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Dreamer of DreamsEyes so green – deeper than the seas and with
Thoughts so far away; she was the dreamer of all dreams.
They told her she couldn’t succeed
Yet she tried and tried.
And eventually fell victim
To the abuse and lies.

Her smile held beauty that none could compare, but her
Confidence was shaken and she was struck with despair.
For the words that they had spoken
Got lost inside her head.
To the world she was alive,
But in her heart she was dead.

She found solace in a friend whose name we all know:
Crack cocaine became her lover and it became her foe.
Now she felt she had done
What they said she would do.
“Not only am I a failu

When you demand it.When I was a little girl
my mother used to tell me
"you will not understand
the magnitude of what you've said
until you've said it."

And, as promised,
I have come to tell you: I've said it.

I have come to tell you
I felt the vibrato
coax my deepest bones:
an immortal vex, a cage
of everything alive beneath my flesh;
the things that will stay alive
after everything alive in my body
has turned to ash.

I have come to tell you
I felt the magnitude build
in my chest like the flapping
of birds, dead things
I assumed would never
breathe life, that I would never
understand what it is like
to choke on their tiny bones
while I trip over my words.

I

lets take a trip down memory lane.I don't understand why
people are so afraid of monsters
if monsters have always lived inside your mind.
You make my heart bleed,
it's like your my favorite ghost.

Don't you worry child,
I'll come to steal your soul away at midnight.
(Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.)

I'm so happy,
'cause today I found my friends-
they're in my head.

It's true that romance is dead,
I shot it in the chest,
then in the head.
(Dream, dream your broken dream,
I'll come for you again.)

What Else Can You Say?There are two types of sadness.

One that you just ignore, and power through. You go out with your friends, you eat, you laugh. You celebrate the gift that is life. Happiness returns quickly.

The other... you let consume you. You lock yourself away, and turn off your phone. You cry, and don't stop. You denounce the turmoil that is life. Happiness returns slowly, even though you don't think it will.

Inevitably, for both, the 'metaphoric' sun will shine again, drying up the puddles - or sometimes floods - that have fallen from the storm known as "depression" and the hurricane known as "life".

That's kind of a ridiculous thing to say, isn't i

The Pixelated Mani am just a single pixel,
a tiny dot on the digital canvas of my life,
a speck of grey in a sea of color,
a whirlpool of life and frivolity,
yet the sea is far away,
i am but a single pixel on a blank canvas,
a single pixel can never see a bigger picture,
yet somehow i am okay this way,
a single solitary pixel,
and yet all the same i cling to hope,
i hope that one day i will be joined by other pixels,
so that we may form a beautiful picture,
a special little masterpiece

Your Skin to that BladeYour Skin to that Blade

You take your skin to that blade
That thin piece of sharp metal
To go beneath your skin.

That moment when you feel that rush
The rush of a red river
flowing down your wrist
The release of your demons.

Weather it's across the stream
or down the street
That first slice becomes an addiction
Addiction of ecstasy when you
bring your skin to that blade.

The next day people are asking you
"Why are you wearing a long sleeve shirt in this weather"
with your reply of "I'm just cold."
When you fill your wrists with bracelets
or the “my cat scratched me” excuse.

You will say anything believable just so
yo

lostI see them slip one by one, all my dreams

Try so hard to catch them, but they dance away it seems.

I don’t want my friends to be my only source of hope

I don’t want to hurt myself anymore just to cope.

This life hasn’t turned out the way I wanted it to be

I’m scared of a future I’m not sure I want to see.

Everyday I feel more confused, feel even more lost

I want to die but I’m not sure if its worth the cost~

Have you seen that girlHave you seen that girl
With the yellow clothing
Running around, making too much noise?

I’m afraid I haven’t
I’ve seen the girl in blue though
She was calm, yet seemed troubled

What’re you talking about
I’ve only seen the girl in black
Packed with danger, yet kept to herself

Ah, were you guys just talking about me?

They all turned
To find the girl
The color they each want to see
For she is nothing
But
A mirror
That shows what you want to see
But never
Revealing the hidden part inside

WHAT WILL I LEAVEWHAT WILL I LEAVE

the fear of being
alone and afraid
after all this an
insecure man is made
will they leave me
alone before die
when I'm gone
will anyone cry
I start to think
what I would do
if you were gone
would I fade too
will they see a
dark ghost of me
a lone grave stone
what will they see
I always wear my
fear on my sleeve
when I finally die
what will I leave

PoetryWords of a silver tipped tongue
Rhymes of over emotional young.
Tales of unrequited loves
Symbols with crows and doves.

Ink of mournful tears
Mixed of adolescent fears.
Bars of a hateful cage
Crafted of blinding rage.

Memories of the glorious past
Times of joy that can't last.
Fantasies of dreams so sweet
Realities of tragic defeat.

VoiceSometimes, you want to tell people things. You don't want to keep it all inside anymore...then you gather the courage to do so, only to have them suddenly do something that makes you feel like "Oh, things are going to go back to normal. It will be okay." Though, you know that's not true. You become an empty shell of who you are. You feel hollow, but that can't be. You still feeling that pain, right? There's has to be something there, something you can fix. There's still time!

So many tears. So much effort. So little time you have on this Earth. What's the point now? You can't do anything. You've already lost. Head tilted as you look dazed in

UntitledIt is time to say goodbye
You cannot handle the distance between us
Though we meet and touch every single day
You sensed that I was distant half of the time
I don’t want you to know why
I don’t want you to understand
Do not think of me and
Do not say that you love me

I might just love you back

Strength...Strength..It's something we all have.
But Strength,is something we all have to earn,work hard for,and want.
Strength.We all have our strong points.And our weak points.
Strength.It's something that gets us through a tough day.
Strength.It gives us the right to be who we choose.
Strength.To fight every battle that comes our way.And we won't go down so easily.
Strength.Motivating the fallen and raise their hopes to fight again.
Strength.It's something that lays deep beneath our souls and hearts.We need to let it push to the outer core and let it shine.
Strength.It's our hopes,friends,family,and our way of life.
Strength.It gives you the urge to do whats right.
Strength.We all have it.Let it shine through the veil of darkness that shadows us constantly.
Strength.It's stronger than a blade.It keeps our minds sharp
Strength.It's the thing that lets us keep our heads up high.To show our superior love.Life.Soul

12 a.m.12 a.m.
And her mind wanders.
She tends to think about
something that happened 5 years ago,
or something that happened
two hours ago,
or something that could
happen 10 years from now.

Her mind is like a hurricane,
it's a wreck.
It's full of beautiful yet awful thoughts.
It's 1 a.m.
And her mind
continues to wander.

The Porcelain Shieldof porcelain so bloody,
chipped and battered,
rusted firm from eons past,
the blood streaks like tears down its eyes,
like magic in the mirror,
reveals the crystal tears it cries,
my mask it is so beaten,
from years of bitter lies,
it used to be so perfect,
but now it slowly dies,
the cracks they show so clearly,
displayed so all can see,
revealing beneath the surface,
a broken, lonely me

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it's death

by ~NatsuTheNinza, Apr 26, 2012, 10:45:59 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Urban & Spoken Word

My body gets cold.
I feel numb.
I can't breath.
i see how darkness surrounds me...
I feel something cold.
Someone keeps my hand.
i look up.
i see him.
So dark.
No emotion.
But still.
He seems to be only one who i can trust.
He is always here.
Always.
Now..i feel nothing.
It's good.

it's deathby ~NatsuTheNinza

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Urban & Spoken Word

wut is this shit? don't even ask xD

i just want to put here something which i write. for a first time and maybe last xD

SORRY FOR BAD ENGLISH!

~1DarkAngel3 Nov 1, 2012 Student Writer

Dark deep poetry.. I like it..

~NatsuTheNinza Nov 1, 2012

heh, thnx! x3

~1DarkAngel3 Nov 1, 2012 Student Writer

your welcome :3

!KoiraHaniPaco Apr 26, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

EI VIDDU MAKE TAASKO HOMMISSAAN :--DDDD

~NatsuTheNinza Apr 26, 2012

VIDUN MAKE YAIS JÄÄHÄ PYSYÄKSEEN :--DD

!Burtonized Apr 26, 2012 Hobbyist

Death, we all love u 8(( Reaper is your son, graveyard is your empire, dark is your side.

Ihana teksti ! <3

~NatsuTheNinza Apr 26, 2012

yeah u3u <3

aww, kiitush! x3

!Burtonized Apr 27, 2012 Hobbyist

Np ! X3

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