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The Irony of HumanityWe'd risk our lives for the hope of saving another
We'd endure the pain for the chance to spare another
We would risk
Broken hearts,
Sacrificed souls,
And lost minds
For the love of our chosen one.

Yet some battle, scream and fight
To earn that small but coveted right
Of living amongst those they love,
Not at the mercy of those they hate.

So often we labor, struggle and fail,
Enduring the storm's vi'lent gale
To hold onto the love we hold so dear,
Only to fall short and watch it all disappear.

We lose it all –
Broken hearts,

What if?If life as we know it ended today, would you fall to your knees and begin to pray?

Or try and make amends for sins of before, and hope it will lead you to heavens door.

Or would you act like you don't want to know, and hope it's all just a show?

Would you hold your love ones tight, or do something crazy on the last night?

But if it's going to end today, do you even have time to say,

Sorry for all your wrongs, or just tell them what you thought all along.

Even the ones who believed it was true, will be shocked that it actually came through.

So in the end there's not much to say, it's the end of the world.

Have a nice day.

Shh. (Extension II)Shh, to hear the silent scream
of the girl you used to be.

Don't blink; she'll flash before your eyes.
To let her escape would not be wise.

She's a monster, built of tears and pain.
She'll rip at your soul till no joy remains.

She's out of control, a tangled mess,
Screaming for sorrow, for pain, distress.

It's imperative to keep her locked in cage,
Sealed with your agony, your accumulated rage.

Remember: she'll hurt them, too,
the ones who mean so much to you.

For however you choose to lock her away,
She will demand of you what you cannot pay.

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,

Audience of OneSitting down in the ergonomic chair,
I smile at him and say, “Go on and play.”
He smiles back, staying still, just standing there,
Then lifts his bow and the song’s underway.

The bow pulls across the strings, making tunes,
To which there is not a comparison,
A melody of the glowing full moon,
The stars shining bright that envy the sun.

I close my eyes and listen to the song,
Hearing sounds of honor and glory,
I can imagine an enormous throng,
Listening as the song tells a story.

The song ends and I am left in sheer awe,
He chuckles and lowers the viola.

I Am AddictionI’m past it,
Don’t need it,
Don’t want it,
But what am I without it?
It’s still part of me,
Tattooed for all to see;
Little lines of pain,
Worming into my brain.
My only friend,
Will be my sweet end.
I need definition,
What makes me myself?
I want to be put on a shelf;
Just define me by my actions,
My scars, my abstractions.
Show me who I am,
Who you want me to be,
Hate me,
Love me,
Save me,
Kill me;
Make me
Me.
My old comfort,
My old joy,
Red itching scratch,
And the sentiment I attach,
Dragging me down
And making me fly;
Making me laugh
And making me cry.
Is it addiction?
Is it compulsion?
Is it wrong?
I know it’s not right,
But if I ended it tonight,
Would it really matter?
I’ll never be past it,
Always need it,
Always want it,
Because what am I without it?

What is Life?"What is life without hope?"

She lay awake, staring up at the stars.

"What is life without dreams?"

They twinkled and shone, far above her grasp.

"What is life without love?"

Surrounding them, blocking their shine from her sight, was a rotted, broken roof.

"What is life?"

She turned to her side, before silent tears could blur the stars.

Life is surviving so you can dream, hope, and love.

BaskingWARNING: Contains sensitive material for those uncomfortable with or unapproving of same sex couples.
Marshmallows. Fluffy treats that bring back so many memories of a time trapped between the pavement of childhood, trying to step off the sidewalk where she stood stagnant, aching for adultdom…Nine years later, her lips still quirk as she reminisces finding the stoplight that inspired—more like forced—her to take that last stride towards the other side of the street.

Tangerine dresses fluttered around her, interspersed with the occasional olive or eggplant flair. She sighed at how unimaginative her classmates were…a

Our Last ChanceIf the world turned its back on us
and God chose to resign
I would find a way to show you
that you always have been mine

As mountains fall into the Earth
and lives are ground to dust
I will bury words within your skin
while deflecting your disgust

Fires render oceans dry,
bodies in their wake,
You and I alone remain
with one frail chance to take

Toppled buildings, shattered glass,
the last rain we'll ever see,
but your fear of us cuts deeper
than all the sky hurls down at me

So when the world comes to halt
and pitches one last fit
whether in this life or not,
we will make it.

war to meI lay in the field dead, and dazed
And every man begins to decay,
the stench of there guts fill my lungs where I lay,
I am ready to die today,
I close my eyes as I begin to sleep,
but then I move and can not see,
the enemies, they are taking my,
along with some other casualty,
they pump some fluid threw what's left of me,
they do the same with my other fiends,
I know what there doing, its not hard to see,
we are there ginny pigs for some evil deed,
I scream expressing agonizing pain,
my fellow brothers do the same,
and one by one they slip away,
leaving me to play this game,
another needle they stick me with,
I close my eyes, and begin to drift,
I can not move my body like this,
I stop fighting, I'm doomed to this,
I'm wide awake though I should not be,
they think I'm sleeping, but that's not me,
they proceed with the surgery, I feel every piece
Of pain that runs threw every inch of thee,
I look back at those brutal days,
the bodies of my men, in the water they stay,
I look in the mirr

Her PainI've seen her happy
I've seen her sad
I've seen her tired
I've seen her mad.
But this is the first time I've seen her
In so much pain, like a little girl
Instead of the strong woman I know.
A patient
I'm not a nurse yet,
It's too soon.

It's making me hate 'what if's'
And 'should have's' because they're all that are running through my mind
Running through my mind, making me cry
Uselessly, she's in pain
And I can't do a thing but cry.

I've seen her laugh
I've seen her yell
I've seen her sigh
And now I've seen her cry and sob in pain
As I try to comfort her,
My mother.

For My ClassWhat use are words and language at all when
what you want to say cannot be expressed?
What use are tongue and tone and look when the
emotions that are so important are
locked up tight in a heavy heart? My heart
is heavy with the words that cannot be
spoken, and my soul is burdened with the
emotions that can't be expressed. the mem'ries
and experiences flash before me
like a man on the verge of death, and the
grief swells my chest when I remember that
those times, that laughter, those moments are o'er.
All are but memories, a loss to mourn!
Why must all such good things come to an end?
Why must time be so constant, distant, cold
and unforgivin

WaitingWords that will never reach your ears,
are the true thoughts that I want you to hear.

How are you doing? I hope your well!
Just not knowing gives me hell.

As I look back at messages from the past,
I just wish that time didn't move on so fast.

I bet your doing all the great things you do,
But it would be nice to hear from you.

But good things come to those who wait,
But waiting is the part I hate.

I Never Said I Was OrdinaryYou look at me as if there are stars in my eyes
Blinding you with an unknown brilliance
At least, unknown to me

You say I don’t know it, but that I am wise
And I push you to the limits of resilience
Though I am too far gone to see

You say the glimmer in my heart
Shows itself in my written art
Yet I can’t see what it is I write
Though my mind takes flight

For though you see an innate beauty in me
I only see what my eyes perceive
If that is truth, then so be it

I see only the world in its reality
With all the pain of humanity it can conceive
And the fleeting beauty in it

My mind roams amongst the sea mist
Floating like a bird o

A Sterile GraveOne hospital bed
Filled with blank eyes, leaving marks
On pristine white walls

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Drowning

by *MistressofQuills, Oct 10, 2012, 9:08:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Drowning in misery,
I'm suddenly struck by depression…
down in the depths of sorrow and guilt,
unable to forget or let go.

Drowning, helpless,
falling, groping into the darkness,
a demon waiting at the bottom…
Unable to breathe, I can only die.

Drowning without you,
so far gone I can't remember your voice…
It hurts, damnit, it hurts!
I can't see, but I can hear your laugh…

Drowning, I reach out,
but you're too far away…
No longer in contact, I feel it's been forever.
Unable to talk… will we ever again?

Drowning, the fear choking me…
you are my air, my dear.
Don't forget me, don't let go,
my eyes strain to see your face.

Drowning, I'm so cold…
bones and blood tingling,
ice shimmering over my eyes…
You're the only one who can warm my heart.

Drowningby *MistressofQuills

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

just word vomit...

only, it's from the heart, not the stomach.

unedited for now

*edited: 10/28/12

Critique by =EclecticQuill Oct 11, 2012, 6:18:44 AM

In terms of vision, the poem starts off well, touching on several aspects of the theme, but ultimately fails to live up to its early promise; perhaps due to the brevity of the piece.
The primary imagery is a little cliche, with drowning being a massively overused image when dealing with negative emotion. However the inclusion of inner monologue, as opposed to first person narration, does add a certain originality to the piece.
The poem is well written, with the primary imagery well maintained throughout. The 4 line stanzas are well used, each making a succinct statement. The repetition works well to thread the stanzas together, without becoming tediously repetitive.
In terms of impact, the poem doesn't jump up and shake you by the senses. But it does inspire a sense of empathy, and in a poem of this style, that is more important.
Overall, this poem has its failings and isn't perfect, but I like it, and enjoyed reading it. And if you can say that about a poem, what else really matters?.

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=EclecticQuill Oct 11, 2012 Professional Writer

I like this.

*MistressofQuills Oct 11, 2012 Student Writer

thank you!

=EclecticQuill Oct 12, 2012 Professional Writer

No worries

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