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The Beauty of Our LiesAt this, our permanent masquerade,
Such pretty little masks we wear.
Each one unique
And made with care.

One mask is a bird
And a lion with a roar,
The next one is a bright green frog
And also a wild boar.

All of them are wonderful.
Some shine and some so soft to feel.
Such pretty little masks we wear,
But none of them are real.

How beautiful the webs we weave,
To look and act like glass!
They'd shatter: break the spell
With barely even a clash.

On these threads we work
Both day and night
In hopes that this time
They'll turn out right.

How beautiful the webs we weave;
They shine and reflect our past,
Until one unfortunat
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.
My Love In Plain English
I love writing with my complete being,
As it sets my soul and heart and mind free.
It is as if seeing is believing,
And that is how I will forever be.
Writing is the essence of who I am,
It is always changing and evolving.
Writing is my innocent little Lamb,
It is my entire living's longing.
Writing relieves my life's many stresses,
It makes my friends laugh with pleasure and joy.
They help alleviate my many messes,
It is my childhood chocolate and toy.
Writing is my Romeo, my true soul,
It's my savior, my true love, my noel.
Hate
Hate: a intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury b:extreme dislike or antipathy; loathing c:an object of hatred. That's a dictionary definition. My mom's definition: Hate as close to your heart as love. I find that to be true. But I also see hate as a motivator. For example, most women hate spider, so they scream. Now what motivated them to scream? Their hate of that spider. But hatred can consume you. And I'm not talking about hatred for a spider. I'm talking about hatred for a certain person, place or thing. Like in this book I recently read, the hero hated a "thing" because that "thing" killed hi
What Is Love To Us?
What is love? Love to me is a major fucking pain in the ass. It can tear you down, but also build you up. Love can make you fly, but also take you to the darkest pits hell has to offer. When you love someone who you know doesn't love you in return, it can make you feel like life is worth so little. But then you find yourself again, with someone or something new. You feel your true self begin to rise inside you, while the pain withdraws, and eventually fades away. But when you love someone who you know loves you in return, then you know your complete. Love is what makes humans and animals stay in existence. Love is what can make the world go '
Rosebud InnocenceThat little bit of magick
you always seem to
unknowingly dust off of
the ends of
your daisy dresses and
your sun-dried,
mud-ruddy boots;
the ones that tell us all about
where you've been and
for how long gone just about
says it all to them,
methinks

Those tiny droplets of
love potions made from
the deepest, darkest secrets
we found one autumn's eve
while trespassing
that gramma by the forest river's home;
we should be incriminated
for all our vile,
boy-crazy spells that
we've stuffed in a
pair of sock each,
mind you

These little paper-cut
hearts you dragged me into
making from various art papers,
glitter, and glue-gunne
The Only Memory of My Fatheri.

Child's Name: Nicholas Aaron Swaner Sex: Male Date of Birth: Apr. 17, 1993 Time of Birth:  08:43A Place of Birth:  Hospital Location of Birth:  Urbana, IL

1.

Children have a strong need to feel important and worthwhile. Parents and caretakers should praise accomplishments and provide opportunities to experience freedom and independence.

a

My eyes are cloudburst grey. I knew this even at age four, when I was old enough to count the years I had lived and yet still young enough to do so with my fingers.

ii.

I certify that this child was born alive at the place
and time on the date stated. James L Shepherd

2.

Children begin to underst
Little JohnnyThere's a fire in your heart tonight.
Frozen still and yet it's burning bright.
Broken with fear but anxious to fight.
You know that victory is within your sight.

But how did you get here?
You were only a grunt six months ago,
Shedding your final tear.

Not much of a winner...
You poured all of your heart out,
Looking for better.

But now your life is at stake,
From decisions you made.
And now your wondering,
If it was worth it...

But I'm telling you we rise... and fall.
But to prove your a man you endured it all.
You step up with the risks... you take.
But don't ever regret the decisions you make.

But now the danger has you scared.
A litt
FirefliesFireflies

Their lights flickered across the air,
my eyes flashing my child-like wonder.
My feet moved on their own accord
and my hands reached out,
trying hard to capture one.
They floated freely passed me,
just escaping my determined hands.
I took a moment to stop,
scanning across the air,
and taking in their beauty.
They sprinkled the air like
blinking stars visiting the earth.
My hazel eyes brightened further
when one floated just close enough
for me to reach out again
and capture it confidently.
I cupped my hands,
looking at the small creature.
Its movements tickled me,
but it only lasted a few moments.
As it flew away
ba
Juliet's DisavowalI guess when it came down to it
we were tapestries of decent craft
my design too high strung and bound
for your liberation in the draft

When the seconds break down
in my solitary and content mind
it all feels like one sweet dream
a paradise that I could never find

I cannot tell you what snapped
there are no reasons I could say
but the one moment it all came apart
and the affection began to fray

Sometimes I hear Sinatra singing
in my head and in my soul, he echoes
words of a young love, that
chose to die young, I suppose

When he sang of that heaven
that heaven that I have never known
it still is the one solitary truth
among this graveyard
Bitlets 52You say the same phrase about great minds
that I say about straw scarecrows.
This Bridge Falls TonightI can hear Jerelyn stomping up the front porch before I see her, and I know it's her because she's the only one in town who still wears any shoes with a heel.  She claims that she likes to keep some normalcy to her life, though I can't remember the last time I saw someone without bare feet at the brothel.

"I know you're in there, Keeghan!" she shouts, pounding her fist on my front door.  Thank god I've got the blinds drawn, or she'd be trying to break the window open.  "I can smell your cigar burning from out here!"

I instinctively tap some excess ash into the glass tray nearby before deeply inhaling the smoke.
With love, from the shadows of my mindI write this to you, my love, from a cage.
The unfortunance of fate has left me in the dark, again.
The last twist of reality has dissolved before my eyes.
And I black out every awakened second.
So I can focus on this.

There is no way out.
There is no tool, no utensil to escape this wretched euphoria.
The reason why I draw the courage to draw the blood from my own pores.
And write this letter to you, while I fade.
I know when to die, when to lose hope, but you shouldn't, my love.
Because I know that somewhere in that infernal abyss of a heart, I'll survive.

I don't know where I am.
I don't know what day it is.
Like a cathedral o
-Playing with fire.

No, literally.

Ouch.
Love Spelled Out in GalaxiesWe watched the stars,
As they danced,
Lit up the sky in bright white light –
Faded back like a feeble cough.

Nothing unordinary,
Just a field with two beating hearts.
stars and sky above a brilliant cape,
Writing their own destiny.

A silk cloak in black,
Starlight shining holy on skin,
Fireflies like a crown round my head,
Dawn the wings on your back.
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I Love You I Hate You

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I love you.

Sure, I do... when I stop being addicted to reading.

I hate you.

... That sounds much better.

But when I'm not with you, my curiosity is sparked, and you envelope my mind. Yet when I'm with you, I think you are the most pompous human being I have ever laid eyes on.

So, then, why when you told me you were in love with me, my heart inflated and I was crying tears of joy and pure, unadulterated happiness?

I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. Those were the only words I could think of. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.

And finally I make a decision. I looked him directly in the eyes and said: Kiss me you idiot.

He kisses me with a passion I never knew he had, and our souls, hearts and fates entwine with that one moment of passion.
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I hope you all like this. Its an idea for a story.

Here's a similar poem to mine by ~Avatar-720: [link]
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=MummyWriter Mar 26, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I really like this. As with most of your work, it's so true. I totally understand the sentiment of hating and loving someone at the same time.
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~DeathLife97 Mar 26, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
thanx i will always speak the truth :)
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Mood: Joy ~RoninSensai Jan 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Relatable in some ways. I think everyone loves certain things about people and hate other aspects, but we tend to look past those flaws if we like the person. This is well written, especially the thought process. Good start here for something larger.
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~DeathLife97 Jan 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
thanx thats what i was hoping for :)
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