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Together Yet AloneBye bye, baby. Bye bye, Mommy loves you. Bye bye. Be good, okay? Be good up in Heaven, where I can’t be with you. Bye bye, okay? Bye bye. Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you.

Bye bye, Mommy. Bye bye, I love you. Bye bye. Keep loving, alright? Even if it’s not me, love someone. Bye bye, alright? Bye bye. Baby loves you. Baby loves you…

Baby, even if I never got to name you, or kiss you, or hold you, know I loved you, okay? Please realize I love you!

Mommy, even though I caused you pain, and never saw your face, and never met you once, please know that you’re my favorite alright? You’re my favorite!

I fear I’ve ma
ButterflyButterflies
Flutter by
Softly whisper
Slowly die

Colors vibrant
On their wings
Flight so delicate
Without a cry

Catch them
Kill them
Take their wings!

Why should they fly,
Those useless things?

Smash them!
Crush them!
Slay them all!

Watch them flutter from flower to leaf
Gaze on as they go on without a care
Jealous
Angry

Wishing for beauty
Wanting for flight

Butterflies
Flutter by
Softly whisper...
Slowly die…
The Joys of CampingParents grumpy
In the morning.
Looking tousled,
Very tired.
Children shrill,
Very loud:
Annoy the grownups
With their sound.
The day after yesterdayThe day after yesterday

Yesterday I supposed to live in a dream.
Yesterday I supposed to have sweet dreams.
Yesterday you stole my heart in a second.
The day after yesterday  you broke my heart in a second.
Is this what they call love?I only saw you for a second...
But it felt like hours
I was lost in your brown eyes...
Your smile made my heart beat faster...
You let me forger the world around me...
Only you and me for a moment...
Is this what they call love?
Every timeEvery time I have those wings of happiness,
You cut them of and let me fall.

Every time I have a tiny spark of hope,
You blew it out and leave me in the darkness.

Every time I'm happy,
You make me said.

And you do it over and over again.
A friendship with no happy endDo you remember?
When you said to me: "Best Friends Forever"?
But now I know, this friendship won't last forever.

Yeah we had a good time.
But then you met that other girl.
Your new best friend.
And the start of our end?

Is it because she's funnier than me?
I can feel that the distance between us is getting longer.
I try to reach you but you push me away from me.

First I thought it was my fault.
But now I know better.
I was stupid then, begging for your friendship.
When you let me fall.
Trying to save our friendship, when it was already over.

I have no regrets of our friendship.
And you?
Only the end taste bitter.
But I know
Hello strangerHello stranger
You're nice to me
But I barely know you
So can I call you really a friend?
Maybe I will meet you on a day
But then I'm sure I don't know what to say
Maybe I will start with that I said to you when we met
Hello stranger, how are you?

Hello stranger
We talk about stuff
But I don't know how you look like
Are you small, big,...
I don't know
But when I'm down and I talk to you
I feel a lot better
So how do you look like doesn't matter
When we will meet on a day
I will be thinking
How is this conversation gonna end?
Maybe with
Hello stranger, have a nice day

Hello stranger
Nice to meet you ag
Her true facesEverybody wants to know her
Everybody wants to be friends with her
But they don't know her
They don't know her true faces
She can be nice as a teddy bear
She can be the best friend were you dreamed of
But they don't know that
She can be so annoying
She only thinks about herself
She always wants to get what she wants, no matter what
So I'm not so sure if I want to know her
So I'm not so sure if I want to be friends with her
If I knew her true faces...
6K- A poemIt's done.
It's over.
The thing in my chest.
The thing that beats
hard into my breast.
The thing has gone.
The thing has died.
That thing is where my
heart resides.

It fell.
It crippled,
burned to a crisp.
Dead throughout the entire
abyss.
The cavity where
it used to be,
cannot be filled
by anyone but me.
It's empty
hallow,
nothing more than a shell
Despised by all
and hated in hell.
but throughout the years
it's gone into the light.
so that one day
it will be filled with might.
a poemAs i look down
From up above
I take a look
At those I love

Not realizing that
I was truly missed
And only thinking
Of the one i last kissed

Remembering the day
I took my last breath
Asking myself
"Why did i choose death?"

I still cant believe
That so many would cry
All because i
Decided to die

But i couldn't take the misery
In which i was in for so long
Telling myself
That my death wasn't wrong

I realize now
The penalty of my mistake
All those that now cry,
And all those i forsake

I'm sorry to say
That i cant reverse time
So just face the fact
That i left in my prime...
PoemI smell the night, so bracing and clean.
While the moon radiates a silvery sheen.

Inside the people laugh as they dwell.
I stay behind my mask, inside my shell.

I lie in wait, in wait, in wait.
For the coming of that which I most hate.

What do you wait for? They say.
I whisper so harshly: The coming of day.

But you hate light! They exclaim worriedly.
Yes, I reply. Exactly.

I lie in wait for the sun so I may hide.
So I may scurry back inside.

To my land of drawn curtains and the single closed door.
Away from it and our great war.

They wonder why I say I can smell the night.
With its glistening stars and its pale moonlight.

But
BITTER FATE OF DEATHHow bitter is fate as cold breath escapes my lips,
Seared with black hatred like a burning crucifix.
A fire that would burn through the eternity's hence,
A tale of murder/suicide to keep you in suspense.
Just until the last page all is then revealed,
As we finally find out how my fate was sealed.
Written sickly in blood, dark red with desire,
Ending slowly and painfully on a funeral pyre.
Shunned from the light of the shining grace,
Me and my wicked smile on my twisted face.
To break nay to shatter like none other before,
A beating heart scorned; that bitch, that whore.
Love, true testament to being strung up in a lie,
Hanging by
Childhood FantasiesRiza Hawkeye stood on the low bluff, overlooking the path they had so recently vacated. The path back to Central. It was a little-used back road, one no one really used anymore after the Central Roads were formed early last decade, but it still needed guarding. One never knew.

Hayate snoozed fitfully on the ground nearby, back leg twitching sporadically, perhaps dreaming of rabbits. She smiled. Darn mutt.

The crunching of boot heels over dry leaves and twigs announced the presence of some one behind her, and her head turned the slightest fraction of an inch to examine the intruder. Ah: Colonel Mustang.

“Any trouble?” he asked non
Sins
A red liquid

All over my bed

Her hands chained

Her toes cut off

Her sins

Became fatal

Tortured every hour

Every day

A small cut in her cheek

Another one in her stomach

Like I was possessed

By a demon

It was her own fault

She dumped me

She'll pay

Just like the others did

A cut in her breast

Angry as hell

The knife going in further

Untill she was gone
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Let me sleep...
Let me sleep from now on...
So I can escape from the reality...
So I can escape from my sorrow..
So I can escape from those people...
Let me escape...
Let me escape...
Let me dream...
Of a life without sorrow...
Of a life without loneliness...
Of a life how it should be...
Let me dream...
Let me dream...
And wake me up when this nightmare is over...
And say everything is going to be ok.
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A poem I wrote a few days ago.
It's how about I feel now for a couple of months...
No I'm not depressed! I just have my ups and downs...

When I typed this on the computer I changed a bit of my poem, but now I don't now what is the best. But I decided to upload my second (and much shorter) version.

Please comment!:thanks:
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Mood: Sympathy ~DamienFang Mar 11, 2010
Awesome !
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~DuoD123 Jan 24, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
this'd make a great song!
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~Atnarivik Jan 23, 2009
omg you write great poems! :)
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~waterwitchgirl Jan 23, 2009
:blush: Thank you!
:hug:
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~Atnarivik Jan 23, 2009
you're welcome! :hug:
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~waterwitchgirl Jan 23, 2009
:hug:
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=paintedbluerose Jan 21, 2009  Student Writer
Oh, it's very nice! =D I like the feelings in it. Funny thing, it reminds me of something I wanted to write-only mine is a bit darker. :blush:
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~waterwitchgirl Jan 21, 2009
mmm...maybe you should upload it...
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=paintedbluerose Jan 21, 2009  Student Writer
I'm thinking of it...
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~waterwitchgirl Jan 21, 2009
You should do it! :nod:
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