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Red spilled on the floor
My bleeding self behind the door
My hair streaked in blood
Body caked in the red mud
Chains holding me
Not like I don't see them
Acting oh so prim
Damn them all!
These bloody chains forbid me to fall
They cradle me sweetly
Holding me neatly
Until my blood smoothes the walls
Or until a hero comes to call
I'll be tied up in these chains
Praying that I'll go insane
Because sanity kills
And I have too solid a will
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listen to... by bathroom-psycho listen to... :iconbathroom-psycho:bathroom-psycho 3 4
Your smiles,
Your sweet shape,
I trace them all
Each one burned into place
All leading to what belongs to us both.
Oh how much different are those days,
All the senses are wide awake,
Almost to the point of overwhelming,
Making the breath quicken and catch.
If only you realized the sway you have upon me
How much this heart longs to grant every wish
Yours could ever make.
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Do you see me hiding?
Do you see me lying?
Do you hear me crying?
Do you hear me sighing?
I'm sorry that I'm hurt
I'm sorry that I'm burnt
None could be more sorry than I
Though no one knows exactly why
I'm so sorry that I'm Touched
I'm so sorry that I'm rushed
I know I'm imperfect
Why must you hurt it?
I never meant for this to be
But that you will never see
I am a sheep in wolves' skin
A stranger to my own kin
Where do I belong?
That is what I long
People speak of it
But it is never bliss
Home is where the heart is
So does that mean I'm homeless?
My heart slunks through the grass
I see nothing in the looking glass
My heart walks the sky
Only to bring tears to my eyes
Oh home oh home
A place I have always known
But I am lost in a desert
Gone from equal to lesser
So many questions
So little lessons
Pain draws near
I have no fear
Pain is now a friend
It no longer seems a sin
Where I stumble
Is where I mumble
The woes of my tears
Onto unseen ears
On those who never listen
To those that n
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Gunblade SE-888: Zion_pic 1 by kurayamiryu888 Gunblade SE-888: Zion_pic 1 :iconkurayamiryu888:kurayamiryu888 64 32 Crushed by infinitewants Crushed :iconinfinitewants:infinitewants 8 16 northern lights moon by ssilence northern lights moon :iconssilence:ssilence 2,135 318 You worthless beast... by pupukachoo You worthless beast... :iconpupukachoo:pupukachoo 9,568 1,239 Heartless by RedDeath1888 Heartless :iconreddeath1888:RedDeath1888 751 119 COOL POKEMON. by x--blackrose--x COOL POKEMON. :iconx--blackrose--x:x--blackrose--x 4,569 212 Fallen Angel by Nataly-B Fallen Angel :iconnataly-b:Nataly-B 108 66 another bass by tobiee another bass :icontobiee:tobiee 9,820 1,165 purple by tobiee purple :icontobiee:tobiee 8,283 731 Final Fantasy: Moogles by indiochink Final Fantasy: Moogles :iconindiochink:indiochink 2,409 625 Final Fantasy fan-stuff by amrrr Final Fantasy fan-stuff :iconamrrr:amrrr 2,118 300

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Painfully aware
that it is you moving around
collecting your things
preparing to leave
while I sleep
fitfully, having been up a long time
though, it's probably best
if you go
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a jumble of confused words
rallied around an emotion
that changes quite constantly
a quick surge of anger
burns out to reveal
a lost and wandering confusion
that finally finds itself
stuck inside its own raincloud
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I put it on the shelf
out of reach, out of sight
Surely not out of mind.
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Musing v.31032009
We grow, and we change.
We change as we grow, and we slowly make our way across life. Instead of all the metaphors that I could use, I will simply say that we grow to overcome our problems. That or we grow as we overcome our problems. The appearance of problems is directly related to our growth. Real or just percieved, getting over them leads to growth.
The problem that the surmounting of one problem only reveals a new one, one that was more formidable than before, and we can't do anything but face it, rather than be crushed by it. It's ok though, to fall back a bit, to retreat and regroup. And you are not alone. You have a wealth of information available to you, (not wikipedia) but within the people that you know, and those that you don't. The cyclical nature of life, not just within a single lifespan, but within multiple spans does not mean that life is meaningless and everything has been done before. It means that there exists a wealth of knowledge for us to draw upon and use when t
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Going through the robotic motions
seemingly lifelike
till upon closer inspection
the assembly line production
becomes apparent in the movement
under the costume of a soft skin
under the misillusioned theories of creativity
striving for something
more than human experience
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He was incoherent and babbling
a picture portrait for confusion
He was secure but scrambling
a cereal box model for delusion
He soon left as all things do
it didn't matter in the least
he was just my reflection
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Lost in things I cant comprehend
just that kid who didn't want to grow up
blocking out the things I couldn't handle
collapsing on me in a moment of weakness
Where did all my strength go?
When did I start being like this?
Lost in things bigger than I am
a refusal to accept responsibility
running from it since I was younger
when it was forcibly put on me
Where did it all fall apart?
When did I stop being the mature one?
Lost in childish devotion
unable to accept that things change
fearing the things I can't predict
permeating each second
I just fell apart
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Once upon a time, when I little, I would try to catch butterflies. With my own hands, no nets or traps or anything. Having many more facets in their eyes, as well as being more perceptive to changes in air pressure and the wind, such an act is fairly difficult. But like any curious 9 year old, you press on anyway, and maybe you get lucky. Today was a purple day. Small, triangular. Maybe you know about it, I just know that I grabbed it and put it into a plastic container.
The problem with catching butterflies is that they're very delicate. You can't catch them well with your hands to begin with, and when you do, you probably shouldn't have. I'm pretty sure I damaged its wings when I caught it, took off a patch of the miniscule scales that cover its wings.
So the moral of the story is not that you have to let it free, or that you shouldn't try to catch butterflies, which represent "freedom" or anything. Or that, we are butterflies, and life catches us and damages our wings. That would be
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back and forth
back and forth
like the curves of a sine wave
or the tracks of an underground train
inside the tunnel
lights flicker as we pass them by
the sky hides
It's too early for this.
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Unfamiliar room
rough carpet
small blanket
a hazy dream
wasn't pleasant
wake up to a sing-song tone
take a few train rides home
a deluge of hot water
tape on my arm
different from yesterdays rain
1.50 for a wash
another for a dry
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It's late
the clock reads 1 am
and you're still up
unsightly shadows cast over the lawn
scary thoughts served
with just a hint of paranoia
a sprinkling of unseen noises
and you run back inside
because it's dark
on the outside.
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A series of
red lights and rain
a quiet drive
contemplating something, anything
water drops slide down the window
leaving a lonely trail of water
next to all the other lonely trails
wumph wumph wumph wumph
they try to push the water away
At the driveway I wrap my stuff
put it on the rock next to me
and sit.
The lady walking by doesn't see
too intent on what's ahead
the lady coming to my door
paid to advertise in the rain
says, "Do you live here"
I suppose my stuff is here
but I'd rather it all go away
Crumpled notes on random paper
"Is that a poem?"
"No, just some things I had to write down."
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Some people can't say what's right in front of them. You can't see something that's far away, and as it gets closer it becomes more defined, but like holding your hand up to your face, at a certain point, the closer it gets, the more the lines blur and it becomes harder to see what's there.
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Delirious, composed of little sleep
2, 3 hours at best
A little less perhaps
stumbling through the hallways
moving out of sheer gravity
more than any force of will or desire
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step forward, fall a bit
catch yourself
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rinse repeat rinse repeat
drift close to the wall
don't fall asleep.
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The machination of a society
All alone
In the silence of their thoughts, fear
In the sound of the noise, comfort
It’s nice to not be alone
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Painfully So
Painfully obvious
even hiding it like I always do
something's wrong
but it's nothing at all
rather not tell anyone anyway
too proud too strong
too weak inside too scared
I'd rather be
a cynical asshole who thinks he knows more than he does
a whiny adolescent kid anyway
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How could I feel/think/live something for so long, and then when it actually happens, reject/deny/refuse it?

Maybe she's lying through her teeth. Maybe I'm delusional.

*I don't check in here often, but here's a snippet. And to all the people I might owe a comment, a post, anything, don't hold your breath.


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Fading-Rain Featured By Owner May 25, 2008
You are graduating at 16?

I just turned 16...!
*feels silly*
sarahs0001 Featured By Owner May 6, 2008
Hey Zoklar
what's up? ^_^
dragontamer1127 Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
ooh youu.
turbonargile Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2008
thanks for the +fav!! :D
Zoklar Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2008
No prob.
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