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Wonder.Do you fear your own death?
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.

Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.

Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.

But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.

It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...

I'm afraid of how I'll
Live...

Hurts Like HeavenOh. My.
God, it hurts like heaven;
Longing for all your affection,
Every bit of your attention,
You're a divine intervention.
In this life that's turned to hell.

I can't help it when I reminisce,
In moments that are just like this,
I remember when we had our kiss,
And now how much I really miss,
You...

The times when we weren't separated,
Were the best memories that I've created,
To reunite is long awaited,
I feel like I'm incarcerated,
In my own personal hell.

I can't help it when I think of you...
I hope one day we'll say "I do."
But for now I have to struggle through,
Until the day I get to you...

It won't be long, lov

If Ever I Lost YouWhat weighs on your mind?
What's taking up your time?
You tell me not to worry and you swear you're really fine

Please open up to me
Tell me of your fears
You know I'll kiss the scars and I'll wipe away your tears

Don't keep it to yourself
You know you're not alone
I couldn't live my life without you ever coming home

I'd be so lost inside
I wouldn't recognize
The person that I see in the reflection of your eyes

Just tell me you're okay, and that you love me too
I don't know what I'd do
If ever I lost you…

Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?

Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.

A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now

HurricaneI don't really know
How all of this came to be
When I already know
She can do better than me

I feel like she's the desert
And whenever I hold her hand
I realize that makes me
Nothing more than a grain of sand

I can't help but ask myself
How is it that she's with me?
I'm just a mess when I'm alone
And I'm fucking up constantly

She's amazing...
In every way, shape, and form
Like the calm of the night
Or like the eye of a storm

(And if that storm were to break...)

I always have the thought
That if people were rain
l would be just a drop
And she'd be the hurricane...

PillsHere's a pill for my broken heart,
A pill for my body parts,
I can never again call holy.
One for each day where I slowly,
Die again, again, and again.
And then,
A few more for each jail visit,
A handful as an alternative for the razors that used to sit,
On my wrist.
Half a bottle for all of the lies.
A bit more just so I can get by.
The rest for all of the tears and blood shed.
Oops, I'm dead.

Wasted tears, Wasted yearsThese tears i've cried
Are bitter when tasted
My time is wasted
On people who don't care
Who weren't there
And certainly aren't here now
To witness how,
She fell
Her color and vibrancy drained dry

Cocaine heartI just ride
Slowly into the night
Wind in my hair
I'm driving nowhere
Mile after mile
I slowly ride
Enjoying my life
Life on the road
I keep dreaming on

No one to stop me
No one to say I live my life wrong
So I keep on driving
Searching for the parts of my soul
Day after day, night after night
I'm living it on the wild side

Perfectly balanced and matched
This cocaine heart of my life
One hundred percent pure
Loaded completely with fuel
Beating with rhythm of a psycho
Trembling like leaf under the wind
Who cares how fast I am driving
This crazy life belongs to me

No map to be followed
No goal to be reached
No today, no tomorrow
I'm jus

Tornado Of HellWhen it rains it pours,
Our brittle souls can't take anymore.
Death pounding at the door,
As if it was an angry neighbor.
Gradually it busts the door down,
Not making a scene or sound.
Escaping out of your chest,
Doing the best,
To be a tornado made of hell.
Doing well,
At hurting the surroundings.
You're running,
Meaning to show the scars,
But it has gone too far,
As you begin to burn everything in you path.
Other's still can't do the math.
They blame you,
Everything you do,
An excuse,
Can't be made.
The scars....Do you even want them to fade?

LockedLocked

So long ago
I've been trying to escape
Giant walls grow bigger
In my place

There is not place for anyone else
Just loneliness and myself
Heavy air is what I breathe,
Heavy tears are what I expect

Lonely whispers surrounding me
Adding more weight to my chest…
This pain around me is so dense,
It can be cut with a blade

Thousands of swords are falling
Willing to hurt where they can…
Painful cries are drowned,
By cruelty herself

Long I've been running
From here, to there…
Locked in a concrete prison,
Locked in a trees jail…

What is the difference
Between being alone here, and being alone there?
I am a captive in this

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Still Together.Still here together, but at the very edge
Only one more step will take us over the ledge
We can never go back, but we can't move ahead

Not even if we want to
Not even if we beg

Still here together, though we're standing apart
Feeling every little thing as it's piercing my heart
I want to go back, but I can't get out of the dark

Not even if I want to
It's just way too damn hard

Still here together, but I've been feeling so alone
I feel you slipping away, I'm losing all that I've known
I never wanted you to leave, I'm screaming out 'No!'

Can you even hear me?
Please...
You don't have to go...

Waiting.Just another lost soul
Still wondering who I am
Wondering
How do I fill this hole
That you left when we began

Searching for something
That I've barely ever known
Somewhere I belong
A place to call my home

No...

Home was with you
Wrapped in your arms all day
And I know it was you
Who pulled me out of harms way

But now I'm on my own
I really need you here
Tell me, where did you go
I'll make it perfectly clear

I'm never moving on
But I'm never looking back
I'm waiting right here for you
And that's a matter of fact.

All I've GotI haven't seen you in a while...
Or felt your touch
Heard your voice
There's just too much...

My heart's been put through this trial...
Too many times
But I push through
You still are mine...

And I try to hide behind a smile...
But I think of you
I get dragged down
What should I do..?

It seems that mile after mile...
I want to stop
But I can't
You're all I've got...

Still EmptyI try so hard to be
All of those things you need
I won't look inside of me
Cause I fear that
I'm still empty

Taking a moment, forget how to breathe
I'm my only opponent as I fall to my knees
Looking at you, all the things that I see
Could they really be true, or is it just me

There's nothing I won't do
To make sure this love is true
The doubt never crosses my mind
I know that you will be mine

Taking a breath and I'm holding it in
Take a step forward, let's let love begin
I've waited forever just to press to your lips
Holding you close as I taste your kiss

But I don't know how to
Be all those things you need
Cause when I lo

Born To Walk AwayIt's so hard to take in
Everything, with no time to react
You've got me suffocating here
With this wall to my back

I can't move, I can't breathe
(Nothing left here for me)

So when you're here alone thinking
Where the hell was I at
I'll be over here reaching
For this knife in my back

I can't feel as I bleed
(Nothing left here for me)

And I'll cry as I plead
You don't have to leave

Why can't you just stay

But no-

You were born to walk away...

But Nobody KnowsI can't tell my

Tears from the rain
The hurt from the pain
My life from this game
It's all just the same

And it hurts me so badly
That you're so mad at me
I can't stop me from breaking
My hands are still shaking

Knees are so weak
I can't stay on my feet
So I fall to the ground
And I hope to be found

It's this feeling inside me
That I've never missed
It corrodes and divides me
Puts scars on my wrist

It controls and divides me
Fuels the fire inside me
Destroys all I make
Creates all my hate

I'm not that one in a million
The diamond in the rough
I'm just one more person
Who's finally had enough

Of hiding from hurt
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Acceptanceby ~Invoking

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Visual & Found Poetry

I hate knowing all the answers on the test, but purposely failing so people won't make fun of me for being a 'nerd'. I hate having to hide the fact that I'm a poet at heart from my best 'friends' because they're jocks and poetry is 'lame' to them. I hate it when my parents feel like they need to scream for me to understand anything. I hate being different. But I can't help that I am.
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This is, once again, an adapted piece from my gallery. "Acceptance" ([link]) is the premiere piece of my gallery and one that I am very proud of. To me, it is the most raw emotion I have ever put into a poem before. And I hope that this adaptation helps those who read it understand that emotion a little better.

I also hope that the veiwers of this piece, both in its original and adapted forms, can find some comfort in the knowledge that they are not the only ones who hurt this way. You are loved <3

The font I used is called "ForbiddenLands"

Background Image: Google Images. Thank you Google <3

*EDIT 1/24/13*
I forgot to mention that there's a little easter egg up there in the right hand corner. My first and last names are there, because that's where I would writet them if I were actually in school. The '3rd Period' is the period I have my literature class in, English 12. I'm a highschool senior. The date on there is just the date when I finished creating this adaptation. That's about it. Your welcome <3

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!nounouisawesome Apr 19, 2013

i except you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
note me lets be friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

*prettyflour Feb 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Hey there,

Prettyflour here on behalf of

with the critique you requested.

After reading this, I checked out "Acceptance" so that I could experience it both ways. For me, I enjoyed this version. At first glance I noticed the lined paper which makes me think of school. I think that lends a nice companionship for the content of the poem. Speaking of the content, I have no doubt that young men and women will find this relatable. I would guess the most people have felt this way in one form or another, at least, I did.

I find the poem successful. The words are powerful and everything you used to make this more visually stimulating (the font, the letter format, the little splotches of ink, ect...) all work well together.

What you did here was, in fact, quite different from the other version for me. And I like the fact that the same set of words had a different feel within each poem. Great job!

I hope this was helpful. Thank you and have a great night!

!TheLunarDragon Feb 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This Critique is on behalf of

I find myself at a loss of words for this piece. I felt my eyes well up... I felt memories of my school years rushing back.... I have felt everything in this poem, and I think a lot of other will too. This is a piece that will resonate well with the majority of its readers, and because of that I find this to be a phenomenal piece of writing.

I could honestly read this poem over and over again, it's that good....
Unlike my colleague I do not have a bias against Prosetry and found this peace to be a gem among the genre, perhaps he should look at this piece as Prosetry's Redemption!

5/5

Bravo!

~Invoking Feb 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much. I am very happy that you took the time to write this and argue the other side. The way it's viewed, and the dynamics of poetry overall, are typically up to the reader, though the writer can only hint in the way it is picked up and recieved by the reader. I thought prosetry was a good way to make it feel more like an authentic thing, like it's happening now, even though it was written a while back. Again, thank you very much.

*shehrozeameen Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I'm here on behalf of #PoeticalCondition to provide my critique

No point talking about Originality and Technique, so I'll skip those.

Vision:

For the experiences that you've had, I do give you credit just to pour yourself out the way that you have. Its raw, and it is definitely something written in a state of dire straits. And, keeping that in mind, its a poem that describes serious emotions and inner turmoil. And you've certainly come a long way....

Impact:

... but I felt nothing in this poem that stood out. Unlike your original, this is hollow. It kills the purpose that the original had.

And mind you, I read both. Frankly speaking, I read the original Acceptance poem three times.... scratch that, four times... and this particular stanza:

I've got my back pressed to the fences...
I'm sorry that I'm such a hinderance...
I long to feel some kind of presence...
Something more than this hated essence..
Suffered from my unjust sentence...
All I ask for from this world...
Is a little bit of pure acceptance...

Reached out to me... that is raw... that was heartfelt.

If this poem that you've written was in that poetic format, with the same font style but in the original's style of presentation, I'd like that. Prosetry didn't help me in liking this poem - it was only a hindrance.

I don't know about anyone else, but that's my take on this poem. The subject matter... is handled well. Its very strong willed.

So here's my score:

Vision: 5
Originality: 5 (since I've felt the same way, its natural)
Technique: 3.5 because you've done well with the layering and the pen-on-paper feeling. The prosetry approach is my own bias towards this poem.
Impact: 4.5

Well done. You still got a 4.5 overall. Its a good poem in any case.

~Invoking Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much for that. Honestly, I wasn't sure about the prosetry either, but I figured I'd give it a shot rather than not and just wonder.

*shehrozeameen Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

put it in poetic form, prosetry doesn't suit it.

Stay happy, cheers.

~menotmyselfori Jan 31, 2013

Ooo, I like this! Especially how you kept the poem in one piece, instead of separating the lines, it really helped pull it together and show how it's a rush of emotion *claps*

~Invoking Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Why, thank you very much~ o3o

~irishtmike Jan 29, 2013

I went from crying to surviving
from almost dying to just surviving
then i started lying and hiding '
it took me a while to get to living
it took a lot of writing before i stopped fighting myself
now i am striving
I am in the light and no more faking
I am giving more than i am taking
If i was you i would be the nerd
Be a wolf, forget the herd
Your holding yourself back when you could fly like a bird
I wish i was a nerd
Poetry is an art and be thankful you can do it because your smart
I know i don't know all the details but slow down to walk with the snails
Be proud of being different and sail
Let the cool kids chase there own tail
While focus on succeeding they fail
Well dude nobody knows your story like you do
The people who wont accept that your different, they don't deserve you

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