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Dead WrongDear Boy with the Broken Eyes.

Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.

When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken inst

RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?

Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears s

Gateway"Do you know what victory is?" asked a soft voice behind her.

The girl with the broken eyes didn't look up. She couldn't. She didn't want to. Her whole body was tattooed with the rain that had started hours before, her hair dripping with the sky's tears. She hadn't wanted to dry the sorrow of the weather from her skin; for fear that someone would see her own.

"I asked, do you know what victory is?" The voice was soft, but strong. And there was something about it that reminded her that she needed to pay attention.

She still didn't speak and a disappointed sigh came from the voice. It was as if the rain had stolen her voice.

"Victory is, wh

Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly.

"Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.

Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life."

"What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed

Online"I have a problem."

"You always were a worrier."

"Don't you want to know what it is?"

"Not if it's going to worry me as well."

"That's precisely why you should know it."

"I really think I'll pass."

"But-"

"No."

"…"

"Thank you."

"But…this time it's a really big deal."

"Oh for the love of- All right. All right. You win. What is it?"

"What did you think the first time you met me?"

"That's not a problem, that's a question."

"I know."

"How am I supposed to answer it exactly?"

"I don't know if your mother explained this to you, but all you have to do is open your mouth and words-"

"Shut it, smart ass."

"Then answer the q

Seeking Solace"There is no solace in tears."

It took a moment for her to realize, her tears frozen in place that there was someone else in the room. The broken girl with rivulets of gleaming diamonds dripping down her face stared at the floor. "Leave me alone." She said softly and sobbed into her hands, still as broken as she was before.

A soft sigh came from the boy who spoke. Yet, he didn't leave her alone.

"There is no solace in words."

She looked up from her book, her fingers moving along the words like they were treasured pieces of gold, each one more valuable than the next. Her tears blurred the words, words she needed to take her away to another

Epiphany No. 289If I had known you before my heart had been broken once.
I would not have been the girl who you liked enough to say hello to.
If I had known you before my heart had been broken twice.
I would not have been the girl who understood your beautiful sad eyes.
If I had known you before my heart had broken thrice.
I would not have been the girl who felt your music in her sore heart.
If I had known you before my soul was ripped from me.
I would not have been the girl who appreciates you the way I do.

If I hadn't been damaged,
You would never have wanted to know me.

They say the universe works in mysterious ways.
And you, you are my mysteri

My InspirationYou once asked me what inspired me, sweet love;
And I shall tell what you want to hear...

It is a girl who isn't clever, but clever in what she knows
and a lost boy who knows exactly where he is going to go.
It is the scent of cologne and smoke and lovemaking
and a man who wears his heart on his sleeve
It is a woman who has always believed in her lover
and he will let her down no more
It is a sick man who is whole again
and the wife who stayed by his side
It is a writer who has found a brand new muse
and the paint of the artist who draws her lover
It is the words of a poet whose trust is renewed
and the warmth in the words of the

Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all."

"I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?"

"There is nothing wrong with you."

"Can you say that again?"

"I said, you aren't sick!"

"Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway."

"You're a hypochondriac."

"What?! Listen you-"

"Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing."

"Fine!"

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"So. What did the doctor say?"

"That it's complicated."

"Complicated?"

"Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out."

"Really?"

"You sound skeptical."

"You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class."

"Yes."

"And about h

Making History"What do I mean to you?"

She was sitting there, wearing that dress that made her look like a Thursday night just before a long weekend, and a smile on her lips that could have confused the Mona Lisa herself.

"What do I mean to you?"

It was not like she had to repeat herself. It's just that he needed to find an answer that would find its way to her thrice broken heart.

"What do I mean to you?"

And since the third time's the charm, he opened his mouth and let her know.

"You aren't pretty.
You aren't lovely.
You aren't any of the things that make the world go around.
You aren't a doll, you never do what you're told.
You aren't a lis

What is Hell?Hell is staring at a phone willing it to ring
just because you believe someone will keep
his forgotten promises.

Hell is calling someone
hoping they would be glad to hear from you
only to hear them say they will call you later.

Hell is understanding that you're temporary
even though you have already fallen in love
with the person who cannot love anymore.

Hell is being faithful to someone
without ever knowing if he ever will
be as faithful to you.

Hell is wandering on an empty road
After a truly awful fight which
didn't end in reconciliation

Hell is not realizing that the truck was heading
straight for you when your eyes were c

FailureShe was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.

She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.

He fought with her all the way, telli

Blame Me.It's my fault we met that afternoon.
It's my fault that I wasn't looking for anything.
It's my fault that you were good to me then.
It's my fault that you told me that you would love me.
It's my fault that I fell in love with you despite not wanting to.
It's my fault you couldn't commit to me.
It's my fault that despite everything I had been through, I trusted you.
It's my fault I spoke about the rape.
It's my fault that I mentioned the pain.
It's my fault she died just when I had thought I could keep her.
It's my fault that you treat me like someone who needs you.
It's my fault you don't want me.
It's my fault that you never love

Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.

So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"

The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I

Girl with Eyes ShiningThere was once a girl with a broken heart. She nursed it but only a little. Her eyes always shone with tears. Her hands shook because of the weight she held in her tiny hands. She went to her mother. "Mother, my heart is broken. Will you fix it?"

Her mother looked down her nose at the little girl and said, "No. Not until you learn how to behave."

She looked down at her toes and a tear fell from her shining eyes. Still holding her heart in her hands, she looked at her father. "Father, my heart is broken. Will you fix it?"

Her father looked away from his newspaper for a moment, "It gets on my nerves when you cry. Go away."

The girl sadly cl

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"...why?"

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"We learnt those in the third grade."

"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."

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"What's that?"

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Eternity

by *UntamedUnwanted, Jul 24, 2011, 9:34:10 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

This is to the child I loved, the one I lost before I was meant to.
This is for the little girl who would have danced with me to the songs we were both meant to love.
This is for the angel who I was meant to have changed for, the little one whose heart was in my own.
This is for the girl who would have skipped to school, the baby who would have laughed.
This is for the song I couldn't sing, the poem I could never write.
This is for the moment in time that never existed, in a car that never moved.
This is for the second that could have been a lifetime, the forever that should have been ours.
This is for the darling who should have been her mother's heart, the mother who failed her child.
This is for the nineteen year old who hadn't planned it, but would have loved her had she known.
This is for those two months, which were the best years of her life.
This is for the man that beat a girl when she was broken, who then lost her own little girl.
This is for every night since then, when I wake up in fear of losing what I have already lost.
This is for a gift almost given, and a life taken at its cost.

This is for Eternity. That was meant to be your name.
If anyone asks you in heaven, tell them your mother loved you,
Even though you never ever became.

Eternityby *UntamedUnwanted

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

100 Themes Challenge: Eternity

I almost couldn't write this one. I thought my very darkest moment didn't need to be read here, especially since the word for me was a name. I almost gave up on this challenge all together. Rape is an ugly word, but miscarrying a child you never knew existed is undefinable.

And then I remembered. She wasn't my darkest moment at all. She was my brightest light.

Her name was Eternity. And she was meant to be forever.

love 4 4

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~twilightprincess1012 Apr 8, 2013 Student General Artist

I Don't know what it's like to lose a child.But I know how to lose people you loved, even if you barely knew them, I'm SO sorry.

~msimoneaux20 Mar 2, 2013 New member Hobbyist Writer

To Nikita

I'd like to start by saying I'm sorry for you're loss, it must have taken a lot to write that. Thank for sharing it with us, it was truly beautiful. I was in tears from the start, I can't imagine how YOU must feel. I don't know what it's like to lose a child, but I do know what it's like to lose someone close to me. I lost my father 3 years ago and I still have trouble sleeping at night. I find myself venting by writing poetry as well and to read yours is very inspiring. I'm new to this site and I have'nt viewed many other artists, but I can tell this will be one of my favorites. I will be posting some of my poetry soon. It's not nearly as good as yours, but if you notice this message you should give it a glance. Keep up the good work and take care.

~LightOverpowers58 Sep 2, 2012 Student Writer

You steal (my words)(my breath)(my heart) everything.....even my tears....

~Usuchan Apr 20, 2012

Wow.
The raw emotion in this is just beautiful.

~Marethyn Mar 12, 2012

It almost feels like profanity, to comment on something so personal. Words that are usually used to describe how good something is don't apply here - beautiful misses something, wonderful seems inappropriate, sad is like an understatement.

Perhaps meaningful silence would be best... since there are no words that can describe the emotions and feelings you brought to life

~looking-glass-pear Mar 12, 2012

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Tonight I'm going to hug my Mum!

~Devlin26 Nov 22, 2011

...and I also wished my heart could explode just to try to release the pain.
I can feel the caring, the love, the shining burning broken heart that's suffering so much in every single word of this story. I skipped a ton of heartbeats reading you and yet you give me reasons to keep on smiling.
I <3 U

~Hinai-chan Sep 5, 2011

this is so... sad but it makes me feel so warm and safe. I think i could feel your love for that little girl when reading this. This piece is so wonderful and sad.

~Leopardnight Aug 29, 2011

The saddest pieces are sometimes the hardest to write, but also give the best resaults. It takes a lot to be able to write something like this then post it, even when memories and feelings are so pained it makes it almost impossible. You are such an excellent writer I doubt I could find better, and I read so much that it's not normally hard for me to find a better writer than one. I'm sorry for any pain, but I'd also like to say you are extremelly talented and that I suggest you NEVER STOP WRITING!!!!!!!!!

~ruhee2212 Aug 28, 2011 Student General Artist

it really made me cry </3
im so sorry for you sweetie..
im sure she knows she is loved and missed every moment

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