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To the lonely sea and the skyin the dim of twilight
I feel immortal
but I feel blue;
stardust and sun drenched
torsos

watercolor pain

like the desert misses the rain

I remember you:
a sky of smog
coasting on thin ice,
limbs tangled
around the
sextile sun and uranus

bones

dust

insomnia on the silvermoon

but I am the wayward child
and there's a hole in my soul,
so please show me

show me what the stars look like tonight.
SenescenceBefore the rain,
all the leaves are brown.

Here's to green memories -
but the tree that loves its leaves
will never know the art of aging.

You found love in our yellow room,
but winter's holding my hand;
it won't be long.

When somebody says your name for the last time,
they gently take your life.
I should write this down.holy shit I should write this down -

the bad advice kills me;
like self publish WAY before they're ready.
how can we make it better?

you don't write to get a DD;
you write something awesome and then get a DD because you're there.

you don't pay to be published.

publishing isn't the end all be all.

we're ready for you.
Clarity"Come. You be a gear right here,"
she dares and she is tempting. I admit,
enclosed worlds don't appeal to me.
I am embers on the highway.
I'll forge myself into something greater.
The harvest suits me not, so forth I'll go;
judge me not.

Show me how the sun rises.
Even in the dead of winter,
I am scorched like the Earth from the inside-out.
The heat of this nameless, godless desert is trapped within my wounds.

Follow the shuffling feet,
the bloodied shapes
like patchwork hope sewn together from someone else's sacrifice.
Unmistakable, undeniable, guilty;
but the answer will have escaped you.
With the perfect clarity of ragged eyes
all become
WishesSo many people wish upon stars.
How many secrets do they hold?
Oh, it must be over a million,
Over a billion.
Trillions at least.
I can't even imagine how many there must be.
Not one person hasn't tried it.
Great, dark skies with tiny, twinkling lights.

Stars are trusted by people.
They never tell your secrets.
And they always listen.
Rise of the sun, the disappear.
Set of the sun, they are back to hear.
What is Hallowed and CommonI don't know if I believe in love
But I sure as hell hope it doesn't find me.
I've got too much going on to worry about that.
Hell, I don't even want it.

I think.

I see all these other people moaning and groaning about it
Because they haven't found anyone yet.
They use that word for it? "Found"?
What, is it something you just stumble across without meaning to?

If that's it, love sounds pretty damn inconvenient.
I mean, you're not prepared for it.
You don't know exactly what to do with it,
the first time.

And things like that mess up everything.

Those star-eyed idiots say it isn't so.
That it's supposed to be unexpected.
Well, so is a mug
No fairI dont know why I cant be treated fairly,
Its probably because I act so nicely
That everyone never seems to worry
When I get hurt that I'll just hurry
To work to make it all better
Even though I wasnt the bed wetter.
I wasnt the one who lied or cheated
And yet I'm the one who needs to be hated.
I've given second chances to those who dont need them
But still get resented and horribly treated.
My kindness has continued to be taken for granted
So now my care has become dienchanted.
At this point I've nearly given up on my hopes,
But doing so woudle make me worse then those dopes.
Surrounded and AloneI feel surrounded by simple people
Full of lies and eyes
That seem to cripple,
My feelings my hopes my dreams and such
Are always forgoten no matter how much,
Work I do to help so many
While they see fit not to do any,
Thing to help me in my troubles
But instead just let me grow my stubble,
Of worry and sadness which I dont cut
Because whats the point when treated like a mutt,
A dog an animal a worthless beast
Who seeks nothing but affection and worth at least,
Some people are better and work with me still
Instead of deciding I'm easier to kill,
Cruelly gruesomely and without remorse
While still I try to fix whats worse,
Than before and conti
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~piefaceisthebest Jul 5, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
realy emotional :0
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!TheFlamesBurn Sep 11, 2008
this is good - very very good
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~CrackedCupcake Jun 13, 2005
Wow! Wow! This is so amazing! Stunning, just stunning...
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~xbrokenmindx Nov 2, 2003
beautiful. it screams emotion.
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~weirderraindrop Sep 19, 2003
I love that, it's beautiful, utterly beautiful. That's exactly the feeling I've felt so many times, great job.
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~lionwolfenganger Apr 26, 2003
I hate it.


Because it's, sick, sad, depressing and realistic.
This is mostly about waist, loss and perversion, am I supposed to like these things?


Talented
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~weirderraindrop Sep 19, 2003
If you hated it so much...it's pretty useless to make a comment on it don't you think? If you don't like something on Deviantart, then why are you looking at it and taking the time out of your day to make such a comment?
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~lionwolfenganger Sep 21, 2003
Maybe, weirderraindrop, if you understood the art and poem, then you would understand the hurt. If you enjoy in the presence of her pain, than she (as she states in her poem) is suffering for your selfish attention. Nobody wants their hurt to be loved. just

Understood.
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~weirderraindrop Sep 21, 2003
That really doesn't say much as to why you commented on her piece in the first place, if you didn't like it so much. If you wanted her to see some kind of hidden message in your text, perhaps you should've put in your original comment what you put in your reply to me. You should look at her piece from both sides, might she be expressing her pain rather than wanting people to love it? It's the same thing with songs, Evanescence for example, showing somebody that in most cases they're not the only one that feels a certain way. One more thing, I do understand those feelings that are presented in that piece, and I am one of those people who enjoy expressing their emotions, which you obviously aren't because you don't understand that there can be two takes on a work of art.
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~lionwolfenganger Sep 22, 2003
Just don't "two takes" it with a grain of salt.


Let pain never be appetizing.
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