How are you?"Hey! How are you?"

I'm bad,
Tired,
Hurt,
Depressed,
Alone,
Stressed,
Regretful,
Disconcerting,
Frozen to the core,
Broken,
Ready to cry some more,
Lonely,
Crushed,
Cold,
Life is just rushed...
Defeated,
In so much pain,
Feeling cheated,
Life has no gain,
Not good enough,
Worthless,
Life is just so rough,
A failure,
No one could care less,
Sorry for complaining so much,
Sorry for being selfish and such,

"I'm fine, thanks for asking! And how are you?"

You Can Be A Poet“You Can Be A Poet”

I guarantee everyone is a poet
But I am willing to bet not many know it
Forming a poem is a simple task
Just string words on paper that seem to mask
Your hidden feelings on a certain subject
Or how you wish this world could be perfect

Not all poems have to be deep in meaning
And indeed even the simplest poems can be quite deceiving
This poem for example exists
Without any misdirection or twists
The focus of this poem is to provide
A helpful little guide
On how to write the absolute best
And bring out the skills everyone does possess

Poems work to magnificent avail
If one decides to retell a tale
Poems allow

SilenceYour
silence kills me
more than words
can say.

While I am held
in suspension
of anticipation
waiting and wondering.

Each passing day
rises new hope
which steadily declines
and leaves me wanting,

Yet
eagerly
I wake to another
torture,
knowing soon
you must break this fast
upon my heart
and at last speak.

Crossed The Line"Crossed The Line"

She told him "no" many instances before
At first he listened, but not this time
Her words were sounds that he ignored
Because finally, he crossed the line

At first it seemed like every date
He was sweet and kind, holding doors
But even still at any rate
She found herself screaming on the bedroom floor

Because he heard, but didn't listen
Only hearing what he wanted to hear
And by pure hormones he was driven
While her pleas fell on deaf's ears

At first it started out innocent
Holding hands, kissing, locking lips
But soon it was no longer ambivalent
Once his hands swayed around her hips

He tried crawling them

Mommy and DaddyMommy, Daddy, are you okay?
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.

All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.

"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.

Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm

InfectionI'm Unfortunate,
Unlucky,
and Afflicted;
You're contagious,
and I've behaved,
Outrageous,
and rather Unjustly.
Only together a mere while,
And I'm infected,
With every word
of Affection,
that on me you've tested.
Tear me apart
and no longer leave me to suffer,
of this disease you've inflicted;
where I have no choice
But to think of you,
all day,
and in my dreams at night.
Cure me, out of your good will, my lover
for I fear I'm lovesick still.

Love Is...Love is staring into your eyes
After our first kiss.
The emotion in your voice
When you tell me you love me.

Love is letting you hold me,
Feeling the rapid pounding of your heart.
Reminding me that we're both alive,
And never wanting to let you let me go.

Love is a short lived dream;
Unforgettable and haunting.
You don't know it's over
Until after it comes crashing down.

Love is watching you walk away,
Wanting to beg you not to go;
But not being able to breathe,
Collapsing on the ground after you diseappear

Love is killing the dreamer inside,
That says it will be ok.
Giving up hope on life and love,
After you gave up on me.

Love is screa

Hall Of Mirrors"Hall Of Mirrors"

I was once thrown into a hall of mirrors
Surrounding me on every side
I was forced to look deep into my soul
For I had not a place to hide

Every mirror reflected someone different
Some versions were fat or thin
Each version had different color eyes
But none revealed the person within

Some versions were short or tall
Some had me in a tie and suit
Some had me in a summertime shirt
But none revealed the person I knew

Every mirror showed different contrast
And different objects floating in space
Some reflections were lighter than others
But none helped reflect my own face

So finally down on hands and knees
I asked desperat

Lost, Little Boy“Lost, Little Boy”

There exists a dazzling forest with glistening
Water flowing down the hill with listening
Ears as if to appear sound and protected
But I know the truth of which none have detected

These waterfalls are a collection of tears
That fall from the eyes over the years
And never dry out but always throughout
Sprinkle the flowers that strengthen and sprout

But this thick air has become too vague to see
Or to breathe or drive through these wounded trees
In which the bark in the dark without a doubt
Grows in arcs and sparks curiosity without
Any idea where to fathom or begin
To search for the missing child buried with

We Regret To Inform YouDear Claire,
We regret to inform you that as of 10:48, Thursday, 21 of March, your grandmother has passed away.

Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that your application to University of Georgia School of Veterinary Science and Medicine has been rejected.

Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that everything you've ever loved has slipped through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it.

Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that you are nothing and will never be anything more than a pathetic piece of dust that clings to those who are better than you.

Dear Claire,
We do

Butterfly ScreamsIt's fun,
Isn't it?
Hurting me?
Killing me?
Watching me bleed?

Mocking me?
Striking me?
Ignoring my needs?

Destroying who I am,
And all I'll ever be.

But you wouldn't stop,
That I can see.

The butterflies in my stomach,
Scream as the hurtful words
Pin them to corkboard.
I'll cut myself,
And bleed.
I'm gonna lay down,
And hear the butterflies scream.

"Don't even worry."
"I'm perfectly fine."
Words are sandpaper,
And a couple of lies.

So while I'm here,
Down on the floor;
Do your worst,
Your worst and more.

So I'll lay down,
And bleed.
Even when I'm gone,
The butterflies will still scream.

You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.

If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.

If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.

If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.

If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.

If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.

If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.

I Am NotI am not Ugly; you're just holding the mirror wrong.

I am not Blind; I just love to listen.

I am not Retarded; I just learn differently than you.

I am not ADHD; the world just fascinates me.

I am not Depressed; this is how I smile

I am not Fat; I'm just as big as my heart.

I am not Bisexual; I want to share my love with all.

I am not Cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.

Before you think you may have the answer, on who I'm supposed to be,

No.

I am not Special; I'm just being me.

Painted SkinPainted Skin:

He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.

"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."

His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.

"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"

You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked wit

Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:

I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.

Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...

Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.

"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I won

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by ~my-soul-is-mine, Jan 24, 2013, 5:39:30 PM
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Unfortunately, people are not.

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~Tintinytdj Feb 23, 2013

This is ultimately wrong.
Love is not blind; love is a total determination to reproduce with the human being you're in love with. It's objective and based on genes and appearance.
It's not based on social ladders and/or how well you look after yourself.
Thus love is blind for your own condition, not the condition of others.
And, oh irony; the person you're in love with DOES see you for what you are!
So at least you got that right, people aren't blind.

Point is, love's not blind either; it lacks self-consciousness.

~my-soul-is-mine Feb 24, 2013

Love is blind is just a saying.
I realize "love" is an attraction to get you to make babies.
In any given nightclub, men release chemicals to attract only girls that are ovulating, while women release chemicals to get all guys interested. People like more symmetrical faces because it suggests a better gene, and a more likely chance of attractive offspring, thus continuing your particular line.
But. Your perception of a person can be thrown off due to your attraction to them. They are perfect, or their imperfections are just the cutest little quirks ever. Especially right after first meeting and having intimate relations, everything wrong with your partner is really overlooked. This is the "honeymoon stage" which happens when you start seeing someone, and sometimes right after a wedding, and a week away from everyone to have lotsa sex on some Caribbean island. This is the "blindness" that people refer to, and as the flame dies down, you can "see" again, and you see your partner's flaws for what they are. At this point, you either accept these flaws, get used to them, or you make the move of getting out of the relationship, because your personalities aren't compatible, and attempting to raise a child when with somebody you don't care for, the child (or children) grow up in a dysfunctional household, which can affect them negatively, and perhaps lower their chance of continuing your line.
The term "love is blind" just means that when you are already in love, the flaws of your partner are overlooked or downplayed in your mind, to give yourself a chance to get used to the person before deciding whether or not they are somebody you would like to have a long-term monogamous relationship with.
If the person you have an attraction to does not have the same attraction, however, this is where "People are not" comes in. People who are not in love or in like, even, tend to judge potential mates much more harshly than people with their sights already set on somebody (or somebodies).
Point is, the saying "love is blind" is not a term to be taken literally.

~Tintinytdj Feb 26, 2013

Except true ignorant love can only sprout out of the affection for an already perfect being. The illusion of absolute beauty is already present before falling in love, it is merely reinforced afterwards.

~my-soul-is-mine Feb 26, 2013

I'm not sure how true that statement is. By "an already perfect being" are you referring to the way some people adore deities? Otherwise, I'm not quite sure what you're talking about, as no living creature has the capability of being perfect.
If you are, I do partially agree. people "blindly" have faith and adore a being that it cannot be said for sure exists. But I don't think that that is the same "kind" of love.
The kind of love I believe I mean is the love that can be returned to you by the other person. A romantic relationship love. And while it may not be "truly ignorant" I don't believe I ever made it out to be that way. It is temporarily ignorant to allow somebody to get comfortable with somebody to make sure that this is the person to create offspring with, and that their traits are as desirable as possible. Once this "ignorance" wears off and one is able to "see the real them" they see either a subtle contrast or a very large contrast between the lovely being they were dating only a week ago and the sadistic, somewhat bad-tempered and jealous person that their partner is now.
The illusion of absolute beauty... I don't know. I myself am young, but when I get a crush on somebody, (lust, technically, not love, but it can turn into it if given the right circumstances) Before I ever really liked them, I just... Didn't. They were only alright. And then I would slowly find more little bits and pieces I liked about them, and then... I suddenly had a love interest, even though they didn't always have the same feelings.
I'm not sure if this is what you are referring to, the lust before love?
Furthermore, and perhaps I should've said it earlier, the meaning of this entire seven word poem is just that, You may like somebody, but they will not always like you back, for whatever reason. Basic incompatibility, standards, or the belief that they would be "settling" by going for you, or whatever the reason. While you have a crush, or you still love somebody after the "flame" of it has all died down, and they don't return the feelings, your ability to grasp that this person is anything but perfection is gone. I'm not sure if you've ever experienced having a crush, but this is what happens. But, while you are there, thinking about this person and their perfection, and all the cute couple names you'd be given if you started publicly dating, the other person, they don't always have a crush on you, too. If they don't, they see you normally, and they may see a flaw that you don't in any relationship that might occur.
Although, stories and poems don't belong to their authors, they belong to the readers, and if you want to interpret my little piece the way you do, go ahead, I put it up for people to do just that.

~Tintinytdj Feb 28, 2013

"Furthermore, and perhaps I should've said it earlier, the meaning of this entire seven word poem is just that, You may like somebody, but they will not always like you back, for whatever reason. Basic incompatibility, standards, or the belief that they would be "settling" by going for you, or whatever the reason. "
Thank you.

~Pauper-Circumstance Feb 4, 2013

So true!

~siena-d Jan 27, 2013

at first i really didnt see the connection between these two statements....but then i read it again and i think i do
so im not really sure if i like it or not....but i really find it interesting the amount of feedback this poem got!
it really sucks how much negative feedback there was, but this reminds me of this one time when i was watching Americas Next Top Model and some fans of the show were asked who their favorite model was and a lot of models got negative comments and a lot got positive ones. But the judges said that negative feedback is better than no feedback at all because at least people know who you are.

so basically im just saying that i like this poem (haha sorry.....it seems like im making it seem like i know more than you...cause i know i dont)

i hope you have a nice day

~my-soul-is-mine Jan 27, 2013

Dude, you probably do know more than me, haha. The thing about negative feedback, though, is that it has to be constructive to be useful. Saying 'this sucks' and having no reason why gives me nothing to work off of. 'This is a sentence' is only a statement, heh. Give no solutions to a supposed problem seems to me like complaining.
BT thank you, I hope your day is lovely as well.

~my-soul-is-mine Jan 27, 2013

~Shin001 Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Oh my god~

Something this simple~

Is what people miss~

Great job!

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