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love meTell me I'm beautiful and I'll smile like I always do
Tell me I'm great and I'll do my best to stay that way
tell me I'm amazing and I'll say you are too
Tell me you love me, and I'll do anything to make you mine :)

Delete NonetI like to delete parts of my life.
Memory here, an item there.
Fade them away to darkness.
Making room for the light.
The past can’t hold me.
I’m letting go.
Flying now.
Running
free.

CasualtiesAs the screaming bombs fly overhead,
Here we lie dying in these makeshift hospital beds.
Terrified of what will become of us,
It seems there is no one we can trust.
People at home whisper in the street,
As they travel to purchase their rationed meat,
That we must have been to Hell and back,
But that return journey we did lack.
As we sink further and further into despair,
Our bodies and minds now far beyond repair,
All around the world,
Children start to cry,
As one by one,
Their fathers die.

SubmissMy eyes met hers, and the stars dimmed
The sun despairs in her radiance
She is 'beauty' in every facet of the word
Hunger pains consume my interior
for her whom I cannot devour
Her face I don't recall
nor have I heard her name
Still, I plead at her feet...

'Tell me
Show me that something is possible
Tell me there is something lasting in this world
Make me believe you'

SinkingRecently I've been sinking
Like a stone into a pond
Having skimmed across the surface
Of life for far too long

Please may I have a new heart
Along with a new mind
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not this time

Recently I've been sinking
Into myself like quicksand
No one sees as it swallows me
Each grain a mislaid plan

Please may I crawl inside your love
Mingle hearts until the end
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not again

Recently I've been sinking
Such an overused metaphor
But one which is cathartic
When choosing to explore

That I could save you my love
And in time you could save me
As fear and

Maiden By The Bay“Maiden By The Bay”

Every now and then across the water at night
A lady can be seen dressed in long silky white
She dances along the water as elusive as a bird
Her beauty so astounding I can not put into words
Her movements so graceful they shift the moon’s release
On the gravity of the earth; every crevice and crease
If the world were to fall apart around her piece by piece
Her dancing would never cease but only increase

And I wait for every day to end so I can say
I have seen this great maiden by the bay

The flowers enveloping her sing in harmony with the bees
The trees bend their barks and their branches tease
The ne

You call it Judgement, We call it SinEmily needs the words to understand that she isn't being unreasonable. She just wants them to mean something and not be a string of words which flows into itself over and over again.

She doesn't like her name either. Not because Emily isn't a pretty name but because she would rather be called something she feels like. (She has never quite forgiven her parents for choosing her name for her.) If she could, she would call herself Glass, because that is what she wakes up feeling like every morning. As if crystallised pieces of glass are edible and her insides tingle as she swallows them whole.

Emily lets the words call her names sometimes. She

I Was On A CloudI was the boy who remained silent
Through those weeks, months and years
Watching the tide begin to rise
From all of your fallen tears

A tide of insecurity
That in time became so deep
It would set about draining you
Of all the secrets that you keep

I was the boy who remained mute
I watched your life unfold from above
As you were shattered with pain
And given false hope with love

So many times I was tempted
To come and heal my angels pain
But up above in the blue sky
For now at least I would remain

I was the boy who stayed silent
A hush so deafeningly loud
You were never alone though
Princess, I was on a cloud

I watched as a

Constructive Criticism"Tell me what you think."

"Of the poem?"

"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."

"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."

"Very funny. Read."

"..."

"What did you think?"

"Why did you write this?"

"I wrote it for you."

"For me?"

"Yes."

"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."

"I know."

"I'm not worth this you know."

"What does that mean?"

"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."

"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."

"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There

Mask It With a SmileGrin.
No, not that big.
Show a few teeth...
There, that's more like it.
Go wash your face,
That's better.
Your cheeks are less flushed,
So rejoin your friends.
Someone just told a joke,
Laugh along.
Let the sparkle reach your eyes,
Now no one'll notice they're red and puffy.
"Hey, how are you?"
Tell them you're good
and re-direct the question to them.
You're too quiet,
and your mind is wandering...
Join the conversation.
Don't forget to
Smile,
Smile,
Don't forget to
Smile,
and they wont suspect a thing...

ConfidenceThe mirror said nice things about me today.
But tomorrow it will probably be biased,
And strongly opinionated,
To say otherwise.

Obsidian SoulMy eyes are dark as night,
obsidian like my soul
my heart is hard as the stone
and my skin just as sharp,
ready to draw blood at a single touch,
I become bent upon destruction
of anyone who gets too close,
my tongue is willing to pierce
through flesh and bone,
and my fingertips will impale
while like a constrictor my body
prepares for strangulation.

fading segment of lifeIn memories of your life
you've died so many times.
Memories of distant days
memories of unseen dreams.
You've died
you've died inside.
Inside of your silence,
your voice screams with
painful sorrow.
Memories of your distant life
and you'll fade inside.
In search of light,
your eyes see nothing
but the agony of your screaming
tone that never stops biting you.
You're all alone
in this fog,
living of the memories
of the life that is distant
to your sight.
Crashed and bitter
you die along with
dreams that are never going
to be seen.

Turn Loose the Mermaids1.

"Turn loose the mermaids," you demand this angrily, clenching your fists you do when you really mean it, "Turn them loose now!" You're yelling at Ursula and her trident as she grows into a shocking sea monster.

(Outside the waves agree with you. Turn them loose, they crash against the metal in the righteous indignation of the sea. Turn them loose!)

At some point your mother will watch this with you. She will wonder why you revolt for the mermaids when there are none on the screen.

(I cannot get them to turn loose the mermaids if I cannot get them to turn me loose first.)

2.

You have always known what you wanted to do with your life.

First ImpressionsI remember the first time I met her
a tower of books tucked under her chin
glasses sliding down her nose
that she wiggled like a hare's

I helped her carry the tower
to her brother's truck
him ever so persistent to return home
and her just happy to escape into literature

she slumped into the seat
the tower resting at her bare toes
she stuck out her hand
and told me her name

and laughed at the common of it

she would be a freshman after summer
same as me
her brother still urgent
had the engine roar to life

and drive away

her hand waving at me
with a broad smile bubbling over
that danced for me
and all I could think was

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by *UntamedUnwanted, Jan 19, 2013, 11:37:07 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Sweet and sensual,
The feel of your fingers on my skin.
Slow and longing,
The trail of your hands on my curves.
Languid and helpless,
The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes.

My love for you is like my love for apples.
Juicy, crunchy, delicious...
And as dark as a sinner's heart.

Applesby *UntamedUnwanted

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Sex is a beautiful thing. Especially when your partner treasures you. A play on original sin.

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~LightOverpowers58 Mar 8, 2013 Student Writer

"as dark as a sinner's heart"....or as vibrant as an angel's trumpet (or perhaps an apple's golden flesh)?

Wonderful poem, m'dear...the finest of simplistic sexuality

~KageMoon Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Apples are my favorite. If could work and get paid in apples, instead of money, I would!!!
Sex and passion are a marriage's irresistible overthrow
Beautiful, Sensual, great job!

~SteffenC-itsjustme Mar 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

How about them apples!
- don't know why I thought about that, I just did

Love this poem, I f e e l it and to me that's always a good quality in a poem.
And the last three lines fit perfectly, both in your choice of words, the length of the lines and the ending that wraps it all up. Well written ^^

~NotenSMSK Feb 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Kind of reminds me of "Alluring secret, Black vow" the concept of love like an apple, quite well described. The ending manages to combine the work and the last line kind of gives it a direction. This played like a well formed commercial (I don't mean it as a negative thing) in which the aspects are given first and then finally moving on to the crux.

*UntamedUnwanted Feb 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you my dear. I am so sorry I haven't been around in so long, but I have been working on getting myself an apartment with the boyfriend and between that and working, I barely have time to breathe!

~NotenSMSK Feb 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You are welcome. No need to apologize... everyone has their life and yours does seem busy

and "the" boyfriend?

that is a strange way to put it

well I hope all goes well and after the shifting I can see that you will be quite content

Hope all goes well!

~FanaticalPublishing Feb 5, 2013

Lovely work; if you still want to publish it, please send it to me at at fanaticalweekly@gmail.com

*UntamedUnwanted Feb 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you SO much!! I have emailed you!!

~FanaticalPublishing Feb 11, 2013

I got it, thanks!

~HarukaMoon Jan 21, 2013 Student Writer

very descriptive- I like it

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