and with feelings intact.

Just the feeling of seeing you next to me,
is enough to make my heart race.
It would stop at the sound of your voice,
but wont settle for less than first place.

You tell me that you aren't perfect,

My Sole ConditionTo what conditions must I comply
when prompted to write
of what dwells inside?

'Tis always my voice I aim to speak
with pen in hand, bleeding ink,
as does my heart, spilling words
upon a page, perhaps unheard
save by me, myself, and I -
imagination amplified!

Eclectic fragments in the mind -
to each his own for these are mine;
thereby forming how they will
in fluid flight with feathered quill,
as freedom flows with expression
of fantasy or pure confession.

Symbolic makings of the soul
take shape as musical rhymes unfold.
Whilst not perfected or contrived,
'tis how this poem became alive;
for thus am I, in each rendition,
still my own poeti

DreamscapesCaught on a tight-rope between moon beams
somewhere hidden within a dream

A landscape of stars scatter at the touch of the brush
only to come together in a spiral that dances in a dizzying rush

Teetering neither to the right nor to the left
playing a game of balance tip-toeing just on the center line

Watching the metronome swing as two stars collide and intertwine
creating an explosion in iridescent hues and a fusion of harmonic tunes

As I catch a drift off a comet's tail and free-fall through the center
to wake up in bed and realize its all just a dream...

................just a dream

........................just a dream

.............

You are not an islandI have been alone. This man is an island.
The cliffs of my shoulder blades
hang heavy with grief, ore, suffering.
I am draped with the permanence of gravity,
So do not believe that you cannot move.
Come to me, water babes fully grown,

Allow yourself to be swept in salt and ash.
Tumble with your brothers into my arms
and be at peace, at last, on the shore.
I too was once drowned, but I arose
and as the caps melt, all things will erode
For no man is an island alone.

I'll Make My Own WayBiting my lips until they bleed
Because there's no one here to kiss them
Sat in the dark because no one needs me with them
Trapped in a cold, dark padded cell
It's meant to be a refuge but it feels like hell
I need the key but I don't even know if there is one

You said it would be easier than this
I don't deserve any of this
Please can someone take me far away from this
Before there's nothing left of me

Because it's just me now
No one else to hold me tight
I'll sing the lullabies to myself
To help me get through the night
And if someone else comes along
To take me out of this place
I'll welcome them with open arms
And a smile

Are You Like Me?Are you like me?
Battle stained and bloody scars
Are you like me?
Empty head and lonely heart

Puzzle PiecesI don't want to be
a puzzle piece
that just fits right inside.

I don't want to be
a difficult piece
you make fit by pounding on.

What I want to be
is that one piece
that everyone misplaces.

That lone piece that's lost
under the couch
or between the cushions.

That strange piece that
everyone hates when lost,
but adores when found.

That simple piece that
everyone wants
and everyone searches for.

That perfect piece that,
when found,
completes the puzzle perfectly.

That independent piece that
can easily fit,
but doesn't want or need to.

That free piece that
will appear to you
only when it's fully ready.

That one piece that
will change ev

PerfectionPerfection.

She lodges her fingers down her throat.

Clasping onto the wall as she recklessly chokes.

She reinserts her fingers back in forcibly.

Deliriously trying to make her body thinner.

She swoons and slumps to the floor nauseously

As she attempts to regurgitate her dinner.

Her throat aches as she screeches out coarsely,

With her hand covering the image in the mirror.

Her head now rests on the on the rim of the toilet seat.

She wants to eat but she just has not got in her.

She desperately begins to scream out inaudibly.

Her mouth now tastes of something pulpy and bitter.

She examines the red color of the fluid cautiously.

Re

Freaks ShowFingers scratching at my wrist,
Wanting a beautiful kiss.
The lips they know too well,
Gradually I feel my mind compelling,
Back to almost a month ago,
When I was still apart of the freak show.
Dancing on the stage,
With a pointy blade,
Focused on a luscious vein.
The oh's and ah's of the crowd causes pain,
I finally notice how different I really am.
I finally notice there is nothing I can,
Do to pick up the glass without getting cut.
I finally noticed that all I am is a nut.
I finally noticed that deep down I'm in the freak show for life,
I can no longer hide and fight,
The true me when it's thriving to come out.
In this moment I do doubt,
T

Human Nature When you are young,
they will treat you with the softness of spring.
They will guide you through the winter winds and
over snowy hills, admiring the brilliance of your
midday innocence; pulling daisies from the earth
just to place them in your hair. And they will
whisper to each other of how beautiful you are.
When you grow older,
they will treat you with the indifferences of autumn.
They will urge you from the complacency of your own
fleeting fulfillments, and they will watch your
brilliance fade with the swiftness of the sky. You
will shed your fragile childhood with the colors of
the trees, and you will learn to face

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Scars

by ~dominaeexitium, Jan 12, 2013, 4:13:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Standing in the shower
Skin turning redder

I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins

Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight

The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me

I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?

Scarsby ~dominaeexitium

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Sadly accurate

~q3w3e3 Apr 24, 2013

love it

~chilling-wind Jan 18, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

it is sad but very true, the real scars are in the head, if you need someone to talk to im here for you

~dominaeexitium Jan 18, 2013

Thank you

~griffinrunner Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

your scars are what make you who you are. They are the words that tell your story, and therefor they are beutiful

~dominaeexitium Jan 13, 2013

Thank you

~griffinrunner Jan 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

~cherimonlover1209 Jan 13, 2013

also scarily and sadly accurate and this is a beautifully , truthfully written piece of honest, from the heart poetry

~dominaeexitium Jan 13, 2013

Thank you

I was trying to convey how I felt at the time I was writing this.

~cherimonlover1209 Jan 16, 2013

it translated beautifully

~Kojak-Dragonrider Jan 13, 2013

I bow to you're poetry mastery *bows*. This poem is many things for me but the one that stands out is how closely it relates my unspoken thoughts and feelings. I face my scars every day. Whether they are hidden by long sleeves and jackets or if they're exposed to the air and water. Beautifully written, especially since it hits home for some of us. Thank you *bows*

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