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Music and YouMusic is you
Every song,
No matter what,
Is a sudden reminder of you
Even if they went unnoticed when I was with you,
I still feel you
And I hate it
Turning to music used to be my past,
But what do I do,
When it's not even possible to go there?
There's pain,
There's longing,
There's memories,
All intensified when music comes on
Doesn't matter the time,
Doesn't matter the place,
Doesn't even matter the kind of music
They're all just constant reminders
Is it because you're percussion?
Do drums in the songs,
Make me think of you?
I do not know,
I will never know
Except when I listen for them
Then I know it's you
I pictur

Nights of PainDying now, stop the presses,

Yet another broken man confesses,

I press the gun to my face,

Just another disgrace,

A splash of blood, another roll of film to replace anew

If only they would have knew,

I'm gone, I'm not strong, I'm weak,

If only they would have heard me speak,

Eyes closing, I'm flying,

Oh god I'm dying,

Life leaving me, leaving everything behind,

Now I can only be a memory to remind,

Only now a stain,

Left to remind those I love of my nights of pain.

A Twisted TaleIt was a dark and stormy night. The type which makes even the bravest of souls ponder his mortality and question the reason of his existence. But tonight was different. For the first time in centuries the terror that was nature was being challenged by mere mortals. They gathered together withstanding angry blows of wind and gushing torrents of rain. The flashing lights and ravaging thunder meant nothing to them. All that mattered was the fact that their King had been assassinated and that their beloved Queen was close to death herself. Apparently the shock had taken its toll on her and she was fading rapidly. And so they gathered in front of

The Moon and IWhere are you?
I'm searching for you,
All alone, except for the blue
Full moon that hangs alone.

The moon and I,
We are alike.
We chase after light,
And never reach our goal.

She chases the sun
In endless circles.
I run and run,
But I can never reach you.

The moon and I,
Each wandering our ways,
We met one dark night,
To be lonely together.

We sat there silently,
And then her hand
Took mine gently,
And we went.

The moon and I,
We set out to sea.
I watched her dark eye
As it filled up with tears

Her salty tears
Filled the salty sea
As her years and years
Of grief tumbled out.

The sky saw her grief
And took pity on

The Day Of Goodbye .The Day Of Goodbye.

M Keehner.

Tired of feeling sick
anytime I think of you.
anytime I think of her.
You're together,
Can't have one without the other.
What am I suppose to do?

What am I?
Nothing but you're side job.
Nothing but a daytime heart throb.
Nothing to you.
Just a midnight issue.
A simple, crying lullaby.

A place to be, a time to go.
Sneaking like a lightless shadow.
When you are with her,
Do you think of me?
Do you think of what you're doing?
Do you see what I see?

I don't know what to think,
what to do or what to say.
Can't voice how I am feeling.
Everything I say sounds cliché.
What I feel has been ok

Beautiful DerailedHer skin was the color of pearls. It was smooth, like porcelain, but softer. She was beautiful. Her eyes were cold blue, an ice that entrapped everyone in its wake. She froze me.

The train derailed in a split second, falling off the bridge. The carriage hit the water, and her head smashed through the glass. Teardrops of blood appeared on her face, and she slid into unconsciousness.

I had never seen her before that day, but when I did, the world stopped. My duties, my fealty, my purpose was washed away by her grace. She mattered. Nothing else did.

See, I am meant to carry souls to The Great Beyond when they become too heavy for this world t

Blondes Can't Be PerfectYour hair reminds me of shoelaces,
But don't worry.
Everyone's does.

When you were first born,
Your roots must've been white as an angel's wings
And just as perfectly interlaced
With one another.

And, in correspondence with your childhood friends,
I am sure
You must've had
That "new shoe" smell.

Your friends' hair
Have since then taken on the various shades and textures
Of red, brown, and black.
Their shoelace-hair
—Frayed at the ends by now—
Has become spattered with blood,
Learned to wear dirt as a second skin,
And has been lost in the inkiness of city grime.

It's obvious your hair has no knowledge of such

mending a broken heartIt's patched up, they're all patched up, the wounds and holes in my skin. The stitches are blue, green, yellow, orange, purple, red and many other colors I don't even know their names. I try to learn to smile again, after I clean up the mess I've made. It feels awkward. It feels different, for a change.

I hold on to the wall first, to stand on my own two feet. I start panting. I start shivering. The wall is a good support. It holds my limp posture straight. A great shoulder to lean on, even when I don't need to cry. It doesn't ask me anything in return and stands there in silence, not asking questions, not judging me. It's all I need right n

Untitled ForeverI'm always looking up, looking down,

But all anyone can ever see is my frown, my thorny crown,

I get swallowed down just to get spit back up,

When is it ever going to be enough?

Ripped to shreds,

Bound to addiction of meds,

I feel empty, discontent,

I can only await your cruel intent,

My mind is crushed and your plant your evil seed,

So you can laugh as I start to bleed,

My heart stops and all I know is gone,

All I think think to myself, is why it took this long..

I'm That GirlI'm that girl who will dance during the middle of the night just because she feels like it.
I'm that girl who would never get rid of the things she loves.
I'm that girl who lends an ear whenever it is needed.
I'm that girl who sits in the corner and dreams instead of doing her homework.
I'm that girl who has some of the best friends in the world.
I'm that girl who takes real life situations and places them into a tale.

I'm that girl who prefers to stay at home and read instead of going out partying.
I'm that girl who talks of drugs and alcohol but knows she wouldn't get involved.
I'm that girl who would jump in front of a bullet for t

I envy her soEvery time I read her words
I'm left with shivers or
awe inspiring warmth-
transmitting signals
down my curving spine.

Delicate or harsh,
my words in comparison
seem like broken wings
severed from bird bodies
while hers float on complete eagles.

Fact or fiction,
words of intrigue pound my sternum
and I cannot compare
to the way she reaches
into the chest and plays melodies.

She tremors ventricles.

Too SmallAlone.
A word far too small
to describe the emptiness
that it entails.
Far too small
to embody the pain
it causes.
Pain.
Another word
not nearly big enough.
Alone
and in pain,
I'm incapable
of breathing.
I'm wondering
if a reason exists:
a reason for why
I hide,
a reason for why
I step on my own toes.
I had a chance
with you:
you overlooked
my flaws,
my reputation,
my abrasive demeanor.
You offered me security,
and I ran
like a coward
into the arms of promiscuity
and isolation.
I turned my back
on the one person
who tried to save me.
And I don't know
how to save myself;
I don't even know
if I deserve

Esperanza "Hold on." The Latina skater told his friends. She watched him draw nearer. She held her child close, huddling into the concrete wall. He crouched in front of her. She remained still, hoping he would think her asleep. She felt the infant moving. It began to bawl. She began bouncing her arms and crooning to quiet the young girl. "Hey, there's a chica under there!" He grinned. "What are you doing here, mamasita?"
"Waiting for a train." She replied quickly.
"You been waiting for a while, I seen you when we were here this morning. What's this pretty girl's name?" He asked, smiling at the fussing baby.
"I don't know. I found her

Yellow Brick RoadWhen I think of all these eyes have seen
I know they've seen too much

Tin boxes built on whiskey bottles
With little voices all sewn shut
Angry tempers flare inside
Domestic violence erupts

But step outside
Only to find
the city eagerly awaits

Where merciless streets of urban decay
Exploit and devour the weak
Even when there's nothing to give
There's always something to take

Falling victim to the environment
Less you find an escape
Ending up in working class America
(Where the ends don't always meet)

Discovering the one you love
Shows colors of deceit
Finding dark places of the mind
Where you collapse in defeat

Until

But NOTWe were best friends. Been so for 5 years.

But I crossed the line, I fell in love with you.

I thought I saw the signals. Thought my feelings weren't one-sided. I swear the blush and the hidden glances were there.

So I confessed my love to you, decided to stop playing hide and seek, and fell hard to the floor. I guess you can't hide what you don't have.

I hated you so much for misleading me with those incredible eyes of yours. I've been hating you since then, and yet I'm broken up inside, still loving you.

Now my hair is long, I wear high-heels and short skirts; because once you told me that's what you like, when you would still talk to m

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Love Is Harsh

by ~RavenfeatherForever, Aug 17, 2010, 6:05:25 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

You tell me to hold your hand
You swear you will never let go
I put all my faith into you
You have never let me down
I love you so much I would never doubt you

But I was stupid to trust you
I held your hand
And when the world began to crumble, you let go
You let me fall
You let me be buried amongst the rubble

Why was I so foolish?
Why couldn't I see it?
Why... would you do this?
How could you do this?
I thought you loved me
I thought wrong

So here I lay
Broken and buried
Yet not a bone in my body was snapped
But my heart is torn and bloody
It hurts so much
There is no light at the end of this tunnel
And in the end
It doesn't matter
I can't help it

After the abuse you put me through
And all the pain you gave me
And after you tore my heart out
I still love you
I know I always will
I just can't help it
Some love is forever

So go ahead and kick me
Bury me
Break me down to my knees
I will only endure the abuse
Because I love you
I would never hurt you like you did to me
And I don't care if you call me a fool
Because you are the fool
For ever loving me

Love Is Harshby ~RavenfeatherForever

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Wow I managed to do that in about 5 minutes

No I am not emo depressed xD. I did not break up with barbie or anything

I guess I just had some random inspiration.

Hope you like~

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*TheFinalHikari Dec 28, 2010 Writer

Thank you for submitting to the Critique Folder at

The title alone of this piece is striking true; there is a great deal of poetry dedicated to the topic of love. There always has, there always is, and there always will be, but it's the darker interpretations of the topic such as this one that often prove for the more interesting read.

You did a good job with the flow of this piece. It was well written and easy to read. Keep up the good work! Your writings are always welcomed at #Writers--club!

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~skateremochik Dec 17, 2010 Student Traditional Artist

I hope you don't mind Raven, but I'm going to use this in a picture for a friend of mine. I think this is exactly what she needs. She just got brutally broken up with by her boyfriend (I say brutally because of him {effectively} cheating on her and MY ex whispering in his ear to dump her) I will be sure to credit you.

~RavenfeatherForever Dec 18, 2010

ok, thats fine ^^

~skateremochik Dec 23, 2010 Student Traditional Artist

Thanks so much! I will be sure to upload the final product and send you a link.^^

!Tami-lioness Sep 16, 2010

It's very emotional, I like it!!!!

~AngelofGod87 Aug 28, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

I do like...

~RavenfeatherForever Aug 28, 2010

thanks o:

~AngelofGod87 Aug 28, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome.

~sunleaf3 Aug 18, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

this is amazing. Its so sad though!

*twinkels Aug 18, 2010

Could have a writing of me, cause I have been there and I am still in there, but I have to let go

You think you know somebody, so you trust him!!

Wonderful words

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