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In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, other
You...To feel a thousand words
A spring of pure delight
The rising tide of love
That echoes through the night

Can you hear my whisper
The words I dare not write
The song my heart would sing
In rays of dazzling light

How to paint your beauty
The words I cannot find
Like a star in heaven
Your radiance doth shine

Sweet and gentle maiden
Love remains unspoken
For if you turned away
My heart and world... broken

So, in soft veils of sleep
My heart on wings will rise
Death and dragons I'll fight
And you shall be my prize...
Be who you are.
People are always going to tell you
Who to be and who you are

It's your job to say
This is me

Draw if you want to draw
Write if you want to write

Eat foods you want to eat
And do what you want to do.

Society has images
That we are all supposed to conform to

Be who you want to be
And not what other people tell you to be.

Just because you like
Something that no one else does

Doesn't mean
That you are any less of a person

Everyone is strange in their own way
And it will always be your job

To be who you want
And to do what you want.
FallenAnd though I crave to know he loves me,
at the same time I'm afraid,
Knowing the words that I'll have to say,
because there is simply no other way.

We cannot be together
from the start, we knew that
yet we continued talking,
so much not to cross the line.

I tried hard not to fall for him,
faking deafness to his beautiful words,
striving for nonchalance,
yet succeeding at none.

Because just as I know we have no future,
I couldn't have stopped it before it was born,
the feeling of loving, and to be sure of that love.

And still I cannot change it,
even if the pain becomes too much.
Because that means that I've been happy
so m
Dream OnA dream can be
a passing thought;
a passionate ambition.

A dream can be
a battle fought;
a superficial mission.

A dream can be
a driving force;
a forgiving comfort.

A dream can be
a thriving source;
a deceitful consort.

A dream can thrill you;
drive you or kill you.

Beware of this, dreamers—
and Dream On.
An honorable love...I feel thy silken softness
Thy hand ensconced in mine
Wondrous heavenly rapture
Oh to cease the flow of time

Canst thou not know this heart
Yet place such tender kiss
Do these eyes my truth betray
In face of fleeting bliss

Sweet the voice of welcome
Thy words melodious wine
Oh honeyed apparition
Of womanhood divine

How I long to hold thee
Yearn to call thee mine
And yet the fates uncaring
To dreams and fantasy confine

Thou wears an others ring
Though loveless and forlorn
I see the deepest sadness
For all that thou hast sworn

So love remains unspoken
Silenced for manners sake
Convention heroically upheld
While weeping he
A HeartA heart does not have eyes,
so it is blind,

A heart does not have ears,
so it is deaf,

But a heart does have a beat,
and it beats for you, my love.
Loyal
Holding hands? A clever way of fighting off the cold
Telling every secret so they don't remain untold
Laughing, though he's said it oh so many times before
Staring deep into his eyes to open rusted doors
Staying up to talk to him, but only for support
Innocent intentions others do tend to distort
Kissing him so gently, promises until the end…
Can't destroy this happiness with such a loyal friend…
I'll Remember YouI'll remember you
when someone steals my breath
so I can't even speak.

I'll remember you
when the rain beats so hard
I can't hear myself think.

I'll remember you
when I see a careless smile
on a young girl's face.

I'll remember you
when my heart aches
in a lonely place.

I'll remember you
when the going gets rough
and no one's there for me.

I'll remember you
when I fruitlessly wish
for things that used to be.

I'll remember you
when I see someone smile
as they hide a sigh.

I'll remember you
when someone's surprised
at the word "goodbye."

I'll remember you
when another claims to be
my other half.

I'll remember you, dar
WatchingPearl white dress now bathed in blood and roses in her hand
Entering what she thought would be her own wonderland
Walking down the aisle with a shining sapphire ring
Step by step, relying on a life of shiny things
Saying that she loves him, what a wonderful disguise
Hiding what she really wants behind those evil eyes
Making us the villains, like we've come to break her heart
Almost like we're living just to tear her world apart
Treating us like nothingness, like voices in her head
Just to make him love her so she doesn't feel so dead
Making his world spin so quickly, time does fade to grey
Waiting would have killed it, so she sent
The Impossible TaskHow to write a moonbeam
Or golden ray of light
Words to capture beauty
When heaven is in sight?

This poets quill may fail
Unfit for such a task
Though to paint such wonder
God's hand alone I'd ask

Mine eyes light upon thee
I struggle so to breathe
Lost in perfect rapture
Thy side I hate to leave

Child of Aphrodite
Radiant womanhood
Knowest that I love thee
And wouldst hold thee if I could?

Thou my heart hast stolen
I live for thee alone
Bound in these lonely chains
For love must I atone?

For one moment with thee
I would surrender all
To steal a heavenly kiss
And then on sword to fall...
My Masquerade~My Masquerade~

For the world I am displayed;
They always watch but cannot see
through my masquerade.

I feel every moment fly;
My heart is beating, pulse racing,
breath held as I lie.

My innocence I can't defend;
I know that surely this will linger
'til my very end.

I brought this all upon myself;
Mask upon mask, lie upon lie
like valueless wealth.

Dare I take these masks off – no!
My former self haunts me
everywhere I go.

False glory, false honor, false fame;
With all these masks I seem to have
forgotten my own name.
ThirteenThirteen.
Thirteen fears.
Thirteen haunted years.
Thirteen cold bitter tears.
Thirteen memories linger and leer.
Thirteen days pass as death nears.
Thirteen screams that no one ever hears.
Thirteen foggy futures that never come out clear.
Thirteen cries for help that die when fate sneers.
Thirteen faceless figures that hear all helpless cries without ears.
Thirteen towering clocks that chime each passing life with dusty gears.
Thirteen windows that never break against the pounding fists and bloody smears.
Thirteen words that echo, echo, echo through the insanity your mind surely bears.
Sweet Bird in A CageSweet Bird in a Cage:

Sweet bird you lived your life in a cage,
Black forces, burned you all away...
How could I sit by and watch you die?
Sleep soundly on the bed where you used to lie.

Your legs and your arms were bleeding,
Burned stump on the night, were you crying?
How sweet was the sound of you dying?
In pools of blood, were you smiling?

Sweet bird you lived your life in a cage,
I wondered, how I used to hate...
Your life and your sweetness inside,
I took your life on that cold night...

Crying all these tears of weakness,
Sweet bird you took on my sickness.
Deep inside of the forest of witches,
You lie in the darkest ditc
You Love The Sounds
I finally understand why
You keep hurting me
Time after time

You love the sounds
My heart makes
Every time
It breaks
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VoicesShattered windows on the floor and broken memories
Cradled by the haunting lies and fatal melodies
Drenched in words of fairy tales and treasured fantasies
Struggling to heal this pulchritudinous disease

Drowning in the rhythm of these deadly lullabies
Dancing in the thickened air of useless, worthless lies
Breaking underneath the nightmare of my unheard cries
Injured by the dreadful thought of echoing goodbyes

Hear the voices screeching, their complaints as a tattoo
Feel the pain and torture... can't you hear the voices too?
UnworthyMommy found love when she danced in the crowd
Staring into Daddy's eyes
My dearest sister found her fantasy
Healing his fatal lost cries.

Cured by the aching of each others hearts
Soothed by their troublesome minds
Drenched in the futures they never dared have
Caught in the things left behind.

I am not worthy of all that they own
I am not all that you see
I am not healed by the widespread disease
I am not simply set free.

Watch as my skin starts to fade into dust
See as the stars turn to grey
One deadly thought cannot heal every wound...
After it killed me today...
The CureI will be the victim and the cruel words on your lips
I will be the sin resting among your fingertips
I will be the innocence you lost so long ago
I will be the many things you never dared to know
I will be the throbbing heart and I will be your tears
I will be the basis of your undiscovered fears
I will be the aching mind, the troublesome disease
I will be the deadly heartbeat, you these things will please
I will be emotionless to make you seem so pure
I will find a beating heart, and then I'll find the cure
I will be the heartlessness that helps you to survive
I will pull the trigger just to make you seem alive...
TortureSorrowful reflections, empty words and bleeding skies
Grins of dreadful promises and drenched in lovely lies
Murdered by the beauty that you never dared to see
Suffocating in the thoughts of worthiness and glee
Quickly, though, you thrust your fingers down your crying throat
To this broken fantasy, yourself you will devote
Watch yourself eliminate what you cannot endure
Feel the most adored disease and struggle for the cure

Feel the aching of your heart and cradle your goodbyes
Treasure your last moments of this torture in disguise…
StoriesDarling, I could write about the color of your eyes
I could tell the story of your silent, unheard cries
I could let the ink pour out and tell about your grin
I could tell the world about the love you hold within
I could write a masterpiece about your open mind
I could be the eyes of some, for to you they are blind
I could tell an endless tale about your calming stare
I would gladly tell them all, for they are unaware.

I could tell them all about the way you always care
I could tell them all about the heart you love to share
I could tell them of the way you dreaded our goodbyes
I could tell them all about your peaceful lullabies
O
UnarmedUndiscovered promises dissolve in fatal cures
Bleeding words spill out into the air, so clean and pure
Haunting final lullabies and wishes to be harmed
Memories of fighting up against them, though unarmed
Spiraling disasters spinning through the shadowed skies
Treasuring the tears that drown the words of their goodbyes
Standing in a pool of blood, your fingers stained in red
Gun inside your hand, holding the bullets by your head
Showing your unwillingness to do it all again
Say your last apologies, stand tall, stand proud, and…
Bam.

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Rainbow Dust

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Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust…
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Thank you very much for letting me use it! :D

And I hate this poem. -.- BUT OH WELL :D

Comments? O.o

~ Mikki
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~Litlle-Cherry Mar 22, 2013  New member
I love it ! :)
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~an-chan123 Nov 29, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
such a beautiful and wonderful poem and really awesome photography.
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Mood: Love ~mikichihiro Nov 29, 2012  Hobbyist
i reeeeeaally love the poem~ sad yet beautiful =)
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~BatintheHat Nov 29, 2012
Lovely :)
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Mood: Love ~mee-sira Oct 6, 2012
I really love the poem. It is amazing and sad and just... Wow.
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~InconsequentialPoet Oct 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much!! :)

~ MIkki
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*Krispz Aug 13, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
i really love the picture you've used aswell love the lighting and the way its been done exellent:) love your poem as well goes very well with the picture very creative work love it :squee:
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~InconsequentialPoet Aug 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much!! ^.^ the picture is DEFINITELY more amazing than the poem though, haha. :) But thanks a lot!!

~ Mikki
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*Krispz Aug 13, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
your welcome i love this piece a lot:)
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Mood: Love ~Yorben2 Apr 11, 2012
yeah my colour is yellow! yellow is nice colour!

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