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What do you want from me?
I live my life in intervals of two hours.
A race against the clock, but
What do you want?
Shall I drop everything just for you?
No.
I can't because you'll complain again.
I'm lazy is what you think.
I don't contribute.
Give more.
Donate your pay check.

Needy people.
All wanting little bits of me.
I give and give
And give some more until I don't know
Who I am anymore.
Why?
Because I am me.

I am dependant-
Not allowed on my own.
No help.
No hope.
What am I to do?
What will appease you?
Who has ever succeeded without being given a chance?
Tell me.
I want to know.
I need to know.
Because I'm dying.
This is poison, and my only friends-
They are miles away.

No help.
No hope.
From you.
The one I love.
The one who's opinion could break me with a single word-
A single look.
Am I good enough?
Tell me.
Am I?
Am I really?
Do I fit your picture of a good daughter,
Or am I still failing?
A faded image of a shadow impossible to bring to life.

So dependant.
So needy.
I make myself sick, but
What am I to do?
No help.
No hope.

Burn, Burn, Burn

Will you hear it, from here?

The burning sounds,
Of my bones,
Hard rock reality,

Please, save me.

~Though The Light Of The Moon Is Waning~

The sky has lost its beauty
The light in me is fading
This life feels like cruelty
Though, the light of the moon is waning

My happiness is at a decreasing rate
As the moonlight shines down
I feel as if this is my fate
Though, the light of the moon is waning

The cats are playing around
They have happy looks on their faces
They don't know that I am down
Though, the light of the moon is waning

The light of the moon is waning
The light will still want
Until it starts to begin waxing,
And then, waning again

-Shadow13

Still Burns

Letting go of it
Lead to holding the engraved
Coals needed for light, heat

Things wanted and not
Necessary for life in those places
I hate to dwell

Learning of a thousand hells
For each and every one
Was different, was wrong

Fires with the worst intentions
Still illuminate, still burn
Thanks lost, hands reaching

Black and red gems dropped
Released dancers across the floor
Catching onto every errant dream

Like the light of day, seeing all
All that was hidden forcibly
By the hands that cast the coals


Whoa, that mobile forum really messes with the format

Wrote this years ago but I am still quite fond of it. I hope you will enjoy it.




Give me a girl in lingerie posing for pictures in the wilderness.

Let me chase her night and day to a catch a glimpse of her selflessness.

Hardy my heart, rest at bay, do not give into the Temptresses.

Foolish fawn dressed in silk and lace, have you no home for your restlessness?

I really enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing.

Here's a little something I posted back on Wattpad, but no one's seen it yet except me anyway:

Black Winds and Crimson Waters

Horizons shining,

horizons waning,

horizons gone,

lightlessness above,

around him,

around them,

Bang...



Winds as black as tar,

as black as smoke...

smoke of lead...

Bang...

Fire born from metal,

fire of Mars,

whistling trajectory of pain,

of fear,

of death...

Bang...



Winds of choking black

smelt of lead,

the smell of water,

crimson water,

in rivers it flows...

Bang...



Screams of agony,

of despair,

of doom,

smells of both metals,

filling the air,

black putrid air,

the wind takes it...

Bang...



He amidst the blackness,

of both winds and of darkness,

his lead flew,

red waters,

crimson waters...

Bang...

Dawn arose,

as slow as a snail,

lead was faster...

Bang...



He thought it was God,

an epoch of fire,

the fire waning...

Bang...

Further the fire wanes,

but rivers still flow,

shadowed fruit dropping from harvest,

the Reaper smiles...

Bang...



Lead flies,

rivers flow,

fruit drops,

Reaper harvests,

God is near...

Bang...



His luck of Fortuna,

his aim of Tell,

the dawn ahead,

a black wall of lead...

Bang...



Scarlet splatters,

coating his figure,

his face,

it brightens,

he thought it was God,

rising from the horizons,

mighty titan,

titan of heaven,

of light...

Bang...



The fire wanes,

driven demons of destruction,

dead as dirt,

red fruit for the Reaper...

Click... he was empty...



He thought it was God...

Light of purity,

like a beacon at sea,

a troubled sea,

a sea of smoke,

of red waters,

of ripe fruit...



He looked,

harvest was fruitful,

crimson rivers ran,

return of rule,

God's rule.



His sorrow wells,

his fellows fell,

dear God,

what has become of this?



Black winds,

crimson waters,

red fruit,

he could see it all...

he lived...

Well, it's really not a poem and it has no punchline but I just wrote that as an introduction onto a character profile and I liked it, so why not posting that here

This goes out to...
...the tired ones who can't sleep.
...the hungry ones refusing to eat.
...the hurting ones fighting their own healing.
...the antisocial ones starving for affection.
...the broken ones who don't want to be fixed.

I really like that one It's cool

Thanks so much! I did try blending a lot of poetic techniques in that one