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His WarYou look at my arms and ask me why
You thought I was better
You thought I was alright
But as I trace
Those fine, red lines
I whisper so softly
It's almost a sigh
"No, no
I'm perfectly fine

"But in his sorrow he is caught
He has tear stains in his eyes
From the wars he fought
He lets out a terrible cry
For the things he's sought
So how can I be happy
When he is not?"

Ta osobaTo osoba kochana
i powszechnie szanowana.
Wiek jej... Się nie liczy.
Serce ma jakby wyrwane z Zawiszy.
Nigdy Cię nie zawiedzie, ale doradzi.
Niebawem jej święto, więc prezencik mamy.
To ten skromny wierszyk i kilka drobiazgów.
Bo Twe serce jest pełne drobiazgów, Mamo. c:

Snow Queen

She's not reacting to anyone's love,
She always stays cold,
She loves to be in snow,
And no one knows what she's capable of,
She's always alone,
She's a master of her snow world.

She's called Snow Queen,
She's always so mean,
Happiness makes her sick,
It makes her weak,
But the Queen holds on,
With the power of snow.

The Queen rules the Kingdom,
She knows the meaning of freedom,
A lot of people tried to change her,
But they became frozen,
She wants to stay away,
She don't want anyone to get in her way.

It's War!It's War!

It's war, when the father gets up in his holidays by 5 clock.
When he enters his service for the family like everyone else.
When he just attacks the pool-landscape of the Normadie.
When he raised his flag to mark his capture area.
He and 500 others.

It's war, when she attacks the discounts.
When she search for the armed conflict between her girlfriends.
When she capture ressources, she didn't need.
When she also brings scarped knees with her new summer skirt home.
She and 500 others.

It's war, when the whole humans loose their heads.
We and

Esas madrugadas llenas de pensEsas madrugadas llenas de pensamientos rodeando mi cabeza como enredaderas unidas unas con otras, donde pienso real y no emocional, donde tu me cegaste y me tiraste a mi suerte, donde ahora me levanto solo, donde ahora tu te encuentras en el cielo, pero pronto caerás, recuerda las nubes no son de hierro.

Strainbreaking face
rolling around with misery
listening voices
tears bleed
flowing hearts
blocked dreams
locked screams
what is seems
who believes
count the weeks
lonely
songs brings
heartless things
thoughtless mean
Crying me
Focus please
Catch means
Death
Swallowing breath
Shallow help
look in the well
Zero tale
Zero tell
Burning hell
Fail
Abandon shell
All of us are here

.:Vent-Drown:.I feel like I can't breathe,
Making me become a monster I can't see.
Down I continue to sink,
Really feeling useless dying the water in my tears of ink,
Overly emotional,
Well I've lost my sanity, I've lost it all;
Never will I be able to swim back up,
I can't see the sun,
Never will I get to see it anymore, because I'm....
Gone

1Tienes el mismo repertorio y las mismas actitudes para cada persona que se topa en tu camino?, sera acaso el mismo inesperado final para cada amorío estúpido?

Juegas con fuego,
deja de tocar las puertas del infierno,
algún día abrirán, y seras devorada por tu misma boca.

UnnoticedUnnoticed

It seems like I’ve become see threw
Like I’m just not there
Except for when I’m in trouble
I can’t seem to find how that’s fair

Maybe it’s cause I’m the middle child
Or that I don’t have a special skill
Maybe I don’t cause enough problems
Will she notice me if I were to kill?

Whatever the case may be
I seem to always be out shined
By a sister who loves and cares
And a brother who’s dumb and blind

Mother just doesn’t see me
I feel like I’ve been tossed away
A machine with not heart
Only able to obey

I’ve become a drone
Not actually a part
Of this perfect little family
Silly drone you’re not so smart

For thinking she would notice you
For thinking she would care
For a screw up like you
Love you? She wouldn’t dare

No she doesn’t love you
She only loves her boy
You’re just here to do the chores
Just her cleaning little toy

Hey guys...You want to know a secret?hey...when people ask hows it going? or whats up? or how ya been? do they actually care how you've been?

I don't think even 50% of them care.

they have their own problems. As do I. However, I'm part of the fifty percent that would rather listen to other peoples issues instead of mine. Instead of doing homework or listen to teachers in school or do something people "Believe" is important to graduate high school. I would rather help someone. Do something more important.

Honestly... I think high school is a waste of time. Why can't high school be classes that would actually teach you what you "need" to know? cause honestly if I want to become

Horario muertoEsas manecillas de reloj que tornan lentas en tus horas de agonía, como una tortura para tu cráneo, yo no entiendo.

Tienes todo no eres feliz,

tienes poco no eres feliz.

Entonces escarbe dentro de mi, y encontré algo llamado;
"detalles".

Sean efímeros, sean perpetuos..

No se como pueden damas desperNo se como pueden damas desperdiciar a un hombre que viste de galas, escribe en sus días adversos pero hace el amor como si no hubiera universo.

Mereces.Resultaste ser en carne propia lo que odiabas de las anteriores mentes mediocres que cruzaron mi camino, ahora no te queda mas que atarte una cuerda al cuello, recuerda esas personas te enferman, ahora pruebas lo que odias y ahora eres tu la persona enferma, así que deja las excusas deja las mentiras, deja toda esa estúpida saliva gastada en vano, solo muere, sin metáforas ni nada no mereces ni la tinta con la que escribo para mi placer de odio, sin embargo lo hago por que mejor medicina que esta para mi no hay.

RotosYa no soy la persona que solía ser, aquel naufrago que nunca se dio por vencido en las islas perdidas, a todo le encontraba una dosis de emoción.
Ahora solo camino encobrado mis pasos son lentos y tediosos, una espora letal mas jodida que el mismo veneno entro en mi y esa enfermedad tiene nombre..

Dream or RealOnce upon a dream
A fairy tale it seems

A strong sense of heart
Breaking at the seams

A cold wind blows
As strong as steel

Alone through it all
Could this be real?

Hate robs all
Love forgives

Love is gone
I struggle to live

Give up hope
Forever alone

For this is real
Chilled to the bone.

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Lost

by ~PennyDiamond, Feb 9, 2013, 2:55:06 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

Time slipped through out fingers,
Like smoke, through a fishing net,
And our hearts to young for sorrow
Spill over with regret.

We were playing at it, pretending.
While around us, your world was ending.

I think of you and wonder,
What kind of friend can I be?
When your dreams are the subject of plunder,
And your heart has lost its key.

We were playing at it, pretending.
While around us, your world was ending.

I have no power to heal it,
This sorrow that tortures you still,
So I look into other parts of your life
For a trivial need to fill.

We were playing at it, pretending.
While around us, your world was ending.

It seems like there's eons between us,
And I know I should be by your side,
Yet, I can't help but feel, as I lie in the dust
That the very best part of me died.

We were playing at it, pretending.
While around us, your world was ending.

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~pozolegirl Mar 3, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

awww.... i miss you!

~PennyDiamond Mar 5, 2013 Student General Artist

I miss you too

*angelenroute Feb 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Time slipped through out fingers,
(change "out" to "our")

And our hearts to young for sorrow
(change "to" to "too")

Really great poem!

~PennyDiamond Feb 12, 2013 Student General Artist

Thanks, should have double checked the spelling, and thanks for the compliment

*angelenroute Feb 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

happy to help!

~Ickaser314 Feb 9, 2013

Well written.

(Isn't it such an interesting thing that we so frequently can't explain some of our most compelling art?)

~PennyDiamond Feb 12, 2013 Student General Artist

No kidding, and thank you

~Myra159 Feb 9, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

SAD!!!!! But so good!!!!!!

~PennyDiamond Feb 12, 2013 Student General Artist

Thanks

I've come to the conclusion that some of my best work is the saddest, I think that humans are somewhat defined by sorrow, and happiness is harder for me to express in art. (Sorry, end of my philosophical rant

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