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StressThe unbearable weight,
it crushes me,
holds me down under it.
I try to stand, to rise,
only to fall to my knees once more.
I feel as if someone swept
my feet out from under me.
And there's no one to help me,
no hand reaching,
no arms holding me up.
Feeling so alone,
even among a crowd of friends.
It's not right, I shouldn't feel
this way, this trapped.
It's almost as if I were stuck,
sealed in a coffin, the dirt holding me in.
I'm unseen, unheard.
Trying to be the strong one,
when all I want to do is break down.
To cry and sob and scream,
to let everything out.
For once, I want to be the weak one,
not the c

Sleep ForeverJust want to close my eyes,
want to sleep forever.
Let me escape this pain,
and all the misery surrounding me.
Let all the doubt and
self recriminations melt,
like the ice in late Spring.
I want to let the dark
embrace me,
envelop me,
let it hold me like a lover,
close to the heart.
Either swallow me up,
or avenge me.
Protect me from the outside,
protect me from myself.
Take me away from here,
somewhere far away,
where I can be free,
or let me sleep forever.

Eternally YoursAt times it seems as if
it were only yesterday we met.
The time has passed so quickly,
days, months, even years, becoming
a blur of a shared reality.
Others dream of a love like ours.
Timeless, perfect, true.
Never was there a doubt,
we were meant for one another.
There can be no others,
not for us.
Our hearts, our souls,
so deeply entwined
one about the other,
it would be impossible to know
where one begins,
where the other ends.
All around us, others age,
their love, their beauty
fades, withers and dies
like the roses in winter.
But we do not,
ours is a love to outlast time,
and I will always be...
Eternally

An Awkward DanceYou bow, I curtsy.
Our initial greeting.
The music begins to play.
Glove to glove,
our hands touch.
Careful not to touch
skin to skin,
forbidden to us now.
Candlelight flickers,
shimmering off my hair,
making it seem like fire.
The dance makes us sway,
swirling about
one another.
The other couples
gaze with longing into
each others eyes,
yet we avoid that part.
Balancing on the edge
of the music,
like the sharpness of a blade.
Both denying the knife
that twists in our hearts,
but which is telling the truth?
The music stops,
you bow, I curtsy,
and once more we part.

Finally YoursWe've spent so much time...
so far apart,
longing for each other's touch,
waiting for any chance to talk,
worrying if the other was true,
wondering if our feelings were real.
So many lonely days and nights,
only able to speak through wires.
The sound of your voice,
makes my heart take wing,
and alleviates the darkness,
that which holds me in fear
each moment we're apart...
So many fears,
would you still want me?
when will we be together?
But all that fades away,
at this, the magic moment
we've waited for, so long.
No longer separated by thousands of miles.
Able to touch, to see, to hear
for ourselves at long last

Living In The PastIt still seems so real to me.
All I have to do is close my eyes.
And I can hear your laugh,
the soft words you
used only with me.
The little growl in your voice.
Our song plays behind me,
reminding me of brighter days,
bringing the past back to life.
The joy I felt,
when you said you loved me.
Stolen moments, all alone,
everyone looking for us.
They tried so hard,
wanting to barge in,
jealous of what we had.
Your arms around me,
lips on mine.
The magic I felt with each touch.
Now, with my eyes closed,
I can still hear you,
I can still feel you,
I can still smell you.
Even though,
I know the truth.
You

Conversations With The DeadIt's always the same,
every time we talk,
or rather...
every time -I- talk.
You never say a thing.
Nothing to contribute.
I don't think you even listen,
but then I don't know
that you can hear me...
can you?
On and on, it seems I babble,
starting with hello.
There's never a response.
I tell you how my day went,
all the latest gossip,
all my stellar achievements,
all the crushing blows.
Still there's nothing from you,
as if you were nothing
more than a statue.
Anyone who saw me,
would think me mad,
or talking to myself.
It's rather hard to continue
this...non-relationship?
One way streets are fine,
for car

No SoundI feel like I'm screaming,
yet there's no sound.
The night is so silent,
I want to rip it apart.
Something has to hurt
as deeply as I do.
You promised you'd
never leave me behind.
You swore you wouldn't.
I know you didn't mean to,
but you lied to me.
Three years have passed,
and the pain is still fresh,
still so raw at times.
I know I shouldn't be,
it's not rational,
but I'm so angry at you,
for dying.
I'm so angry with myself,
for not being able to do anything.
How could you leave us?
Are you out there watching?
Do you see the agony
in our hearts?
If I scream loud enough,
can you hear me across the veil

Your WordsA touch, a kiss, a smile.
Your words, encouraging.
Constantly telling me,
how wonderful,
how beautiful,
how talented,
I am.
But am I really?
Or is it just how you see me?
So many moments,
just us two,
no one else around.
You cuddle me,
you kiss me,
you hold me.
Each moment precious.
You say you love me,
every chance you get.
But do you really?
Or is just what you think I want to hear?
How will I ever know?
I guess I'll just have to
take it on faith,
and hope you don't break me.

Gone -Writing prompt 2-Last night I dreamt...
of the day we met,
the courtship that followed,
of our wedding day.
All the happy memories,
which warmed me as I slept.
But when I awoke...
even the sun outside
could not dispell the gloom,
surrounding what was once
our happy home.
Each morning, I awake,
in our bed,
alone, so alone...
Missing your touch,
your smile,
missing the laughter that
so easily graced your deep eyes.
I miss the way you looked at me.
And each morning,
the realization hits me
like a burning arrow to my heart,
you're gone...

The Phantom QueenRaven marked, wolf-bit.
She has set Her sights on me.
Ever is She behind me,
lurking in the shadows.
It will not be Her graceful gentility
I shall see,
but Her cold, dark embrace
I shall feel.
The Phantom Queen calls to me.
I am bound to follow Her,
all the way to the Otherworld.
My flat refusals of Her
are to no avail.
The Morrighan believes in me,
and now it is Her I believe in.
She has washed my armor,
with Her own pale hands.
Only this morning
did I happen upon
the mournful scene.
A baleful look,
in Her dark eyes,
fixed me to the spot.
I could not look away,
morbidly seeing every detail,
removing all d

If I Knew There Was A ChanceI would have scoured the earth,
looking for you,
torn apart every hideout,
destroyed every secret.
There is no where I would not have gone.
Fine clothes, fine cars,
mean nothing,
everything is empty,
songs are hollow.
I am merely an empty shell,
carrying on the tasks of breathing,
pretending I still live,
even though I am dead inside.
Food has lost it's flavor,
there is no color to anything,
the world, without you,
is stark and cold.
Everything seems so dead.
And still I long for you,
I would have followed you anywhere,
even across the veil,
if I knew there was a chance,
however small,
that you might st

Miss You NightsI don't miss you at all,
I keep telling myself I don't.
I don't love you,
not anymore,
I just keep telling myself that,
and maybe someday,
just maybe,
I'll believe it.
But at night,
when the darkness falls,
the loneliness creeps,
into my soul,
into my heart,
and I remember...
everything,
and nothing,
all at the same time.
Wishing for your arms,
wrapped tight about me once more,
the scent of your skin,
spice and musk.
I remember our long walks,
the endless talks,
of what we wanted,
for our future,
of where we would be,
what we would do,
scripting out our dreams,
though they'll never come true

Good ByeIt still seems so hard for me to believe.
It's been almost a decade and an half,
a fortnight, only in years, rather than days.
Since I last heard your laugh,
last saw your smile.
Sharp humor, and a sharper tongue.
A heart of gold in a steel package.
My idol, who I so desperately wanted to please,
and so unerringly seemed to fail.
The adventurous one, the brash woman.
You never seemed to know fear,
you hid your sorrows well.
I only ever witnessed your joy,
your anger and your disappointment.
I didn't get to see you that one last time.
I never got to say goodbye, or that I loved you.
There were merely pictures and a

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Objection -Writing Prompt 18-You don't realize how much
I give you,
I give in to you...
Letting you do as you will,
giving you what you ask.
I never complain,
merely remember the adage
of what love is supposed to be.
So much of the time it feels
like this is nothing more
than a one way streeet.
Me giving, you taking.
Silently waiting,
my turn,
the day the tide will turn,
moving my way.
When you finally realize
everything I do...
But now you ask more and more,
you ask things I do not think
I'm comfortable giving.
So I stand up, knowing,
I may lose you,
by voicing my objection.

AlwaysWe walk along, hand in hand.
As we have always done,
as we will always do...
A Summer day turned
to a Fall evening,
followed by a Winter's night.
We hope each morning will be
the Spring we long for.
A cycle of life contained in
hours and seasons.
Each moment more precious
because it is spent with you.
We are wound about one another,
as essential as
the wind which fills our lungs,
or the rain that washes us clean.
Even through
the droughts where love seems scarce,
the blizzards where love seems cold,
and the floods where love almost drowns us.
This is our cycle of life and love.
We walk along, hand in hand.
As we

Look -Writing Prompt 17-You look, but you don't see.
You listen, but you don't hear.
I'm in front of you,
I'm beside you.
But nothing I say,
nothing I do,
means anything to you.
You never see me,
my tears are invisible,
my pain is as well.
You never hear me,
I cry in the night,
and your name falls on deaf ears.
What will it take?
To make you really look at me,
to make you really listen to me.
All these years, and still,
my own family, my own blood,
is deaf and dumb to me.

Rogue -Writing Prompt 16-They warned me about you,
all flashing teeth and perfect hair.
Sultry eyes and soft lips.
So many hearts you've stolen,
and now they're all just...
damaged goods,
afraid to love.
Now they see in every man,
a rogue, a heartbreaker.
You say what you -know-
she wants to hear.
The seduction a mere game.
But you cheat,
you have nothing invested,
while they have
their hearts,
their love,
their souls,
their dreams
on the line,
and you pluck them down,
destroying what you take,
making everything soiled.
Someday, someone's going to steal
your heart,
your love,
your soul,
your dreams,
crushing them to sand,
and

Rebel -Writing Prompt 15-I don't want to hear
anything you say.
You don't understand,
it's not that way,
not anymore.
Now there's guns and drugs
on almost every street corner.
There's weapons in schools.
No one wants to take
their beating like a man,
not anymore.
They hide behind their guns,
thinking it makes them a man.
You don't understand why I rebel
against your rules,
against your laws.
Because out here,
they don't mean anything
except a tombstone.
The honor the punks had,
back in your day,
doesn't exist anymore.
It's a fairytale,
and this,
this is our nightmare.

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by ~Faoiltiarna-Wolf, Nov 5, 2009, 9:02:56 AM
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Whispers, late at night.
During the day, silence.
So many beautiful paintings.
My gallery is full of them,
you see.
But each does more
than merely 'tell' a story.
They -are- the story.
A wild and wonderful collection,
don't you think?
Each painting is priceless,
more than just a stolen moment in time.
Listen carefully at night.
Can you hear them?
Do they call to you?
Beckon you to come to them?
Step into my gallery,
if you dare...
The captured souls will welcome you.
Perhaps you'll even join them,
become a part of a portrait in
my haunted gallery?

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Thank you!

~DevilKittyDesigns Nov 14, 2009

You're welcome hon. Your poem was wonderful.

~Uncivil-Roza Nov 7, 2009

This my dear gave me a flashback! Long story short it's about a time I was hypnotized to remember a past life. in the PL regression the hypnotist uses this technique to help us. We looked at memories through a live gallery.... Very nicely done dear. I have to fav...

~Faoiltiarna-Wolf Nov 7, 2009

Too cool! And thank you!

~Uncivil-Roza Nov 7, 2009

ur very welcome!

~crimson-howl Nov 7, 2009

Very cool!!

~Faoiltiarna-Wolf Nov 7, 2009

Thank you so much!

~crimson-howl Nov 8, 2009

You're Welcome!

!connorish Nov 7, 2009

really wonderful poem

It turned out mysterious, I like that

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