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ScarsStanding in the shower
Skin turning redder

I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins

Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight

The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me

I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?

UntitledSomewhere in the forest
A wolf cries to the moon
So I begin to ponder
Alone here in my room
As to what the wolf is after
When it calls out to the moon
I think I thought of something
But I fell asleep too soon.

We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the broken
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.

We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.

We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.

We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.

We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.

Let Me Carry YouHush said the angel
Don't be lonely anymore
I'm here right beside you
Like so many times before
Time and again
I'll be here to fill your heart
Tonight I'm gonna show you
We're never far apart

Hush said the angel
You can tell me like it is
'Cos I'm not here to judge you
All I offer you is this
Time and again
I'll be here to fill your dreams
Tonight I'm gonna show you
Love is closer than it seems

Let me carry you
Let me be the one
Let me carry you
I can be the one
Let me care for you
I can heal the pain until it's gone
Let me carry you so you can carry on

Let me carry you so you can carry on

Vishnui. (matsya - fish)
in the beginning, there was silver;
mercury inscribing cuneiform
beneath the bloodwork of your skewed scales,
scrawling preserver
throughout salt-drenched lungs.

and you laced clear planets into your slipstream,
wrapped solar systems in translucence.
ignoring all the shattered galaxies. ignoring
how easily their frail orbits
broke.

ii. (kurma - turtle)
your ribcage screamed a shattered warcry
of not-quite-god and less-than-human;
a shark's-tooth carapace crushed in.

forgotten names clawed out your sternum.
your spine fused into your biting back.

iii. (varaha - boar)
razor-wireless shrieked of true ta

A Delivery.i.
of course you were expecting
the delivery

ii.
slow march of the box angel
clad monotonously in
a chorus of clipboards
curdling pitch between
their pursed lips
and resounding hammers
on your door

iii.
"Dear Mr/Mrs,
the postal service regrets
to inform you,
that this delivery is
not a gift- not
to be unwrapped, no,
for you, it is only
a parcel"

iv.
you feel like mixed
salad dressing
soggy amalgamation
signing not your name
and ticking outside boxes
for nothing but
pity
is delivered to you

v.
love is a gift
you think as you hold
only a parcel

The ArtistThe Artist.

He is unknown to the world.
Off in his own little realm.
Away in his imagination.

Lost in his own mind.
Sifting through ideas.
Searching for inspiration.

Shunned by many.
Accepted by few.
Understood by none.

He is called insane.
For his works and his ways.
He knows what he is creating.

Creating beautiful scenes.
Building an imaginary character.
Making it real.

Known by no one.
Appreciated by few.
Realized by everyone.

Still AliveI've been thinking lately
How everything been changing
Contemplating mainly
On how I've been aging
Staging my life but not much
Of it is ranging
Am I still alive?
Or is my existence fading

Pull up to my house
Watching the night sky
Waiting to sober up
And get off this high
So I can feel the pain
To know I'm still alive
Looking back only one thing
Comes to mind
The good times they were
How the years
Gone by

Not a worry in the world
Till the age of reality
With the experience in life
Alters our mentality
As the loss of innocence
Becomes such a tragedy
And we all know
How bad that can be
When the age of vanity
Concea

Nearly LyricalBreaking up,
Making up,
Making out in the rain
Outside, where it's more dramatic
(Of course,
You're in pain)
How exciting and memorable,
So perfectly effable,
Except that it is
Just a bit--
A bit inevitable
This sap,
All our love,
Once sweet,
Is made so bland
Sickening beats
Overused,
Done over again
Scream aloud now
With all your mind and soul,
State your intentions,
Do leave in your goals
The audience is waiting,
Eyes on the floor--
Do them a favor,
Put on a good show
Overdone lyrics
A dull drone in my head
Once more the main subject,
Love's here till the end
Sideways on a table,
Outside in the rain,
Making out,
Making up,
Then breaking up again

I may have hurt youI may have hurt you, I probably have.
But this is a story of me, not of you,
And not of the things I have done,
To bite through your skin.

This is a story of little me,
Crumbled and broken.
Hidden by all the crap you throw,
Like knives through acid rain.

This is a story of little me,
Choking and heaving.
Trying so hard to swim, to clean,
All the oil like pain you feel.

This is a story of little me,
Frozen and stuck.
Unable to move through the words,
That form my glacier heart.

This is a story of little me,
Smouldering and burning.
My actions burning bridges as I run,
And I am flames and ashes.

This is a story of little me,
Safe and prese

A World Seen In BlackAnger, hate, feelings of despair.
Worthless degenerates whose heads are full of air.
Trash, worthless, people with no remorse.
We try and try and try, but it is useless of course.

We who are beaten down,
We who try our hardest.
The biggest hearts, the bloodiest arms.
We have the most kindness, but we are treated the worst.

Depression, Pain, the tone sounds.
Yet another night falls, our cries rebound.
The night brings terror, the dark brings fear.
We can never escape the death of which we hear.

Night is hard, our sleep is null.
Nothing we do ever brings us peace.
We curl up and cry, we curl up and die.
Regretting how we interact, how genuin

Shallow BreathsShallow breaths in the dark
On a sad summers night
Just a slow shooting star
Always trying to fly

Taking leaps into hope
That the future might change
To get caught by the ropes
That will rot into chains

Always thinking you're free
It's your life and your way
At the end of the lead
Being pulled on by fate

You're just playing along
To the game they all know
With a song that's been sung
And a seed that's been sown

smile for me, won't you?Hello, hello,
Hello, hello, oh

And I know we’re a world away
But I’d like for you to stay
And I know you’re hurting deep, inside
But I’d like you try to smile, big and wide

Because even the darkest days
Can bring out the sun
Because even in the strangest ways
Can bring out the best in someone

And no matter what,
And no matter what,
I'll try, I'll try
These words, very true
I can try, for you

And I know this is very tough,
But life's can be oh so rough
And I know my words can't make you better
But I hope maybe I can try with this letter

And no matter what,
And no matter what,
I'll try, I'll try
These words, very tr

Summer Paradiselate nights
early mornings

and here we are

we rise and set
with the sun
because the
longest days
are the best days

and here we are

flying down the
highway
windows
down, music
turned up

and here we are

camping in the woods
guitar and stories
around the campfire
down by the lake
front flips off
the dock

and here we are

girlfriends stealing
our sweaters
damn hot sun stealing
our tee-shirts
sweet cold beer stealing
our thirst

and here we are

just another
summer paradise

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Are You Like Me?

by ~spraining-spirals, Jan 11, 2013, 2:27:34 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Are you like me?
Battle stained and bloody scars
Are you like me?
Empty head and lonely heart

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*prettyflour Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Hey there,

Prettyflour here on behalf of

with the critique you requested.

For such a short poem, this packs a great punch. When I read it I feel... a profound senese of loneliness, and I think the length of the piece lends a lonely feel. As well as the question, Are you like me?

I am a big fan of an author who can say a lot with just a few words. You have certainly done so with this poem.

Overall, I think you've done a fantastic job. It makes me want to read more of your work!

~spraining-spirals Feb 25, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thank you so much! I love to be able to compress things into as few words as possible, so thank you for saying that!

I'd be really happy if you did read some other work of mine *not hinting, not hinting*

~shehrozeameen Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

My critique on behalf of #PoeticalCondition

This quatrain speaks an entire story really well. I'll give you credit for that. The reason why I put it in my fantasy collection was because I imagined it to be someone who has lived a life of their own free will, but are pushed down by circumstances beyond their control.

All in all, its a very good poem - it speaks out (in itself) about how people are simply manipulative and provocative just so that they could get their ends of the bargain, rather than be bothered about what the other person thinks.

I was wondering what you meant by the last line though - "Empty head and lonely heart" would (if I am taking this correctly) mean you are talking to the person per say. In that it is you describing their character.

Apart from that one particular change, the rest is good. Keep writing and keep posting.

~spraining-spirals Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thanks for your critique!

The poem is actually more personal than I like to admit - it's more of a question to someone, anyone, asking 'are you like me? do you feel how I feel?'
It's all a question - I am saying 'I am battle stained with bloody scars, I have a empty head and a lonely heart - do you know what that's like?'

thank you again for your comment

~shehrozeameen Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

... m'dear... I think you just hit gold with that question you asked.

think about it:

I'm battle stained with bloody scars -
I have an empty head and a lonely heart;
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT'S LIKE?!

While this work in itself is good and Its sad to know that its personal (I'm really sorry for what you had to go through) but... the question you just asked is much more stronger...

I don't know about you, but I feel it should be something you could save for your own self... Just for the record...

!TheLunarDragon Feb 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This Critique is on behalf of

This brief poem is actually quite brilliant and says so much with so little. You definitely portray a feeling of sullen loneliness without going into excruciating trivial detail with the piece. I am left with nothing to critique here. Well done!

~spraining-spirals Feb 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much!! You're so kind

!TheLunarDragon Feb 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You're very welcome!

~NATY-JAMG Feb 11, 2013 Traditional Artist

so lonely but beautifully capturing, I feel your broken heart. but believe me you are not alone broken hearted, there are alike 10 million broken hearted!!!!

~spraining-spirals Feb 11, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

it's good to know i'm not alone, bad to know that so many others feel as sad as i do

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