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MistakesIf every mistake I ever made
was a scar on my body
there would be no pure skin.

Every inch would host a jagged line
where my so called 'selfish pride'
managed to get the better of me.

Idiot mistakes of my youth,
and moronic declarations
of what I thought was insignificant.

Mistakes, errors of judgment,
a complete lapse in sense,
that litter my skin with memories of pain.

For a moment
I thought I was important
not someone to be overlooked.

My selfish pride betwixt me
for everything was little
compared to the pride I raised.

A fall to Earth
waking on concrete
no one besides me.

My mistakes are scars
littering my skin
ta

Wake up loveHush now,
I'm sorry the dream must end.

It's time to wake up
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.

Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.

The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.

You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.

Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.

It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
an

A Carnival DelightTwo people, sewn together
more stitches bringing them together
than they ever were of conjoined twins.

A scream of horror elicited,
brought by the 'person' before her.
A thump sounded as she fainted.

Next on stage,
blood red eyes and pale skin
people cowered and hid
shielding away from his 'devils syndrome'.

Just when the audience
seemed it couldn't take anymore,
more acts joined the other on stage.

A man so small
he should have been a boy
and without a match
lit a fire like a dragon.

A girl in a cage
with eyes of panic,
contorted her body,
popping limbs and snapping bones
no one saw the tears of pain.

A man who more

I'm a PoetI'm a poet.
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.

Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters

I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent

I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist

I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due

I am an artist,
but I don't always get tr

The Sky RunnerThe Sky Runner

The dream was alive, vivid, soaked in far-fetched realism,
She tells me to get out of bed and run.
I love her, oh how I love her,
So I follow.

We both knew I was dreaming, everything could be done,
But she disappears, and I am lost,
I cannot see you, or feel you, or have you
You left me alone,
But somehow, I can still smell your apple perfume
Combined with rusted steel,
Fading away in front of me,
A tall forest of savage green trees,
So I run.

I run towards you, I cannot see you, but I know where you went.

Wait for me, I shout after you,
But you don't turn around, you don't hear me,
You make me feel s

I took a pill or two or fifteenI took a pill or two or fifteen, I don't remember
I woke up and yet they still taunt

Pain runs through my body, I didn't know it would happen like this
my soul hangs from their judgement

It made me throw up a few times, blood more than once
but they told me to try again but harder

My vision went blurry, or was that just my distorted imagination?
they called me fat and vile

I couldn't breathe properly, why wont it kill me now?
and they laughed some more

My head hit the floor, I thought this was it
their game had taken me

Tonight I took an overdose
I took a pill or two or fifteen, I don't remember
I woke up and yet they still taun

Who Does She Think She Is?It's not about biology or chemistry
or psychology but how you wake
at 2 AM with ideas and words
pulling you to the doorway to find
Paper and pen in your study
instead of checking to see if
your daughter is still sleeping.

It's when she's napping you settle
between the shadows and smooth
out the crinkles in your latest work-in-progress
[it's always easier to start than finish].

It's about sacrifices, because husbands
need wives not writers. Babies need
mommies to change their diapers and
kiss their boo-boos, not women who
stare at a blank page for hours, wondering
when it will speak to her.

You have to choose between you

Sunflower KissesSunflower kisses dance across my skin
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.
Everyone gives the moon as a gift,
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.

You never were a poet
I couldn't help but laugh
at how long you probably spent
thinking

TrustTrust.

Hard to gain.
But easily lost.

The effects will always remain.
Unless we pay the cost.

Instead of abiding by t

MistakeIf only I had known that

This is what we'd become.

If I could go back,

Change what I've done.

You should know that I would.

Just look at what I've done now.

Everything is so broken.

If only I just know how,

Take back what I've spoken,

I would if I could.

But now it's too late,

The damage is done.

I took all the hate.

I want to go back to one.

Do I have to go away

Just because of one mistake?

Why couldn't it stay?

Was so much at stake?

I'm tired of pretending

There's no use of it now.

Is this really the ending?

Guess I regret it somehow.

Don't we all stumble?

Don't we all feel small?

Don't we all have trouble feeling hu

May you rest in peaceYou're gone now and away,
sleeping silently somewhere else
never speaking and always silent.

If we had talked more,
would you still be here
lying next to me in bed?

To bring you back,
I would walk five thousand miles
just like in that song that you love.

But you'll never hear music again
and we'll all be here still
just moving here through life.

And no one gets to see your smile
while your families mourns their loss
and all we have are memories.

To bring you back
I would happily take your place
in the land of the never living.

Because you're being missed,
and no one knows,
what they're going to do without you.

Sleepi

ParanoiaParanoia.

I don't want to be this way.

But I can't help but feel this way.

No matter what you do

Or what comforting words you say.

My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.

My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.

Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.

My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.

And that's why no matter how much I love you.

For some reason I will always feel cheated.

So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.

You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.

There are only so many false accusations you can take.

The

I am only happy when I cry.I am only happy when I cry.
I can only smile through the tears.
I can only laugh between shaky breaths.
I can only dance in the rain.

Trust too much and fall too hard.
Take everything to heart.
Knives, swords,
Sometimes even in my back.

I put on a mask for everyone who looks.
A mask of a happy, bubbly girl
Without a care in the world.
The mask comes off when my door closes.

My dam bursts when the mask comes off.
My smile comes out when my tears stain my cheeks.
I laugh for real when I taste salt.
I am only happy when I cry.

I've been living off pain for a few years now.
It's sick and twisted.
I never cried.
Not even at funerals.

My ches

If tomorrow I don't Wake upI wonder what would happen
If I was never to wake up
Would people even care
I wonder if a commotion would erupt

Would anyone even notice
That I wasn't alive
Would my mother even mourn me
Or could she guess that I wouldn't survive

Well I'm still not dead
But I can barely call this living
I feel like a corpse
That hasn't given up on breathing

But I wonder what would happen
If I was actually to die
Would anyone be bothered
Or care enough to cry

Maybe everyone's just used to
Me living like a corpse
So no one would be bothered
Or life change the slightest off of course

But if I would never wake up
There's no way to know what

InsanityIt is a cold cruel world,
a cold cruel heartless life,
and all I want to do is sink back into the night,
I am not excepted here,
amongst the men with countless fears,
I am not wanted here,
they have made that oh so clear,
I don't want to live a life,
where all of life is but a fright,
I can not live a life,
cowering from the light,
I sit in the shadows of my pain,
to watch the days just slip away,
shun from the world of all humane,
my heart grows colder as I go insane,

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7 Deadly Sins: GluttonyIt all tastes delicious
Each and every thing.

More of this, more of that,
Oh I definitely want a piece of that.

Food, delicious food,
Nothing ever tastes bad.

A dollop of jam, a slice of cake,
Nothing is ever enough.

It's all so good,
I need more.

The empty hole.
The never ending hunger.

I need more
More, more, more,

To fulfill,
My gluttony.

NightmareAutumnfur walked through the forest with Shadehawk, her paws barely making a sound on the soft Earth. It was so bright and peaceful, one of the most relaxing days that the two had had together. Autumnfur found herself drifting off into her own little dream world with the sounds of the woods around her. Shadehawk gently bumped her shoulder with his.

"If you keep going into la-la land, Autumnfur, you'll stay there." He said calmly. He was used to her zoning out.

"Sorry." She meowed out.

They walked for hours, enjoying each other's company and talking about random things. It was so calming, and to Autumnfur nothing could have been better if s

7 Deadly Sins: LustWith low cut dresses,
And sensual smiles,

She makes it known
That she is 'available'

She wears only revealing clothes,
Her one intention to tease.

Every man wants her.
Every girl wants to be her.

But while she is 'available'
She lets no man touch her.

She stings them along
Making false promises.

Giving out fake phone numbers,
And false names.

She is never seen in the same place twice,
Yet every man seems to have seen her.

The story is always the same though
For every man she visits

She leaves them
In a fit of lust.

7 Deadly Sins: GreedMore, more, more,
That's all he wanted

It was never enough
He needed more.

He did whatever it took,
Bargained, begged, and stole.

He had to get more though,
Everything should be his.

He was entitled to it anyway,
Those things were his.

He took everything he could,
Not thinking twice about it

He had to get everything
To fill the hole in himself.

The hole just grew though
And nothing was ever enough.

As he walked down the street,
Pocketing another possession.

He thought to himself,
'I'm just one greedy man.'

7 Deadly Sins: WrathHe clenched his fists
And took deep breaths to calm himself.

Today was not this man's day.
Everything that could have gone wrong, did.

An idiot cut him off,
His boss fired him.

He got kicked out of his apartment,
And to top it all off, his girlfriend dumped him.

The man could feel his chest boil
In anger.

All these other people
Were idiots to him.

He wanted to rid the world of them,
And leave only himself.

He tried to relax,
Only to feel more anger rise up.

He was mad at the world,
The idiotic world.

He had filled himself
With wrath.

7 Deadly Sins: EnvyShe glared at everyone that came close,
Wrapping her arms around herself.

There was another person, and another;
All of them passing by without a second glance.

But she stared at them,
Studying everyone that walked by.

Something caught her eye
A gorgeous blood red gown.

'Why can't I have that?'
She thought with a growl.

A man passed by
A beautiful watch adorning his wrist.

She growled low in her throat,
Turning away from the sight.

She kept going,
Ignoring the green eyed monster.

'Why can't I have nice things?'
She thought

'You can't because it's just who you are.'
Her thoughts answered.

'What am I then?'
She saw another

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Ice Cold Lips

by =Oilux, Oct 24, 2012, 6:05:38 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Her cold lips
pink in nature
but cold underneath.

There's no life
in those two strips of flesh.

The rest of her is hot,
but her lips are always ice.

Delilah, do you love me?

Of course I do.

Her eyes are just as cold
as her cold dead lips.

Delilah, do you love me?

...yes, I do

Her hands leave hot trails down my back
but her lips leave frost on my skin.

Delilah, do you love me?

...no....

and her cold dead lips
touched my own.

Ice Cold Lipsby =Oilux

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2012-2013 =Oilux

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~love4arts Oct 25, 2012 Student General Artist

Amazing. Paints a great picture.

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=Oilux Oct 29, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you so much!

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~silentangelawaits Oct 25, 2012 Student Artist

Breath taking i love this so descriptive and i love how you wrote this simply wonderful good job.

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=Oilux Oct 29, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you so much! Gosh everyone is so nice here.

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~silentangelawaits Oct 29, 2012 Student Artist

npz ur so welcome ^_^

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~TheLionAndTheFish Oct 25, 2012

Beautiful, I can almost feel the cold lips!

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=Oilux Oct 29, 2012 Student Writer

Really? That's so good to hear from this end!

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~TheLionAndTheFish Oct 30, 2012

Yes, really!

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~TheBloodyEpicPumpkin Oct 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

First thought: Samson and Delilah.

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=Oilux Oct 29, 2012 Student Writer

Who?

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