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My biggest fearI would like to tell you my dear
That I don't have any fear
But that's not what I feel inside
It's something I'd rather hide

Because if once told
My heart turns cold
With fear for you
and what you would do

The thing I fear about
without any single doubt
is my own depressed mind
and what I would find

Deep inside, my scariest thought
which I would have caught
My fear is to think and dream
Happy outside it would seem

My fear is not what really did happen
No, my own thoughts are the weapon
Of what the world could do
With my family and with you

It's not the actual action
That's just a small fraction
It's the thought that I co

The little thingsThe little things they said,
Are what matters the most.
Hello! Goodbye! Can I help you?
Providing aid to some lonely ghost.
Are all forgotten in the blink of an eye.

I'll walk into a room and say good morning!
Noone looks up, but a few albeit they were yawning.
I'll stand in line, waiting on my turn.
A gentleman cuts in front, looking quite stern.
A passerby bumps into me and spills coffee on my shoe.
Not a word of apology, even as I smile "Hey, howdy do?"

I'll stand on the sidewalk next to a puddle so clear.
A driver will pass, splashing me while the street kids cheer.
I'll leave my phone unattended next to my l

My day offThis morning I woke up fashionably late.
Something to which I could never quite relate.
Lying on my bed, I paid my respects,
To all those unsavory mornings that were just so complex.

Waking up early to a deafening sound,
Thinking if only that alarm was never around!
Jumping out of bed to my morning routine,
Around the house, up, down, left, right even in between.

Pulling on my clothes disregarding any options.
When I get a job, suits would be a simpler concoction.
Even the most important meal was never part of my day.
Just maybe choking down some toast in a confused disarray.

Out the door I go, grabbing my stuff.
Mentally

May Fair LadyMay Fair Lady Lucy

I caress her pale skin,

That flakes with every kiss.

My hands on her butt.

My fingers clasp her outline.

Her company is expensive.

I am one of many who crave for her.

She has multiple partners.

I can smell her stench everywhere.

Our relationship must end eventually.

Her kiss will erode my heart.

Claiming lives is her fetish.

Everyone warns me not be with her.

But I lust for unreliable presence.

She has a bewildering hold of me.

My addiction always takes control of me.

Without her I cannot breathe.

But with her I will stop breathing.

That's why she cannot leave.

Because I will be the one that ends up leavi

ContradictionContradiction.

You have the audacity to call me a hypocrite.

When you can also be classed as a syndicate.

It's easy to judge someone objectively.

When it comes to it you choose what to forget selectively.

I'd be lying if I said I this situation has not affected me.

Too hasty to label and condemn others.

When you sleep keeping the truth under the covers.

In the morning the lies emerges and everyone suffers.

I'm left lieing in a bed of illusions thinking your friends are my brothers.

My actions offend you and I apologise.

When your actions offend me, you refuse responsibility and colonise.

My eyes have been exposed and this truth ha

I give you my final breathI want to lie in your arms at my final breath
Be with you until my life is over, my death
To lie in your arms, look into your eyes
When my time is over, at my final sigh

That way I will know all is well
Now it's time for heaven or hell
Or maybe it'll be something else for me
but that's something I will then see

I want to be with you for the rest of my life
and from a certain moment call you my wife
I know it will be fine, I've done my best
when I lie with you at my final rest

With you I want to grow old
and with you watch life unfold
Love is something I finally comprehend
I want to be with you until my end

Heart AcheHeart Ache.

People constantly telling me you're not the same.
But I see all you females as the same despite your names.
I've had my heartbroken before, but you are not to blame.
But instead of removing I'm adding to the bloodstain.
The mark is healing but the impact still remains.
Fought my gut feeling and let you in to my mind frame
I can't help but think my history is repeating itself once again.
Security is one mind set that I find hard to obtain.
But after the last time, I said I would stop and refrain.
I said to myself I would never end up in this same situation again.
Maybe she is right and my past has driven me insane.
Mayb

HeartbrokenI loved, I cared, I gave you all that I could,
My misfortune; I couldn't be all that you wanted.
I hoped, I wished, and I thought you understood,
My misfortune; my heart felt taunted.
I wondered, I asked, and I prayed for your own good.
My misfortune; I felt so unwanted,
I pleaded, I begged, all to share thoughts I could,
My misfortune; I neglected the hurt you had planted.
I was stupid, I was blind, I was unable to read your mind,
My misfortune; I still messaged you.
I learnt my lesson, I felt the world, I now think I know it,
Dont worry, you shall never feel so lacerated.
I promise, I swear, I shall never speak to you again,
Fo

My AmbitionsMy Ambitions.

People tell me I have talent.
And my attempts at poetry are noble and valiant.

I want my words to leave a mark on this earth.
I write for myself, to give me some sort of worth.

I still think anyone is capable doing I what I do.
Paint the same or an even better image of the one I just drew.

I've been accepted by a few, but rejected by many.
This life is perpetual and the strain is getting heavy.

I write for you, as well as for me.
I write from my heart, to set my mind free.

A man who writes poetry isn't the epitome of masculinity.
I had to disregard the stereotype and over come the humility.

My writing is all I have

Not Doing So WellIf you care to listen, I have a story to tell.
It's about a girl who's not doing so well.
As hard as she tries, she's still not sleeping.
It's because of the monsters insider her, creeping.
Her life is beginning to look quite grim,
she's poisoned rotten from within.
She's always tired and sick of trying,
and more than once she's thought of dying.
She's always smiling, but you can tell,
her eyes will tell you she's going through hell.

If you care to listen, I have a story to tell.
It's about a girl who's not doing so well.
Her arms are thin, her legs are small,
but that's not what she sees at all.
She's not happy with the skin s

HellGathering darkness beckons
I watch my world close in
Sliding into private hell
For some forgotten sin

Come tidal wave of sadness
Wash every hope away
Drive me to the deepest depths
Then fight to make me stay

Unworthy, lost and lonely
Crush everything I am
Hold up that silvered mirror
For this unwanted man

Show me all my brokenness
The flaws I try to hide
Highlight every failure
Steal every trace of pride

Then leave me in the blackness
Without the will to fight
Helpless sniveling coward
So lost without a light

Crying tears of loneliness
In deep depressions maze
This iron grip far stronger
Than any man made cage

Reach ou

A Fool's Prize"A Fool's Prize"

A golden well stands erect with its magnificent waters drained

And this well will not be satisfied until next evening's rain

For a well which was once overflowing with happiness to share

Is now gasping for remaining breath in hopeless despair

A thick fog enshrouds the contents of this well beholding

A fool's prize consisting of gold and luxury unfolding

Man's search for power has bled this poor well dry

And even until its last breath did that man deny

Ever considering whether this well had genuine feelings

Or ever acknowledging the contents he was stealing

On the side of the well the pail is merely used to carry

I

When I was Young!Sunny days when I was young
Life as such was yet unsung
Days were endless, summer fun
Played out under a glorious sun.

With jar and nets we silently crept
To where the butterfly softly slept
Beloved Ladybird, what a find
So many hours, such precious time.

Hills would call, so on our bikes
Never crossed our minds to hike
Dandelion and Burdock, special drink
Gulped it down, quick as a wink.

Oh! for those far off summer days
When school was out, we happily played
Governed by memories the distant past
Calls to me, it was such a blast.

2012 Delice1941

Playful Date"Playful Date"

I finally asked her how many times

That I have gone and written a rhyme

In honor of the love that we bear

And all those rare feelings we care to share

She shoved me playfully to the ground

And laughed such a heartfelt sound

Saying I'm silly for over thinking my words

And acting worse than a pair of lovesick birds

She helped me up and then we walked

So merrily as we sang and talked

The city streets were paved with lights

Unusually bright for such a rainy night

I gave her my jacket to protect from the rain

And she threw it back for she had to explain

Saying my old frame needed it along with a cane

To which I splas

All In A Nights Work...In this hallowed cradle
I lay but do not sleep
Waiting for the sunlight
It's dying hour to greet

As the shadows lengthen
My thirst begins to rise
Eyelids slowing moving
I open blood red eyes

Fingers stretch and waken
Being dead is such a blast
Hunting in the moonlight
A sweet and pleasant task

Leaving this dark palace
I dance 'neath silver beams
Merging with the darkness
I listen for your dreams

When at last I find you
My pretty little prize
Haunting music calls you
I love how you comply!

From the blackest corner
I watch you in your bed
Turning dreams to nightmares
I play with your dear head

Slowly then I come to you

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Your poem

by ~Wiliart, May 13, 2012, 11:41:09 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

This poem is from you
Written down by me
Although it isn't mine
It's yours, don't you see?

I write down the words
but they come from your mind
even though you don't know
what you leave behind

I pick up what's left
and put it all together
I don't know what I do
but it's for the better

You say you can't write
but that's not your need
Just simply be there for me
it's the poet inside me you feed

Your poemby ~Wiliart

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

I put down the words, but I'm not my own inspiration.

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~StarinaSparda May 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

How sweet...very lovely

~Wiliart May 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you ^_^

~pieladyUSA May 14, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I love how the reader is directly involved with this. I think the ending is a little shaky due to the syllables, but as a whole, this is unique. I think something that goes a little more in depth would add on to this even more.

~Wiliart May 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

^_^

It's a bit difficult sometimes to fit it all in the correct amount of syllables. Although if it alters somewhere I think it should be the end. To grab the attention a bit again.

This was just something I wrote down fast, so more in depth could come in the future.

~wingsofair May 14, 2012 Student General Artist

I didn't understand, untill the very last line. too me, that's one of the things that can make a poem beautiful.

~Wiliart May 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

The first line(s) of a poem makes it grab your attention, the last line(s) makes you remember it.

Good to see you like the poem.

~Gwillis May 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

i love of how you personalize the poet inside of us. I'm a writer myself and this poem is perfect for me!

~Wiliart May 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Inspiration comes from others, they just don't always realize it

. The moments you have in life with others make you write poems.

It was a bit written to my girlfriend, although also to everybody else in the world. Everybody amounts to everything for a little bit.

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