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You ended what never started..I wanted to have your love..
I tried to capture it,
touched it with my fingertips.
It brushed along my skin
It was so close, felt so near
I almost had it,
but almost isn't entirely.
And now we're through..

THE WEDDINGShe's waiting for him to come
The man she loved
The same man she hated
Ironic.

Walking through the altar
Feeling every moment
As if there's someone waiting for her
Alone.

At some point she would stop
Down on bended knees
Screaming in agony
Crying.

She would say it loud
His name, over and over
No one hears
Kevin.

She would scorn that name
Give the blame
That very same day
Accident.

Erase your existenceIf you look through someone elses eyes
do you see yourself as you really are?
do you see yourself at all?
Or will it be a fragment of imagination
not breathing at all?
because when you look at yourself through someone elses eyes,
Doesn't that mean you're technically that other person?
and since you're that person
you're no longer the one you were before
wich means you no longer exist..

OverratedI know life is overrated,
and love is all the same
This is the best it'll get..
So don't bother any longer
it's not getting any better

I'll still miss you when you're gone.

Lipstick LiesUpon her lips she paints a story red,
vivid pictures of lies bred-
from the faces she inhabits.

Upon her brow she pencils in lines,
dark secrets hovering above her black eyes,
waiting to be discovered like hidden jungle vines.

When she leaves for the night she becomes a different person,
dancing in clubs where her face changes,
too match those that she disgraces.

Beauty control tips playing on the television,
she spends her money to be fake,
so all the men can take her to the local lake.

Basking in this glory of hers,
she walks around with prada bags,
showing off to all her friends fags.

So upon her lips she paints a story red,

We playI play Romeo and you play Juliet
I play the beast and you play beauty
I play the knight in shining amour while you play the damsel in distress
I play a handsome groom and you play a magnificent bride.

We play two doves madly in love
We play two people willing to die for each other
We play lyrics and rhythm creating one marvelous song.

To Youand it's just not fair..

they all get to spend so much time with you and i'm stuck here wishing you were beside me
and I can't even tell you how much -you- mean to me but trust me, it's alot.
And it scares me how much you influence me; how you can make me extremely happy by just

the simplest things

because I know that means you could hurt me just as easily

How I Met Your MotherAlright, alright. But if I'm going to tell you, I'm starting this story right and no interrupting.

The definition of love is an intense feeling of deep affection; it's when you have a strong emotional attachment to someone, like two earthly magnets of opposite attractions. It's not an easy word to follow; it's not as effortless as putting four letters together like they teach you in kindergarten or how I lay out the events of World War II for you. No, love is… complicated, but it holds this superstitious value where reality ends up being better than the visions you have behind your own eye lids; better than your own dreams. So you're as

The Sailor ManI've never met a sailor man
who when he gazed at me
saw past the shallow tide pools
and instead saw the sea

I've never met a fisher man
who when cast his line in me
hooked the greatest catch of all
and didn't set it free

I've never had a hook in mouth
that's left no scar on me
for every time I prick my cheek
a harpoons shot where heart should be

I know the worms are fake
attached to twenty test
they may be gummy, but I'm a dummy
so every time I bite me best

Betrayal.Let me word this now:

If I ask you why, not how, I am sparing
you the pain of seeing me flare. Let
you vent, play your defense, without
any vitriol from my lips. Just a chance
for us to get past this, call it humility.
Call it taking the piss.

And if I ask you how and not why,
my eyes are not a gateway into redemp.
They are a marionette of resent, for your
pretence and your involvement. Fierce stare,
waiting for the perfect moment to see
your mouth catch fire at my will. Haha.

As if your words could get drier still.

You'll Catch My Tears They'll You'll Catch My Tears, They'll Never Fall

When I think of the memories that have been left, I smile and laugh
The things you taught me and many others
These things are treasured and never forgotten
I miss you, But You'll Catch My Tears They'll Never Fall

I think of about you when I see certain things
Sometimes it hurts sometimes it doesn't
I wanna see you happy as you were
I will do my best not to get into trouble at school
You never liked cheeky kids

As the family cried at the funeral knowing
It was the end I could not stop staring at the coffin
Those gates closed I knew you were gone
I feel you with me always

Sometimes I cry

Merely A TiaraMade for a prince,
thrown to traitors
Mistaken for trash
Treasure found,
& Lost Again

(she never really found herself fitting in the role of a princess)

Rainy DaysWherever you go without me,
Well, of course I'll wish I was there.
Whenever you leave without me,
I try to catch up to no avail.

You're running away so quickly;
I cry because I can't keep up with you.
The song that I am singing,
Sure, it's in my head, but it's of no beat.

Let me take a break, from all this pain;
Let me listen to just the sound of the rain.

What is this melody my footsteps make?

Wherever they go without me,
I can never follow.
Whenever they leave without me,
It's just as simple as me dying.

The tide rises, it's a hurricane;
It's not just a storm anymore.
Don't leave me, I scream.
Don't leave me; but, still yo

Without LoveLiving without you
Is living without a heart
I have to let go

-We've known eachother for ages now,I remember the first day I saw you,
and you smiled, and said "hello". I smiled back, and said "hello".
we've been friends ever since.

We did the most random things, And we spoke of silly things, mostly..
but sometimes you would say deep things, Just like the other day, when you said this:
"I don't want to be writing about things that could've been
I want to be writing about things that have been
Or will be, eventually..
I don't want to live in a world made of what if's,
I want to live in a world of why not's and oh well's
Because I think it's better to regret what you have done,
than to regre

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The whole world was glowing around her, giving her a celestial appearance. He felt like Moses parting the red sea as the crowd split in two while he made a beeline for the empty seat on her left.

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He is real-
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And I am already infatuated.

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by ~xthe-eleanorx, Nov 13, 2010, 5:46:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

i. He looked at me over the tops of his glasses
It was the first time I had truly seen his eyes
And the last

ii. I looked at the coffee stain on his shirt
I didn't want him to see the tears in my eyes
But I know he saw them fall to my feet

iii. I stuffed my hands back in my pockets
I was afraid to look back as I walked out the door
He the one going,
But I felt that I was leaving him

Goodbyeby ~xthe-eleanorx

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

What's this? -Two- deviations in a week? GASP. Aren't I productive? At least in everything not pertaining to school work...
Coffee seems to be a recurring theme. As does glasses. It's really not intentional.
Thoughts? Comments?
Does the last part flow well? I wasn't particularly happy with it, especially the last two lines, they just sounded off to me.
Does it sound well in three different parts? Do they seem to be related well? Or would it be better off as three separate stanzas?

~fallingtodespair Dec 16, 2010

The first three lines are my favourite. I love the way you've put "And the last" on its own, sort of in the middle. I found it made a strong impact with me that way. The first two stanzas tie in really well together. Although there is something about the last four lines that bother me. There is nothing particularly wrong with them - I just felt the rest of the poem had more emotion and these last lines were lacking in them. I feel that the words and imagery needed to be stronger to leave a lasting impression.

~xthe-eleanorx Dec 18, 2010 Student Writer

Thank you! I agree with the last few lines needing to be stronger, I'm still working on editing this.

~express-existence Nov 17, 2010

________? It must just be my lack of poetry connection as to why I don't see the "wonderful" in this. I'm a hard man to please, especially when it comes to writing since this is my passion. As I've told someone recently, I'm indifferent to this piece. It doesn't strike up any emotion within me. It isn't long enough to be mediocre. Short pieces either need to be bam! wow! or they usually flop on the floor in front of me. I'm not even sure where to start here to begin making it better. the diction is mostly vernacular, nothing exquisite there... maybe more description. It isn't touching or drawing the attention of any of my senses. Yeah.. that's a start.

~xthe-eleanorx Nov 17, 2010 Student Writer

Thank you for your feedback I'm always appreciative of negative feedback as well as positive, but most people aren't really brave enough to tell someone that they don't like their art/story/poem/etc.

~express-existence Nov 17, 2010

I agree. I mean, that's the only way to get better. I am 100% honest all the time, especially about how I feel on a piece. Don't take it as a F.U. type of ordeal because it isn't like that at all. Me telling you that it didn't affect me in any way means that you need to make it a stronger piece, and revision makes this possible. If you wish to sit and get more intricate feedback, just send me a note.

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~xthe-eleanorx Nov 15, 2010 Student Writer

Wow, thank you! XD

~SinewsCurse Nov 15, 2010 Student

I really like that. A lot.

~xthe-eleanorx Nov 15, 2010 Student Writer

Thank You!

~MissRose18 Nov 14, 2010 General Artist

I quite enjoyed this. Though the last two lines don't seem to flow as well with each other or the rest of the work than everything else does, but they get your point across.

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