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ImagineI watched you sitting there, in front of the window, alone
with the scent of night, as if you were caught in
a moonbeam spider web, alone
with pen and paper

I love to watch you
writing left-handed,
as if your words needed protection
With this absent-minded look
in your ocean blue eyes
which see more than all the others see - maybe
they see things more clearly, or rather
they see them how they really are

I love to watch you
breathing life into dead things
and turning sentences into melodies
How you´re able to give the little things significance
and write down what life keeps quiet about
You can make the stones cry and
bring a smile on th

Who am I?                      "I am me.."

               Who ever that may be.

                           Made by a world,

                Not easily understood.

I Just AmI am not bullied in school… nor am I popular.
I am just there. Keeping my head as low as I can.
I am not beaten at home… nor am I loved.
I am just there. Failing unspoken expectations.

I am not a femme… nor am I butch.
I am just female. Wearing practical clothes.
I am not a lesbian… nor am I straight.
I just happen to have fallen in love with a girl.

I am not stupid… nor am I a genius.
I just think. Sometimes a little too deeply.
I am not ambitious… nor am I a slacker.
I just work. In case someday I find a dream.

I am not fat… nor am I skinny.
I just eat. Then work out for a few hours.
I am not

Heart, Soul, MindA heart needs to dance
A soul needs to fly
A mind needs to flourish
The question is why

The heart for the sense
The soul for the rest
The mind is for thinking
Synced in one chest

The heart with the rest
The soul and the mind
Thoughts go with sense
Apart yet intertwined

Every Time With The Same BrushEvery time with the same brush
This girl paints so many strokes
Each one speaking of emotions
Louder than the words she wrote

So where does the magic lie,
Allowing this girl's mood to swing?
Is it in the paint or the colours,
The feeling of release it brings?

She lets go of those emotions
That are too painful to express
The open ear of a loved one
Now an empty white canvas

Cathartic is the process
With her dainty little strokes
Thick layers of paint will take us
To land's nobody else knows

Now she paints with love for us
And happiness in her heart
The trees, the flowers, the sunset
The smiles, the eyes, the stars

Every tim

I Miss itI miss it,
My razor.
I miss the blood running down my arm
I miss the feeling
I miss the pain
The pain that never really hurt.
But most of all,
I miss the control I had,
How it allowed me to let go
Let go of everything in my entrapped mind.
I miss it.

A Different PerspectiveI ask you how a knife feels as it digs into a man's heart.

Does it shy away from the pain it inflicts,

is it sickened by the sight of the blood?

Or does it long to sink deep into his chest,

down to the bone handled grip?

(You reply that it doesn't feel either way,

whether a knife wants it or not a man dies today.)

I ask you if your shoe is tired, for its growing old.

Does the pain of being crushed by your feet

take rest and resonate deep in its sole?

Or does it love the honor of being used by you,

and willing to keep making your footprints.

(You say it's meant to be stepped on, it's a shoe

it doesn't have feelings like me or you)

The RoseTear the rose apart
Let the blossom die
Tear it like you tear a heart
Fill it with your empty lies

Scream in deaths name
Cause that's what it does
Set it on fire
And as it burns laugh

The rose is your light
The rose is your dream
Still you destroy it
The virginity of pendants

The rose has its thorns
But it doesn't want to hurt you
The rose is insecure
And still it smells so sweet

The rose is a symbol
That makes us think
The rose is a hope
And it decays, In a dying world

Spellbound"Spellbound"

They'll slice down your throat until you choke on your blood

They'll envelop your lungs while you drown like a flood

They'll cut at your limbs and smash all your bones

They'll rip your frail skin from your head to your toes

They run all your days; They foster your lives

They make decisions on who lives or dies

They'll influence you to choose between sides

They are always watching wherever you hide

So you can kiss your protection and privacy goodbye

As you struggle to cope with who, what, and why

And you and I both know fate has no place

In the fight for supremacy, name, age, and race

They battle each other for the ri

Just A KidPeople want to grow up
As fast as they can
They think when they get older
They can finally take a stand

But someone needs to remember
That when im all stressed and wild
To speak up and remind me
That i am still a child

I don't need to try
To take the world on my back
To never make mistakes
And keep everyone on track

And i don't need the perfect boyfriend
I can worry about that later on
Right now i'll just enjoy my youth
Before it's up and gone

For right now i'm fourteen
I have time to learn and grow
I'm an adolescent now
I can relax and enjoy the show

I hope that in my future
Someone will do what no one did
They will sta

History Is Never Made By Those Who BehaveWe are taught of former glories
The burden of our history
Weighs heavy on infant shoulders
As it does our enemies

But I feel safe and protected
On this the day of the Moon
Unlike the remaining six days
When impending horror consumes

Wind chill woes on the moors this morn
Freedom spoke in a foreign tongue
I did not understand her chants
Percussion did not help her song

The stench of death, the drums of war
In time with the beat my heart gave
History is never written
By the flocks that choose to behave

So raise hell but come together
Unite as we are all the same
Keep the lion's heart within you
Your fiery temper learn to tame

Beyond The HorizonWe ran out of our homes
And our dream quelling streets
Until mud under foot
Had replaced the concrete

From suburb to city
On to the countryside
We were running away
But not trying to hide

The world was still spinning
Faster than we could move
Though our hearts were breaking
Our poets' words would sooth

We left a cloud grey town
And in time reached the sea
Our home for so long
Evolution tells me

To the deepest warm blue
From the coolest pitch black
Shackles fell with each stroke
With our dreams still intact

Surrounded by fishes
Guiding us from the deep
Every league of ascent
Reinforced our belief

That it's the world,

My DemonI think I have a demon,
Just a bitch, I am her pet.
She strokes me very often,
Misery is her net.

Her eyes are dark and empty,
Sometimes, I think they're blue.
Master keeps me lonely,
On my skin, she likes to chew.

I see her when the night falls,
She curls up in my bed.
My mind is but her playground,
My diet is soured dread.

Her skin is pale and smooth,
Razor teeth, sharpened to a point.
I dare not disobey her,
There's no Holy water to anoint.

I could run away somehow,
Yet, who would love me then?
Master is my lover,
She basks in my filthy sin.

RealisationI never noticed
until you were forced to let go
How high you held me

Dysfunctional"Dysfunctional"

Come now dear let's end this and make amends

Or at least can we have the courtesy to pretend?

Before the children start to blame themselves

Remember the vows made under church wedding bells?

Put down that knife and just talk to me

Why do our discussions need to be handled violently?

Your screaming is so loud the neighbors will complain

And do the neighborhood a favor by reporting our disdain

It was never this bad in the beginning of our love

Now our simple arguments turn to pushes and shoves

And slamming and breaking things all over the house

You're disturbing the pets; even the mouse

There's no where to sit; you

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by ~SinfulFox, Jun 4, 2012, 12:10:13 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

^{I never liked silence.
It's why I leave on my TV while I sleep
Or blast music when I'm home alone.
I'll even sing a tune myself,
If it keeps out the silence.

So why is it so surprising, then,
That I've grown so overly frustrated
With your unresponsive critical hit?

I can only do so much myself---
I've reached out,
Cranked up the volume,
I've shouted and sang and cried and screamed!

But you let the silence creep in,
And now there's just... n o t h i n g.

I hate your silence.}

.: SILENCE :.by ~SinfulFox

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Because sometimes people can be complete assholes and just stop talking to you entirely, out of the blue, and no matter what you try and do, they reject your existence and pretend like you aren't there.

Meh, it didn't come out as well as it sounded in my head... ;_; it had more of an impact when I was thinking about the idea. But oh well.

I couldn't stay silent any more.

It's been about a year now since I had to break off my last relationship via Facebook message because the guy refused to talk to me. Just stopped texting me, and wouldn't return my calls, and I caught him playing games on Facebook one time and he told me he'd just been sick and then logged off. I don't have the time, patience, or emotional capacity to put up with that kind of crap so I was forced to send him a Facebook message letting him know that we were over. He never replied. Ever.

I was already over him, but it just... hurt that I wasn't worth enough for him to even respond to, you know?

"Preview image doesn't belong to me, but silence feels like a monster to me so I thought it was more than fitting."

^^ See? Never claimed it as my own. So please stop telling me I stole it, I just had no idea where it originally came from. But now I do, so I can give proper credit!

ORIGINAL IMAGE HERE: [link] by =akirakirai

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~Alie9955 Sep 16, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

I enjoy the image... Pretty
For me I enjoy his silence. He dumped me after using me and promising thing to me so... Yeah and I have to see him every day so it just sucks to go there

~CakeHeaters Aug 18, 2012

This poem really speaks to me.

~SinfulFox Sep 18, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Haha, thanks x)

~PefriX Aug 15, 2012

Sometimes silence is really needed. Gj.

=Xionfan1 Jul 14, 2012 Student General Artist

Dear Author, my heart goes out for you. I can relate.....

Relate in the sense that I was the guy who got dumped by the girl. She never really ever cared. I broke up the realtionship, and now she'll never talk to me? How does that even make sense?

Excuse me, which one of us got their heart ripped out? Not you? Oh, wait? Me? No.......... -_-

I've done all of that. You can only hold out so long.....

~SinfulFox Sep 18, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Aww, thanks so much! x)

And I'm sorry that happened, relationships can just be so rocky sometimes xP but if she never really cared, then in the end it's for the best that it ended I suppose. I just wish the endings were a bit less suckish >.>

=Xionfan1 Sep 18, 2012 Student General Artist

true, true. X'D Saying goodbye(or good riddance) is always hard.

~SinfulFox Sep 18, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Yep xP

Which may be why right now I'm totally in love with the song 50 Ways to Say Goodbye, by Train. It's like a hilariously morbid version of this.

=Xionfan1 Sep 18, 2012 Student General Artist

Oh, that was my very good breakup song. I love it.

~xXx--Echo--xXx Jul 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is a beautiful poem. By the way, I'm so sorry for you.

I can relate to this poem in a way. I love it!

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