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Leave.Leave me alone!
Is that so hard to do?!
You don’t care about my feelings,
They are nothing to you!

What have I done wrong?
I just want you to leave,
You hurt me more and more,
So how can I believe?

Your words mean nothing,
Your apologies are fake,
Just stay away from me!
How much pain can I take?!

You got what you want,
But what about me?
I only want one thing,
I want to be free!

I can’t take it anymore!
Every night and day,
You just refuse to leave,
So at least stay away!

Tears don't bring the dead back to lifeIt's shadow times and sunken lives
in a grave of mud and flesh remains
they've killed many souls with bloody knives
and weaved their ladders out of veins.
"Away!" they shout when death has cried
and off they run, away from pride.
"Away!" they scream when death has blown
so off they go, when blood has flown.
Then there's the boom of drums and trumpets
wail. Men fall to graves; they've pain their debts.
There's rust in bones, and tears at home
And strange lost love that walks alone.
There's a pretty, kind lady looking out the window
little does she know that now she's a widow.
And the little young boy who sleeps in her arms
had just lost a father down by the dams.
A beautiful girl lies beneath the pine trees,
staring at the skies and all what she sees
is the bright red sun, bleeding on the horizon
the girl shuts her eyes and death brings her ease.
Once an old man had a wonderful family
who lived on the other five chairs around
the kids would play and jump so cheerily
filling a quie

Plenty of TimeThere's still plenty of time
She said to the wind
And the wind whispered back
Not for those who have sinned;
Not for those who cry
In the deep of the night,
Not for those who die
In the darkest of light.

There's still plenty of time
She laughed to the boy
But he didn't laugh back
For he found no joy;
Not for those who slave
Through the long, hard days,
Not for those who pave
The path for your ways.

There's still plenty of time
She sighed to the moon;
The moon knew there wasn't
When you're filled with gloom;
Dear girl you must learn
Time's not what you think,
What you get, you must earn
When your life's on the brink.

There's still plenty of

Society is Screaming Society is screaming so loud, I can hear it internally
Inside my mind, bouncing off the boundaries
All the dishonor, poverty, lies and disgust sound eternally
I tell the world, warn them of this coming storm, they tell me it's imaginary

The ones who are here to help, they lie through their teeth and lungs
Lock me in, "fixing" me up, sending my mind reeling
Defiantly I fight, bare arms and legs, as they fill me with drugs
They've sent me so far from home, I'm so numb, I can't even feel my feelings

My mind is overflowing with images I don't own
I remain silent, let them believe it's working
Moving slowly through this twisted life

Teach me how to smile.I miss you more everyday
Like the sun misses the moon
and dream of the Eclipse
that brings me closer to you

It's torture being without you
Like soil without the rain
Your love fills me with peace
That gently massages my brain

Trying to forget you
Is like trying to swim upstream
If I even had the strength to do it
I wouldn't have the will to leave

Being in love with you though
Is like peacefully falling asleep
I need no longer to have a dream
Cause you're already with me

So hold your hand in mine
One more kiss before goodbyes
I'll always wait for you
because you taught me how to smile.

The Reason whyArguing again
It's all we ever did
Could've been over anything
Even someone else's kid.

Well today I was tired of it
Screaming for no reason
So with a slam of the door
I was off to enjoy the season

The beginning of spring
So the air felt so right
My mind was finally at peace
And time flew right on by

Then a sudden burst of reality
Came in the form of vibration
Checked the caller ID, it was her
Trying to ruin my calm sensation

Straight to voice-mail she goes
If she needed me she wouldn't have let me leave
Now it's back to my sweet nature
Oh how much I enjoy the breeze

Not even five minutes later
My phone's going off again
Can't she tell t

So You Know She's Alive She's gorgeous, pure mind, embodiment
Her future, paved in the cement

She laughs, so beautiful
A shaky breath, so wonderful

That was what she was,
But all that's turned to dust

On the outside, she doesn't seem bent
Still the same case, but what's become of it's contents?

Don't be fooled by what you see
On the inside, she may be ugly
Nothing left but the will to breathe

Sweet smiles, valentines
Heart cracks, with the stroke of time
Nothing left, her home is a lie
Wounded hopes, a dream that has died

Only a breath, so you know she's alive

my english homeworkFallen angel wondering forevermore
Black winged angel flying nevermore
My guardian angel wondering in the abyss
I wish I did not miss

My guardian angel forever more
Haunting me to the core
Making me go insane
Forever in pain

Wondering soullessly
Immortality loneliness
Crimson stains
Of my eternal pains

Leaving my emotions behind
My love denied
Abandoned for life
Waiting for my knife

To redeem my self
My inner self
Living in my own despair
Wanting to repair

Why do you?Why are you crying my dear?
Why is your beautiful face full of fright?
Please hand me the knife my dear.
I want to see you live through this night.

Why are you sad my love?
Why are you hiding from me?
Please don't hide because they called you queer.
I can't be happy if you can't be.

Why are you hurt my friend?
Why are you bleeding out?
Please tell me what he did my friend.
I will stop him without any doubt.

Why are you so small sister?
Why don't you eat?
Please tell me what you see.
I don't want you to give up to this in defeat.

Why are you drunk brother?
Why do you drown yourself like this?
Please don't do this to yourself.
She wasn't wo

To Be RevealedAnd what is there, lying beyond your mind?
A gracious greeting, or death warrant, signed?

When your sun is settling down on western sands,
Who will await you, stretching out their hands?

Are they holding your heart with reverence due,
or a knife, with which to strike straight through?

At the end of that hallway, what blocks your descent?
A saintly soul, or sins to repent?

In every tunnel, there are doors to inspect.
Some to show the future, others to reflect.

No one door, to paradise, leads.
No one road to bear the swiftest of steeds.

Yet, to Hell, there is no certainty still,
Mountains can't be climbed when there is no hill.

And so, d

Dear FutureDear future,
Am I merely a voice, left far in the past?
Where the sun once shone
Where I once laughed
Where the rain of my eyes
Poured down on my lap
Turned my face scarlet
And melted my mask

Dear future,
Does the sky still look the same?
Its brilliant blue
Screaming my name
Lending me wings so that I may fly
Pulling my feathers
And watching me die
Heartbroken, and crumpled upon the ground
Breathing faint words
In gasping sounds
Does its beauty still torture me so?
Please, dear future, I yearn to know

Am I merely the words from some distant shore?
Am I a memory, or something more?
Does the snow fall when the sun goes missing
Or does it mere

Raw Hours (Part I)I’ve never had so much power pounding through my veins;
A deadly fire in which I’m battling the desire to hold it all contained.
Each beat of my heart sends these needles showering through my being.
Each fraction of the second I feel me rising from this sinking.

And this energy, this chaos surging within me,
It shakes me, burns me, leaves me barely breathing.
I’m trembling, its raging, it tries to claim my soul.
Im battling and clinging, like dangerous thunder, through my bones it rolls.

Over flowing, bursting, bubbling over. This feeling spilling, rushing through my whole.
This rush, this agony, this surging, attempt at

The sourdine To R.S.

I shall remember you with grief
Under the sourdine of pouring rain;
And the flimsy heart of my belief
Shall urge your hand to ease the dire pain.

It's what will hem my foggy visions,
While wandering the tranquil darkness.
It's what will limn the wicked prison's
Walls, reminiscing my dream's artist.

And now, deep within the cold grey maze,
Snow is piling up below my feet
And my eyes are closed by blackened haze;

And now, I seek a smile, be it brief,
Be it not for me. But, please embrace:
I shall remember you with grief...

Unexpected Love.Traveling the world,
Searching for the one,
Looking day and night,
Seems like love is gone.

Walking all over,
From side to side,
Trying to find her,
Where could she hide?

Walking on a road,
On the same old track,
She was there all along,
Right behind my back.

UncertaintyIt feels like falling from great heights
Or running towards endless nights
As if standing alone in blinding lights
Or being chased by grand knights

It feels like melting ice cold fire
Or knowing the secret of the liar
As if whishing to be someplace higher
Or having nothing when need is dire

It feels like losing something rare
Or searching through a haunted lair
As if breathing deeply rotten air
Or being treated unfairly fair

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And in my dreams we dance away,
As sugar plums and crackers play,
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The center to which I have lead.

In this moment all is complete,
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so why not write,
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He's not happy either.
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by =smartboyathome, Feb 11, 2012, 9:02:39 AM
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I arrive to,
A gathering,
Where I know none,
And none know me.

I sit alone,
Invisible,
As they walk by,
Having fun.

I grin at them,
And they ignore,
Figuring that
I'll find others.

Finally one,
Decides to speak,
And I act weird,
And they do leave.

Shyness invades,
And I shrink back,
I feel alone,
I feel alone.

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How I normally feel in gatherings where I literally know no one.

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*Dijikuru2525 Jul 10, 2012 Professional Artist

[link] <---made me think of this little gem from the 80s.

I completely understand though. Everyone assumes that because I'm a performer--a singer no less--I should be extroverted. The truth is I'm really not. I'm an introvert who's good at acting. I'm naturally a salesman, an actor. I don't really connect with most people on the level that it appears. I hate parties, hate meeting a bunch of new people, hate joining clubs, bands, etc. If I get used to the people involved they'll be my best friends for life. If I don't, I'll just feel awkward, participating in a charade to gain experience and social acceptance.

Keep your chin up, babe. We all feel the same way at one point or another.

*cookienoe Feb 13, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

i know how you feel on that one, i've always been an outcast even by my so-called-friends who later i found out they've told rumors behind my back saying false things about me that left me even more left out then i already was. This person later on left the school for a new one, and all that was left was a rumor about me and my sexual orientation- of which was false and made other people look at me as if i was some kind of lesbian monster- good thing i know i had real friends around who really know me for who i was like maggie and alia. i still hang my head when i walked pass strangers hoping they wont look at me like everyone else did- but i still seem to smile, hoping people see i'm not what i seem to be

=smartboyathome Feb 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well, you were lucky to have them. I was not so lucky to have people like that, so I am more alone now than most people. Is it so much to ask for someone I could hang out with sometimes? x_x

*cookienoe Feb 16, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

it's always better asking then not asking at all, no means no and if it's a maybe then that might mean they'll go home and think about it- and even if it's a no they'll think about it and might say yes net time. but really, asking isn't bothering, if you can get along with someone then asking to hang out is normal- so don't be afraid to ask

=smartboyathome Feb 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Eh I'll always be afraid to ask. I get embarrassed and shy too much as it is. >.<

~Gallagher1454 Feb 11, 2012

You have a lot of company in that department. In all of high school, I was invited to only one party. I spoke to only 2 people while I was there and was home again a few hours later. Nothing much has changed since. Any more than 3 or 4 people, even if I know them, and I withdraw into myself.

I have always been certain that the ability to interact in those kinds of mass social environments is the ability to act very shallow. Not that all people who can handle those situation are shallow people, just the ability to interact on a purely superificial level, since one has to move and mingle with so many different people and types of people. When I meet someone who is equally bad at these events as me, I find it is usually because they want something more personal, something deeper.

=smartboyathome Feb 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well, at least you had the opportunity for those social interactions. I never did because I was homeschooled throughout high school. That meant I literally worked at home with no interaction with anyone else except for sometimes a couple hours a week when chess club was running. Now a Junior in college at only 18, I find myself longing for someone I can say I can hang out after a class with at some restaurant or do something similar with... and I do not... not even after a year and a half...

~Gallagher1454 Feb 11, 2012

I have noticed that about a lot of home schooled people. As kids they lacked that extensive social interaction with their peers.

While that exempted you from the drama, it also left you somewhat unprepared for all the rest of it. Are you in college near home? or away in a residence/place of your own?

=smartboyathome Feb 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I live an hour and a half away from my parents, so it's not that far but still far enough that I stay by myself in the dorms (I have no roommates due to a medical reason). And yeah, it really did, and to top it all off I never got to do any of the freshman things to get me oriented to college life because I technically came in as a sophomore due to all the classes I took at my local community college. To top it all off, I'm only 18 years old and a Junior, which means I am more likely to miss my one shot at getting a good job and instead becoming a lowly janitor or something because I'm too green. x_x

~Gallagher1454 Feb 12, 2012

What is your major? Do you work during summer breaks? There are a lot of programmes here (Canada) which actively recruit undergraduate students for summer placements which almost guarantees a position after graduation.

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