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What's Not Being SaidI heard you sigh
but at the time
I didn't say a word;

I saw you cry
but didn't know
your voice was so unheard.

I felt you break
but truly thought
I shouldn't be around;

For my own sake
I should have fought
to keep your feelings sound.

Please, listen to what's not being said.

Victim of a John DoeDo you want to hear the story
of how I died?
I promise it won't be boring
so if you would
just take a seat, have a drink
and listen.

Past memories reach,
I met the most amazing man
who spun words of silver and gold
with a tongue more fine than silk.

He told me he could do no wrong
and I, young and foolish, believed him.

And when we went home,
his eyes shining with new excitement,
things were perfect.

Then it shattered.

Nothing more intense
than feeling my own blood
trickle down my body.

Cruciation
stares traveling down
blood spattered knife
a gaping wound

cries of shock
gleaming white smile
solid drops of blood
and

She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.

She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,

the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.

She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world

than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night

she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage

whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,

grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting

what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is—

she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash

suffocating her inside her own flesh.

November skies tore open this night,

ripping a hole i

Sudden CrueltySudden Cruelty:

He is a God, or so he believes
He judges others and puts them into stereotypes
Asian? No life! Hispanic? Brainless!

He thinks he has control over his world
A delusion which he has never been able to break
Me? I'm better than them, I'm smarter...

He sits alone in his room, ignoring the emptiness
He sits in front of his computer and passes judgement
Lol, you're wrong. You're stupid. Everything is stupid!

He laughs and smiles at his own cruelty;
He feels powerful and most certainly superior to all
But in the end, it's just a fantasy isn't it?

He curls up in his bed, thinking about tomorrow
Here, he's a king, but out

Mirror, Mirror"Mirror, Mirror"

When she looks in the mirror, what is it that she sees?

A reflection of exotic and exquisite beauty?

Do not be hard on yourself dear, images can deceive

You are more beautiful than a picture can perceive

Photographs don't do justice to those who judge

So quick to be critical are the minds that don't budge

Close-minded and ignorant are those proud of themselves

Alone they are on the inside like closets without shelves

The most lonely of the bunch are the ones with pretty faces

Who are never just satisfied with crushing hearts in various places

Their minds are destroyed as they become more and more blind

Confused an

19 Years OldI was just nineteen years old
When I cut myself in two
The boy I wanted them to see
And the boy they never knew

Hid my hollow bones away
I've been hiding ever since
Yes, you may see the odd smile
But only ever a glimpse

But my heart was never broken
It was born in several pieces
And with every passing year
The size of the segments decreases

I was just nineteen years old
When I died for the first time
I did not cope so well
With leaving my childhood behind

I didn't want to face up
To these wretched bent back blues
But will I give in to the struggle?
No, with respect I refuse

See my grandfather gave me
The stubborn heart o

Through a gap in the fenceThrough a gap in the fence
they saw each other.

Drawings on the walls
for messages of love.

Images don't matter anymore
as words are the only thing
that can travel
through that gap in the fence.

Whispers of love
and no one else cares.

Still they have not seen each other
through the small gap in the fence,

But of course
all good things must end.

The gap was closed
and their love was lost.

As time erases
their love was lost
and the lovers who met
through a gap in the fence
never got to whisper
their sweet nothings to each other
through a gap in the fence again.

This is a SongThis is a song for the lost, the broken and the damned,

This is a song for the hopeless, the outgunned and the outmanned.

This is one for the sinners, and the non-believers too,

This is a song for all those people, people just like YOU!

This is the anthem of the normal, the oppressed and the abused,

This is a song for those people hidden from everybody's views.

This is the prayer of the unwanted, the unneeded and the small,

This is one for the unheeded, so let's give it our all!

This is a song for the people, who always just want to cry,

This is the anthem for those who have once wanted to die!

This is a song for all the people, tha

The Butterfly JarIn her hand was a little jar
With a butterfly shaped motif
Small enough to fit in her palm
Large enough to hold her beliefs

And all of the hopes and the dreams
And the harrowing memories
She promised one day to reveal
The contents of the jar to me

Protected by the butterfly
Her secrets remained safe and sound
Each echoing in their own space
As there was no one else around

The winged beauty remained loyal
As the days like clouds floated by
It too was once a caterpillar
That never dreamt it could fly

Now like a butterfly she'll escape
From her chrysalis-like mind
She will shed all of her sorrows
Underneath the silken sunshine

After Words"I wish you would give it back to me."

"Why? You'll just break it again."

"It's my heart. I will do whatever the hell I want with it."

"Yeah? Well, you take terrible care of things that are yours."

"Fine. Keep it. I am equal parts concrete and soul anyway."

"You say that, but I'm not entirely sure that you are. I think you're deep, and fragile and broken, and that makes you beautiful."

"Again, concrete and soul. "

"I wish you wouldn't make this so hard."

"So hard? I'm making this easy. You gave me dreams of half feathered swans and a stupid house on an endless beach and a city made of an ocean, and now you're taking it all away. But a

I'm Not the Marrying KindI'm not the marrying kind. 
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.  

I'm not the marrying kind. 
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.

  I'm not the marrying kind. 
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.  

I'm not the marrying kind. 
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.  

I'm not the marrying kind.R

monsteri hide my face
behind my hair
so people won't see
my ugly face
and get scared
i'm a monster
so please don't stare

I Feel FreeWhen I look into your eyes,
I see experience.
When I hold your hands,
I know strength.
When I touch your skin,
I sense comfort.
When I listen to your heart,
I hear power.
When I speak your name,
I find pleasure.
When I kiss your lips,
I feel free.

DystopiaDirty water,
corrupted laughter,
cracked dreams,
and broken seams.

Cries in the night
as life becomes a fight
there's just no more light.

Men are trying,
women are running
children are crying
people are dying.

Let's go, he whispered.
I-It's dangerous, she stuttered.
But we can't just stay, they uttered.

Chaos roams the streets
and blood's on the ground like treats.

Dystopia never ends
as society bends.
Life shall be dystopia
and never a utopia.

I'm Really Not OkayWhen I whisper of my woes
How can anyone hear
When the din of their own lives
Is ringing in their ears

Forcing a smile as they glance
Frown as they look away
Please somebody turn around
I'm really not okay

You refuse to see the signs
A deluge of denial
Drowns out my facial features
The absence of a smile

Obliged to ask how I am
Your concerns I allay
But then again I would do
I'm really not okay

Hold back the transparent tears
A dam of repression
I'll be damned if anyone
Sees through my confession

Slowly my world unravels
Life's tapestry will fray
My pain has been tailor made
I'm really not okay

I write poems

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my love
my joy
my happiness

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            my spirit

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IsHopeless is the man who dwells on what could have been
instead of what might possibly be.

Cruel is the man who sees everything
and does nothing to stop it.

Vain is the woman who cares only for looks
and not for the feelings of others.

Callous is the child who only wants
and never cares of the words of his mother.

Ignorant is the man who will not listen
yet can only hear himself.

Heartless is the woman
who does nothing for others.

Tragic is a country who mourns for one
when thousands die from something we could prevent.

Hero less is a person
who has no one to idolize.

Horrendous is the person
who hurts those who cannot help th

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

Goodbye P.18: Greece and his MomEDIT: Akantha is Mamma Greece's name

She held her sons hand as she walked through the crowded streets of Greece; she never once let the option come up that he could get away from her. It was too much of a risk, as he was more precious than all the jewels in the city. He clung just as tightly as she did to him, intimidated by all the large men surrounding him. Yet even though he was scared, Heracles still walked with his head held high and tried his best to meet the gaze of everyone who caught his eye. Akantha watched everyone around her, just to make sure that nothing bad was going to happen to her precious son.

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Grow Up

by =Oilux, Jul 16, 2012, 4:27:39 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

When I was young,
I knew a girl.
She was so warm and bright,
so I asked her that question
that all children must answer.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'

Her eyes lit up with joy
and she jumped with excitement.

'A dancer!
No, an astronaut!
Wait, President!
A scientist!
I'll be famous
and in movies!
My name
will be everywhere!'

She listed so many more
until she finally just smiled
and looked at me with eyes filled
with child-like wonder.

'I could be anything I wanted.'

Years and years later,
I saw the same girl again
but her eyes no longer
lit up with wonder.

I asked her,
'What did you end up being?'

She smiled the hollow smile
that adults have when talking to the young.

'Not what I wanted to be
when I was young.'

Nothing more was said on the matter
but I could see that there was no more wonder
in the eyes that once shone so brightly.

Grow Upby =Oilux

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As we grow, our minds grow with us. Did you grow to be what you wanted to be when you were young?

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Critique by ~Jhannuzs Apr 23, 2013, 1:53:50 PM

Very true, and sometimes we acquire limiting beliefs that stop us from exploring or learn skills even from cero.

You make me think about to intensify my curiosity, naivety or amazement at what I can learn.
Sometimes we believe somebody when they say: "why do you do that? it´s no use..." sometimes we are afraid about the ridicule, when the ridiculous factor is: not learning new things.

And you're right we often see people walking and they are "dragging the blanket", unwilling, perhaps because they forgot to build their dreams.

Your poem invites to create a better future!

We all need from time to time poems with this energy; to start over; to fly again; to create our dreams or new goals

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Amazing! You were born to be a writer!!! Five stars!!! I think you could have gone a little bit more into detail of the characters. But, other than that awesome! I can see that piece as a poster, or on clothes, blankets, or maybe even pillows!

I think, if you went into more detail the readers would get more sucked into your amazing art work. But, again other than that I thought it was amazing! I hope I get to see more of your amazing work, please don't stop writing I really love your incredible work!

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~GoodOldBaz Apr 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This - this is his so heartbreaking.... growing up has sort of been a punch in the face for me - a disillusioning - the world seemed so wonderful... but now....? Sigh....I suppose I oughtn't to think that way - but it's hard not to.

=Oilux Apr 11, 2013 Student Writer

I know just how you feel.

~GoodOldBaz Apr 11, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

glad to know somebody does.

~underestimatedbeauty Jan 21, 2013 Student Photographer

Beautiful and true. Sad, but true.

=Oilux Jan 22, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you, so much

~Hatamani Jan 20, 2013 Student

that made me cry, sad sad tears.

=Oilux Jan 20, 2013 Student Writer

Aw I'm sorry about that.

~Hatamani Jan 20, 2013 Student

Don't be. It was amazing.

=Oilux Jan 21, 2013 Student Writer

Aw thank you!

!FoxyMao Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

This is so touching, and really true too. I can totally relate, I see so many people in that case, it's so sad .

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