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Lucid DreamerThese aren't nightmares. They're reality.
I wake up to wake up again
and walk a world which is half fantasy.
A dream so lucid,
so vivid,
so real.
A dream where I decide,
so tactile...
I feel.

I feel the breeze on my cheek
and the graze on my knee
as I'm pushed down by the monsters
that invade my dreams.
I feel the sinking hope
and the claws that take,
that trap me in nightmares
from which I can't awake.

Sticks and StonesSticks and stones have broke my bones
when words already hurt me.
I grunted, winced... haven't spoken since
that aching pain came verbally.

Those Who EvolutioniseIn the heat of the moment, we make mistakes
and lash out only to regret.
And when I'm open, I'm prone to break
so I fix myself with cold cement.
Sealed within the cracks (my flaws)
are secrets that are tiny doors
and God, forbid if I ever open them.

Somewhat shame veiled in those lashes
because I know you won't understand.
My attempts of reason turn to ashes
so I let it go; won't hold your hand.
People will ignore or learn
the lessons that pass by in life.
Wings will soar and fires burn
in those who evolutionise.

StarsThe darkness swallowed up the sky
and cast shadows on the earth.
A jagged look so sinister,
the sun refused to burn.
Plunged into an abyss
which was endured for years.
Humanity continued blind
and suffered under fears.

The natural world began to die
and it was almost baron.
But on an unknown, identical night
something amazing happened.
She looked up with a curious gasp
as the sky was dusted with light.
These twinkling things were named stars
and so the world was revitalised.

Okay to Be Unhappy... To Be AfraidRed rivers down my arms. Clear tears down my face.
"It's okay to be unhappy. It's okay to be afraid."
Blaming myself. Blaming everybody else.
"It's okay to be unhappy. It's okay to be afraid."
Charming birds out of the trees...
Plenty of fish in the sea!
But why did you catch me? Lured by bait.
"It's okay to be unhappy. It's okay to be afraid."
That's what she said to me
when I admitted my heart ached.
And I know I shouldn't miss you
and that you're a waste of space.
But there's rivers down my arms...
and tears on my face.

Delicate EdgeI won't push you over the edge, because you're already falling.
I can't run quick enough, to meet you at the bottom.
Won't you wait for me?
Amongst the rocks and crashing seas.
I'll find my steps while you find the words
to tell me just how much it hurts.

Against the cliff with you; I endure waves
and witness all your love and hate.
I nod and listen, beneath heinous sound
and try to lead you to high ground.
Steadily aiming for the delicate edge,
we clasp hands and begin our ascent.
"Why'd you wait for me?" I hear you ask.
"You fell, I picked you up because I'm your friend."

PoresEveryday I miss you so much more.
Your touch, it bores
into my skin.
Your presence? Found in all my pores.
I love your flaws!
Adore your sins.

The Things that Make Life HardYou're embellished and relished!
Embroidered and toyed with...
Splashing and cashing
on things that are flashing.
The life that you carve
ignores those that starve
and you disregard
the things
that make
life hard.

You KnowA dark, quiet place is where your body goes.
A spot where people pass and everybody knows.
Few stop to remember the person in the soil.
Few stop to pay respects, lay flowers, show they're loyal...
And though the air is sour and everybody goes.
It'd be nice to know you care. Nice to know you know.

I could be in heaven. I could be in hell
or I could be in purgatory waiting on the bell.
My spirit wanders endlessly despite my placid frame.
My soul hovers restlessly as I watch myself decay.
I hate to lose my dignity, my person... don't you know?
Just come by and remember me, remind me I must go.

What's Right. What's Wrong.Shutting windows, but I can still see out.
I don't hear the words, but your moving mouths...
They're saying something. You look my way.
You think I can't guess the things you say?

The actions you take and your shifting eyes
tell me I should shrink down a size
to try and avoid your scrutiny.
Why'd you press these needles into me?

But every doubt I had begins to fade
as I quietly move into the shade.
Laying down my trust in those I seek
I close my eyes and go to sleep.

I'll come find you in the morning
even though I'm tired of walking.
My renewed hope has spurred me on
and I keep in mind what's right; what's wrong.

Remember MeShe's a memory in his mind
and a trigger of a thought.
But she's at the back of the line
impatiently tapping her foot.
He passes her in the street
and a frown crosses his brow.
"Please, remember me,"
She says "remember me now."

He turns, picks her from the throng
but does not know her name.
She hears his voice- calling song.
And steps onto the train.
It steadily begins its trip
as he shouts and tries to see.
She reaches, lets the window slip
and calls out "Remember me?"

Broken Arts and GoalsThe pen's out of ink
and the pencil; snapped.
The voice can't sing
and the person won't act.

Inspiration drains.
No vision in those eyes?
The enthusiasts pray
that a new piece will arise.

The broken hearts and souls
can no longer create.
These broken arts and goals
lie shattered in their wake.

Sing to MeSing to me! You are an artist
so sing to me.
The painter, the dancer,
the writer and the actor.
Sing to me.
You have a voice inside your chest
wanting to burst you open.
The life that you have led
has taught a lesson left unspoken.
Sing to me.

People want to know
because some need hope.
People need to hear
for a chance to clear
their minds, so full of fog
of what went so badly wrong.
So give us all a song;
please sing, to me.

The Servant's LustYour yellow hair lights up the room.
I wonder if it's combed by you?
A girl of such nobility
does not realise she is pretty.

Rare lace on your hat and sleeves.
A corset in which you cannot breathe.
Your skirt inflates upon the floor.
From neck to wrists, you are adorned.

Men of wealth, they make their passes.
I cannot defeat the social classes.
But if chances will, on this gathered event
the servant's lust; he will foment.

Bruises (Throughout The Night)Your kisses are bruises all over my skin.
Coated in sugar and filled with sin.
Running my hands through your fiery hair
reminds me why I drown in your glare.
Ice-blue hues carving into my face
and when you're gone, there is no trace.
Scars in my mind; your memory.
And love always gets the better of me.
Bruises fade, leaving me white
so kiss me all day and throughout the night.

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Coming For YouSometimes you need a hug, with a hammer to the head.
Sometimes you need some love, but right now I'd love you dead.
Sometimes you need to run, run away from me instead.
Because I'm coming for you, I'm coming for you.

He'll burn you down, I'll make your world rain.
If you're lost, don't be found. Don't wanna see you again!
He'll kick you around, and I'll blacken your name!
You belong in the ground, in a shallow grave.
You better not make a sound,
because I'm coming for you, you'll be gone by today!

I like my revenge sweet, I look out for him
and he looks out for me. We know it's a sin,
but hey you're so weak, the battle you're in

HardenI've been sleeping for thousands of years,
finally awoken from my grave.
I've grown immune to my past fears,
whole lifetimes that I have saved.
Now I'm ready to spend some time,
on the surface with all these beings.
Tear out the ground, the sun in my eyes
how my heart hardens to all their feelings.

The actions I take,
I will draw on my own.
I'll make my choices and mistakes,
and the words I'll write alone.
Butterflies in the air,
they flew out my insides.
Everyone stares
before the universe collides.

The GiantWalk away with your words.
Don't let your actions bring you down.
Don't touch me, it only hurts.
You're a giant in a tiny town.
Where ever you walk, you bring destruction.
You have no room to place your feet.
You can't talk without causing an eruption.
I climbed the stalk, but you still down me.

I Set Myself On FireI push myself into the box, the box of things I don't wanna know.
I lock myself away on an island, those places where I'd never go.
I clear my palette of any hurt, any pain that I won't show.
I set myself on fire, like burning away a photo.

There are memories that my mind refuses.
Enemies that forgiveness defuses,
but their words still hurt, still feel I'm a loser.
I've learnt from the dirt under my feet.
I'm a self harmer, I'm a life abuser.
But then there's karma, and then there's me.
I've grown calmer, and I accept defeat,
then become subdued in my own little seat
right here with the view, I observe, I weep
under the weight of

Under Your WaterPlease, don't open the door.
Please, don't see me like this.
Don't want this moment to conjure
itself and for you to see me frozen
in this water. I can't take no more.
And you can't see me open.
You won't see the mess I've made
on this floor.
I can't make the skies rain more.

When I step out into the cold.
I feel fresh, I feel new.
I feel brave, and bold.
But it's gone when I see you.
These waters which scald,
they blister, hurts right through.
I have no more energy to hold
on to false hope, which never comes true.
So take this last breath in me,
my oxygen's a reminder of who
I am.

It's hard to believe, I'm an only daughte

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by ~M4K31T83TT3R, Feb 10, 2013, 5:03:23 AM
Literature / Poetry / Children's / Traditional Fixed Forms

The expert was once a beginner
starting out humble and small.
The saint, once a condemned sinner
equivalent to the angels that fall.
The flower was once but a seed
that began deep under ground.
The oceans are born as streams
winding their steady way down.

The animal was once a mere cell
growing safely inside a womb.
The whisper transforms into a yell
which reaches an ear very soon.
The object is firstly scattered
as bits and bobs, then into a pile.
And nonsense became what mattered
when the adult grew up from the child.

Onceby ~M4K31T83TT3R

Literature / Poetry / Children's / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2013 ~M4K31T83TT3R

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*timnaas Feb 10, 2013

Very well done!")

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~M4K31T83TT3R Feb 10, 2013 Student Writer

Cheers

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*timnaas Feb 10, 2013

Your welcome!

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~SkyRayne-CreedSister Feb 10, 2013 Student Writer

Spectacular. As always!!!! XD

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~M4K31T83TT3R Feb 10, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you!

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~SkyRayne-CreedSister Feb 10, 2013 Student Writer

You're very welcome!!!

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~ivory-phills Feb 10, 2013 Student General Artist

This is a great poem!

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~M4K31T83TT3R Feb 10, 2013 Student Writer

Thanks C:

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~ivory-phills Feb 10, 2013 Student General Artist

You're welcome!

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