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MistakeIf only I had known that

This is what we'd become.

If I could go back,

Change what I've done.

You should know that I would.

Just look at what I've done now.

Everything is so broken.

If only I just know how,

Take back what I've spoken,

I would if I could.

But now it's too late,

The damage is done.

I took all the hate.

I want to go back to one.

Do I have to go away

Just because of one mistake?

Why couldn't it stay?

Was so much at stake?

I'm tired of pretending

There's no use of it now.

Is this really the ending?

Guess I regret it somehow.

Don't we all stumble?

Don't we all feel small?

Don't we all have trouble feeling hu

Mommy DearestMommy Dearest,
Mommy Dearest,
What did I do?
You hate me,
And I hate you.
Mommy Dearest,
Mommy Dearest,
What don't you know?
There's blood, so much blood,
From my wrists it flows.
Mommy Dearest,
Mommy Dearest,
What didn't you hear?
I was screaming in pain,
But all you did was leer.
Mommy Dearest,
Mommy Dearest,
Why can't you see?
I'm dead and dying,
With a heart full of misery.
Mommy Dearest,
Mommy Dearest,
I know you can tell.
I'm waiting for you,
In the deepest part of Hell.

Bitter sweetThe feeling that you can never die
That nothing bad can never happen to any of you
Is nothing but a convenient lie
To defend yourself from the impact of truth

But the truth is and open hearted gentleman
He doesn't like to deceive anyone, you're not an exception
The truth is that there is only a thing to gain
It is the way towards the end of an action

The mind is blind, it ignores and fools
Even the facts essential to know
It defends itself from the pain of the words
And blocks the heart, which becomes cold as a snow

The words that we don't hear, those important ones
Stay within our beings, no matter how fast we run
Those silent whispers

Cancer has no refereeHad I known
To wish this year
I'd have wished
You could stay here.

You locked horns with Cancer
Despite your battle to be free
Glory days turned sad days
Cancer has no referee.

You beautiful woman
Your life taken in vain.
At least your at rest now
No more memories consumed by pain.

My Story of FallingThey caught me off guard,
My façade was down,
There was nothing I could say,
That would change what they thought.

They knew now,
They knew how I felt,
It was plastered on my face,
The sorrow,
Mixed with pure insanity.

It all happened so quickly,
They sent me away,
Hoping I might change,
But they knew,
They knew I wouldn't,
I couldn't.

It was too late,
I had already lost it,
Lost everything.

So I became one of them,
The people I once despised,
I joined them,
I watched as we drained the colour,
Turning everything to our perfection.

I saw more people changed,
Their eyes so dull,
So cold,
Just.
Like.
Mine.

So thi

RevisionBeauty comes
three times over.
Once from the soul,
second from the heart,
third from the mind,
and this we call revision.

Sin CityA city on fire
Of thunder and lightening
The bass and the big screens
Silhouettes of the palm trees
Tall heels under weak knees
Fools follow false dreams
Like sheep.

Mind, Body, and SoulHere

Mind, body and soul
All there but just barely
everything still fits
but it's like puzzle pieces
I'm not sure where they're all supposed to go

Here

Mind and body
soul left when everything went spiraling out of control
not being able to keep up with the new twist and turns
so leaving me was the only option

Here

Body
mind was getting exhausted
with soul gone there wasn't anything left to care about
hopes were only plexiglass windows
you can see what could be but just can't reach it
now I'm walking aimlessly from place to place

Here

Alone
body couldn't make it
too many pieces of this puzzle were missing
with no soul to

Silence.When the silence comes
we will be called the contemplators,
originators but never innovators.
We will serenade ourselves at night
with the arabesque pinwheels
of the unquantifiable, and the inescapably
abstract pooling behind
closed eyelids.

Abstract and abstruse.
It's in our nature –
we are the tawny wings
pasted on scrawny and thick
bodies, waiting for anyone to turn
on the lamp and suck us in.
We hope for heaven,
and only get burned.

But when it comes
we'll be waiting. We were never
outspoken – listeners,
not storytellers, because no one
ever wants our stories.
We're the ones left behind
but left intact

Vikings virtueA man of virtue is beset,
by fates that detest haste.
Walls of rock surround his path,
his retreat beaten by waves of foam.

He struggles forward,
perils he must now face.
With limp or shiver,
he forever marches homebound.

A pilgrim housed in foreign lands,
covered in sheets of snow.
Fur lined boots trample,
where men dare not travel.

A search for home,
in the lands of legends.
Amid giants of frost he goes,
Viking of Thor.

time and time againI will stand and bear this,
wave by wave as the sea turns me into fine sand on a receding beach,
I will stand by, whether you want me to or not,
I will stand and bear this,
time and time again
for time is the only thing that forgives action
and the only thing that forgets words.

Hey, I'm still aliveHey, I'm still alive
My hearts still beats on
I'm not dead, just simply
not doing anything
I'm just moving through life
without much motion
without a care
Why should I care?
Everything ends anyway
Just don't bury me
I may come back
I may

World of Wings: Holding Back the Rain Chapter 2Chapter 2
Tunnel Gangs
Trace and Jason took one look at each other. Then they ran. The water splashed around them as they ran. Trace looked back, his heart hammering. Two men had rounded the corner. Tattoos were all over their bare chests. They swirling symbols of white marked them as the Krans. Angels followed behind them. They almost entirely controlled District X. One of them raised a handgun. It looked cobbled together like most of the gang's weapons. A shot was fired. The bullet sped past Trace's ear, embedding itself in the stone wall. The sound of the gun was deafening, echoing throughout the tunnel. Trace ignored the ring

How it isCooking on a fallen street sign from country roads,
Sleeping on a bundle of dirty clothes,
Making water like an animal in the wood,
Living like I never could.

Singing songs with no beat,
Tapped up shoes on calloused feet,
People whom I would have never met,
Deriving joy from duress.

Seeing the stars at night,
The exhilaration before the fight,
Killing and carving my food,
Caring for my life and not just my mood.

Living,
Being,
Smiling ,
Not dying.

Love Thy Enemy (What It Means to Me)Cause harm out of malice—
You are my enemy
For you, I wish happiness
As you would not find it
Without first doing good

Cause harm out of ignorance—
You serve my enemy
For you, I wish knowledge
As you would not find it
Without then choosing right

Cause harm out of confusion—
You aid my enemy
For you, I wish understanding
As you would not find it
Without also finding truth

Cause harm out of past err—
You were my enemy
For you, I wish redemption
As you will not find it
Without returning a hero

I shed no tears for you
No pity for the self-ruined
I will fight you if I must
I will fight to my dying breath

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I'm afraid

by *Chrisy21, Nov 8, 2012, 6:44:05 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I'm afraid

I'm afraid of failure,
Of disappointing,
Seeing those ashamed looks on their faces,
Because I know I'm not good enough,
I'm afraid, very afraid,

I'm afraid of speaking my mind,
For I know that others will ruthlessly speak theirs,
And I know their words are going to hurt me,
But I won't have the heart to hurt them back,
I'm afraid, very afraid,

I'm afraid of the future,
Because I don't know where I shall be,
Or what I shall do,
I'm still trying to piece my puzzle together,
I'm afraid, very afraid,

I'm afraid of success,
For with this comes jealousy,
And with jealousy comes lust for hurt,
Nothing good can possibly come out of this,
I'm afraid, very afraid,

I'm afraid of love,
Of loving someone so much,
Only to find out he's not what you thought he was,
And the possibility of being used and thrown away,
I'm afraid, very afraid,

I'm afraid of many things,
But what can I do to get over my fears,
Before they permanently take over my life?
I'm lost, and...
I'm afraid, very afraid.

I'm afraidby *Chrisy21

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

This piece is based on many things I've been witnessing lately and that even I myself have lived in the past. I'm pretty sure everyone is fearful in life, but we tend to blame our fear on other things like illness and stress and depression when all along, all we are is afraid.
It's not the best work just something to get my mind off of homework for awhile.

Comments are welcome but most importantly enjoy.

~xKocicax Nov 13, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

.... u've just read my mind... creepy

well... hang in there.. i know how ya feel.... just.... hang in there

*Chrisy21 Nov 13, 2012

haha, that is indeed creepy.

awww, thank you. Don't worry, I'm over that now. I wrote this piece based on how I felt in the past and what I've been witnessing from others lately.

But thank you so much for your concern and thanks for the fav too!

~xKocicax Nov 13, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

you welcome~ lucky u! you're already over it.... awww.. i have long ways to go to get over this

Yes... you welcome... happy to make u happy

*Chrisy21 Nov 13, 2012

don't worry. I can give some advice: self confidence. I swear, I only discovered this recently and you don't know how much it helps. I'm no longer stressing (trust me, I was like the biggest stress ball ever) and I feel happy and it's great. I know it,s not easy to find this when people hate so many things about themselves but I gave myself many pep talks and it took me a lot of reflecting to get to this point.
I hope this helps.

awww, thank you.

~xKocicax Nov 13, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

whoa... THANK U SO MUCH for the advice! .. i actually will consider this... u have no idea how much you've just helped me... Thank u

+ you're welcome... buddy

*Chrisy21 Nov 13, 2012

You're VERY WELCOME! It's the least I can do.
I'm SO GLAD that you're taking this in consideration, it makes me so happy to help others.

hehe, I love you buddy.

~xKocicax Nov 13, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

eheh.. happy to make you happy~

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~

I love you too, buddy

*Chrisy21 Nov 13, 2012

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*Taures-15 Nov 12, 2012

Fear breed caution and respect for whatever we are doing and as such is a very useful emotion in shaping our lives!!!

Many peeps use the fear of fear to manipulate and betray!

Did this work, getting your mind off homework for a while?

*Chrisy21 Nov 12, 2012

Your first statement is indeed correct but all depending on how much fear a person is holding.
As for your second statement, I sadly agree with you. It has happened with me in the past and it's not fun at all.

haha, actually yes it did and that's great because I was just stressing over a test I have tomorrow and it helped me relax.
Thanks!

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