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Heartbreak MasqueradeI can't remember what it feels like to be happy...
My smile no longer shrouded in sincerity.
It is like a heartbreak masquerade, fooling everyone;
Exhausted, I remove my mask when the day is done.
I'm a professional at what I do: I hide what I feel -
When I get hurt, I pretend like it is no big deal.
In reality, it's killing me; feel my heart breaking
The sad part? My friends don't know that I'm faking.
I can't remember the sound of my laughter any more;
Feels odd when I smile, like I've never done it before.
My heart soaring with joy - well, that feeling is gone
Dreaming about another guy that isn't you feels wrong.
It is like I

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,

Stand aloneA girl stands,
Alone and weak

As insults rain down

Tears pour,
Across her rosy cheeks
Staining once pure skin

Slut

Whore

Bitch

Each word,
Is a knife to her heart.

You're worthless

Just kill yourself

No one would care

Silently she moves
Their taunting words
Haunting her every move

Where are you going?

Oh wait it doesn't matter

No one would love a bitch like you.

When she gets home,
Her mother doesn't ask
How she is

She goes to her room,
Cries more than she ever has before
And wishes for her life to end

As she falls asleep
She prays for some escape
From her personal hell.

Then she awakens the next day
To begin i

Little Girl, Little GirlShe was like the moon,
part of her was hidden away.
That small yearning to swoon
overwhelmed by heat of the day.

Little girl, little girl
why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul
your heart is dying.

In the end you were meant to run
from the absolute start,
to find the truth behind the 'fun'
and protect your fragile heart.

I know how it is my dear,
to have that doubt making fear.
To see the infinite lies
and eventual demise.

To become enraptured in want of truth
making you an almost too accurate sleuth.
But something has already changed,
as your heart has became deranged.

Because you've always seen them run away,
ins

No oneDrown those drinks
shoot those shots,
don't think about tomorrow
just party till you cant.

She stumbles around
not even able to stay stable
she sits roughly on the ground
when a man comes up
and takes her somewhere else

Following the sounds
of muffled grunts
and drunken cries
the man is hovering over her
while she cries out
for anyone to help her

No one does
no one can hear
over the hammering music.
No one notices
when they both emerge
one a tear stained face,
and the other…

Well the other,
goes to his friends
and gets congratulated.

Keep on DreamingThere are dreams in this world
Dreams of anything and everyone

Dreams are more than we believe
More than we actually dream

Dreams inspire
With a bit of faith
Dreams can become reality

Dream on, keep dreaming
You never know where those dreams may go.

Dreams change the world
Dreams can do anything

Dreams created the world
As everything that ever is, or was,
Began with a dream.

Keep on dreaming~

The house on the hillUp on a hill there lived a house,
in that house lived an old man.

He had lived his long life
and had lived in that house his entire life.

He didn't have family
and stayed on the porch every day.

When the children would come
he would give out candy apples and sweets.

The children loved the nice old man
who lived on the hill.

Then the man on the hill
passed away and went to a better place.

The once great house,
faded from thoughts
as the town still grew below it.

Once shiny windows,
and flawless paint,
faded and became aged.

The garden once taken care of,
with wrinkled old hands,
became overcome with weeds.

The children

FreedomUnder crystal light
she tears at the purple cloth,
trying to make the perfect shape.

Her design is messy,
but it's better than nothing,
as strings of fabric are everywhere.

Her hand holds the shard
while at her neck the chain bites
always keeping her attached,
to the cold hard ground.

Her beautiful butterfly design
flutters away from her,
yet her hand remains stretched before her
in a constant wish to have it return.

Her violet eyes never leave
the freedom that her butterfly possesses,
but only one thought
constantly goes through her head:

I cannot be free
but if one of us could,
I would wish for it to be you.

To give

FearA knock at the door
A scratch at the window
A howl in the night

Stopping hearts
And making fear arise

That thin white lineThere is a very fine line,
Between heaven and hell,
Good and evil,
What could happen and what doesn't,
Light and dark,
Life and death,
Animal and human,
Being hopeful and hopeless.

That thin white line
We walk every day
Not wanting to be bad
But yet not taking the effort to be good

We say we live
But how many of us actually live?
Our heart beating is the only thing
Saying that we're alive

Doing one bad thing
Can send someone to hell
But do we really deserve
The sanctuary of heaven?

We hunt for fun
Kill for joy
And yet we aren't
The animals

Light is pure.
Dark is tainted.
That gray area
Is where society lays.

We tak

People are ugly.Listen to me

There are ugly people out there

Not just on the outside

But on the inside too

There are horrible people

Who are pretty

And there are ugly people

Who are perfect

So when you say

'everyone's beautiful'

That's a lie

There are ugly people out there

Inside and out

Just To Be PerfectFat.
Over weight.
Chubby.
All mean the same damn thing.
UGLY.

To stop.
To diet.
To run.
To STARVE.

Never enough.
Never strong enough.
Never pretty enough.
Never PERFECT.

A lie they tell.
To make girls go crazy.
To be perfect.
Size 0.
A joke.

Yet we all want it.
Yet we all cry for it.
Yet some die for it.
Just to be Perfect.

Burning Red"Burning Red"

I would like to believe people are good

And what they say is always true

But sometimes I wonder if I should

Have taken on the challenge of you

I don't believe in a lost cause

Though you may have proved me wrong

Because every now and then I pause

And wonder where all the love had gone

There were so many sleepless nights

Worrying about your well being

Meanwhile you never even tried

To care about how I was feeling

In time I know I'll be fine

As I pay attention more to me

And of course you selfish swine

Will only focus on your needs

I grew tired of cleaning up your mess

While most of what you said were lies

And to

She's goneShe couldn't keep her head up
She couldn't keep the gun down
She couldn't keep her hopes high
Now she never makes a single sound

She couldn't help but feel weak
She couldn't hold on for a day longer
No one to wipe the tears from her face
No one to make her feel stronger

Now she's gone

Like a ghost train bound for nowhere

Gone

Like a whisper of smoke rising towards the sky

Gone like a shadow passing through an empty hallway

And nothings going to bring her back

She couldn't keep a smile on her face
She couldn't dry her tears
She couldn't go on with life knowing
She's never felt love in years

She couldn't help but feel helpless

She mattersShe unloaded her pistol and untied her noose

She dropped her razor blades, threw them away too

She wiped up the blood that she had on her skin

She lifted her head up, ready to start again

She descended her heart to me like an angel from above

After holding on to life, she finally found love

Something changed inside her and she decided to live

She had heart a full of joy and a lot of love to give

She wiped away her tears and held a smile on her face

Now she's happy here with me and we found a better place

She thought no one would miss her, they'd just leave her be

Now she knows that she matters, because she matters to me

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laying down in a field of wheat in the afternoon.
You appear almost out of nowhere
and lay down next to me as you were meant to be.

The sun hurts my eyes,
as I squint at the clouds and try to make shapes.
You stare at me and I try to think,
yet the more you stare the harder it is to ignore.

Do you want the sun?

The sun?

Ya, the sun.
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but to me, the only thing that can rival your charm
is the suns great shine,
and even then when you emerge outside
the suns grows dark and burnt.

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I couldn't help but laugh
at how long you probably spent
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Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,
a message for the world.

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would you be able to hear me?

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for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.

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she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.

The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
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because you are my light
and to live without you
is to live without hope.

Darling,
lying cold and dead,
I will give my life for you
as I swore on our wedding day.

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through my own death.

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chill of spine
no life
no end
everything black
nothing good
true endings
are never good
comfortable warmth
cushioned sheets
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will I see
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in comes the new age.

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I'm sorry the dream must end.

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and face the world.

Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.

For you have been asleep long enough.

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The alarm's going off,
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Forgiveness?

by =Oilux, Jun 5, 2012, 1:34:44 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Forgiveness?

What makes you think you're worthy?

You think just a few kind words will fix everything?

That everything shall be forgotten because you wish?

It doesn't work like that.

But I'll smile and say everything's okay,

when really the memories never fade

and truly never forgive you for what happened.

You don't deserve my forgiveness

and to think that you not only do, but are entitled to it,

shows just what kind of person you are.

No, I will never forgive you,

so while I smile and pretend to tolerate you,

don't let your guard down for a second.

I'm just waiting, waiting for that perfect moment

when I can hurt you,

as much as you hurt me.

Forgiveness?

You're not worthy of my forgiveness.

Forgiveness?by =Oilux

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

So today, a person that has caused me so much pain, who has the audacity to ask me to help him, when he has told me on several occasions to kill my self and what a whore or slut I was, asked me for forgiveness.

All I could think of was the pain he had caused me when he asked me that. How my depression and suicidal thoughts began with him telling me to, and how the first time I ever hurt myself, it was because of him.

I lied through my teeth as I told him everything was okay and that I forgave him. Then he asked me out on a date, and I have never been happier that I had a boyfriend before. He scares me so much, and the only reason that I ever texted him was because he said he would kill himself if I didn't. I knew it was an empty threat, but I couldn't let the risk of something like that on my conscious.

I shouldn't be spilling this all out on deviantart, where everyone can see and probably tell me what I did wrong, but I didn't feel like I could post this poem without the entire story behind it as well. What was originally just a few lines, turned into a complete rant.

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Critique by ~Animeroxxx Jun 5, 2012, 10:14:32 AM

Honestly, I understood this fully. I also have a person who hurt me sooo bad and asked for me to "forgive" him. I just smiled and said, "Sure" knowing that he's easy to read and he just wants forgiveness so he can hurt me again. Or because he feels pitty for me. But I just smile and when I walk away I frown and think of how "sweet" I could be just so I could hurt him as much, if not more, than he hurt me. This poem made me think of how people could be so mean, then ask for "forgiveness" the memories truly never disappear, fade maybe, but never disappear.

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