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BreathlessHere I'm once again
Just checking if you're okay
It's a long time since I last saw you
And I know we're not friends

But even though
you want me gone
It's not that easy to leave
To be honest, you're a part of me

I hope you won't notice
That I've been here
If you do then I know you'll leave
But I love watching you, when I do I can't breath

Even if I'm dead to you
You're still on my mind
You used to be a part of me
And I'm sorry I can't let you go

I wonder what's the right thing
I wonder what to do
Maybe I should just stare at you
And you'll leave me breathless till I die

Dream Eater"Dream Eater"

Why can't I awake this time?
I keep watching someone die every night
I can't even tell if I am alive
Have I finally lost what's left of my mind?

I can feel something envelop me
Breaking my skin; I'm letting it free
But looking at my reflection this time
The face looking back isn't mine!

I find its getting harder to relate
I keep watching someone make the same mistakes
I feel like any moment I will break
Watching scenes that seem so fake

Like a broken record spinning in circles
I can't seem to get over these hurdles
But the scenes I'm watching; I'm not to blame
This really is a sadistic game

I'm trapped in a nev

Need to Feel PainI feel the hurt
every time I look back
the Pain I always feel
deep inside me

I always have these urges
that I need to feel pain...
it was the only true feeling I felt
and without it I'm lost in this world

I want to cut my arms...
I want to cut my legs
just to watch the blood pouring
and to feel the pain deep inside

I want to hurt...
to know that I can feel in this world
I need to feel pain...
its like a drug to me...

The cuts I love
the pain i can feel
I just want my arms to bleed
and to feel the scars....

Cutting every inch of me
just to feel the pain deep inside
To watch the blood pour down...
on the body that deserve

Random thoughtsIs it perfect enough to be wrong?
Will all your promises be broken,
every word that you have spoken?
I knew it all along.

Is the strangest way the best?
Could I've known the right words
to stop all that hurts?
What will happen to the rest?

Haunting LonelinessI long to be held in your arms,
Have you caress my hair
And whisper soothingly
"Everything will eventually be alright."
But you aren't here.
I can't see you.
I can't touch you.
I can't even talk to you-
Unless I am beyond lucky
And you have some time.
I want to feel safe.
To not cry tears of frustrated sorrow.
I know you can't fix everything.
After all, you are only human
And I am broken beyond repair.
Still…
I want to be able to reach out
And lose myself in you.
Fool that I am,
When like this,
I would give you
Everything I am
Without restraint.
Whatever you wanted
I would give
If only you would hold me.
But I c

Unknown.It clings to my hands
         like glue to a stick.
It trembles on my lips
         like blood on a blade.
It covers my soul like a shadow that raises over a landscape
  transforming every green into grey and pale.

My thoughts mutate into flashes of light, beams and rays.
      They seem to be streaks of rain.
Every end has a beginning, though this one's false.
I can't swallow it whole.
I can't spit it out.

And me
  standing still
while everything around me keeps spinning

How can I?You tell me to forget everything
You tell me to let it go
You tell me to move on
but how the fuck can I?

You say it's the past
But truthfully it never did end
You tell me it was a mistake
so why the fuck do you keep doing it?

Why the hell am I the one being mature
when you guys are fucking adults?
Why should I be blamed
for all the fucking bullshit that has happened?

You called me a mistake
you called me worthless
well maybe you are right
maybe that is true all along

Maybe everything you said about me is true
Maybe I was suppose to be hurt all along
but how can I let it go
How can I forgive anything....

How can I live life

All my FaultI'm sorry for all the problems
I'm sorry what my life turned out to be
It must be all my fault
you guys must hate me dearly....

I'm sorry for whatever I did...
But I'm just a child with problem
It must be all my fault
after all parents aren't wrong...

I'm sorry for making your life miserable
I'm sorry that I wasn't worth you time
Everything must of been my fault
Cause after all I'm a child with problems...

I'm sorry for every wrong I did
I'm sorry for making this life a nightmare
It must be all my fault
cause I have issues in life

I wish I could take it back
I wish I never had these problems...
I'm sorry for everything
More

ListenWill you listen?
To me scream?
Scream so loud,
Your ears'll bleed?
Will you listen?
To my screams?
Screams so loud.
Your ears'll ring?
Will you listen?

Please?

Stay Strong~I need you...
Don't you see,
Without you I am nothing...
I am without purpose...

Broken...
Numb...
Blind...
Torn...
Scared...
Lost...
Cut...
Hopless...
Nothing...

So Stay strong, for me...

Ex - Boyfriend, Ex - GirlfriendEx – Boyfriend, Ex – Girlfriend

I still love her smile; I still smile for him
Why did I let her go?; Why did I walk away?
She needed her space; I thought I needed space
She needs her freedom; I need him back
I need her; He needs time
She's happy; I'm shattered
I'm broken; He's okay
I'm still waiting; He'd moved on
She's moving on; I can't let him go
I still love her; I'd lost him forever.

self hatredI don't know how you could see this body as perfect
When all I see is mistakes

I'm not sure how you looked into my eyes and said you saw angels
when all I can see is deep darkness hiding demons in the shadows

You claimed I'm was too skinny and needed to eat
I say I'm not skinny enough and refuse to touch anything

You said I should open
I say I'm under lock and key

You said you where leaving
I want you to stay

You said I was beautiful
I only see ugliness

You said you'd return
I knew you wouldn't

Your last words to me where full of hate
and finally we agreed on something

Paper inked with loveI used to write so many things
I used to smile, I used to sing
I used to be so very happy
I used to be…
And then you trapped me

The piece of paper
On the table
A little story
Of a traitor

Written lines
On the purest heart
Written lines
To lie about

I was the paper
You were the words
You violate me
So I got lost

I am the memory
You are the ghost
I won't be treasuring
Not anymore

You inked the paper
You inked my soul
It won't get better
It won't let go

They will retell this story
The piece of paper gonna burn to ash
And we will shine in endless glory
But it will never heal this painful gash

MusicPlug in my oxygen
And turn up the noise

Music is my life
It's how I get by
Like most people I know.

I conduct to lonely cable cars
Sing to empty hallways

It's my secret weapon
Warding off sleepless nights
Keeping away my monsters
Pumping life through my ears
A straight shot to my heart
Avoiding the blocked veins and broken arteries
Adrenaline courses through me
Wakes me up to reality.

Music makes me step back from the edge

Beautiful Broken ButterflyLike breakable glass
Something I want- No...
Need to protect

You don't understand
You probably won't ever
Why I used to act so impulsive
Get so angry
Threaten and almost carry out
My threats

But now I keep my distance
I hurt you too,
you know...
I can't help it
I break a lot of things
You've said it countless times in the past
And I just know
But I want this to last

I see you as fragile paper
Beautiful as the last butterfly
Weak as a new bud in winter
But strong as anyone I know

Built from stone
But light as a feather
Able to weather any storm
Able to float down
Defying gravity

Don't forget me
Don't hate me
Like a festering wound
Don't

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To one so cold as me, I do not know
What I so rarely feel I never show
Feelings have the uselessness of Fashion

You speak of Love, I know not what you mean
I feel a pull with no semblance of lust
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I let them have their way, but felt nothing
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My Poems are Scars

by ~mettlelark, Oct 31, 2012, 4:09:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

What is the point of poetry?
It only creates a record
Of things I would rather forget.
So why do I even write it?

Why do I document despair
To dwell on it later
And relive those memories
That should be old scars?

Is it because I can’t remember
Without some trigger
And some masochistic part of me
Cannot let go of my past?

My poems are what I have left
Of that place I once called home.
But why do I read them
When I’m so much happier here?

My Poems are Scarsby ~mettlelark

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~mettlelark

needed to write, squeezed my brain, and this is what came out. soooo yeah.

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~Nouiha97 Nov 1, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Beautiful. when pain ends up as Art , it is just amazing.

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~Al3xDk Nov 1, 2012

Poems are great way, as well as drawing, to express your feelings and let everything out.. That and you have the issue clear in one place so it would be easier to fix it..

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~Svitavotara Oct 31, 2012

The words, emotions and thoughts put into here are so powerful.

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*stonedInc Oct 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You write because you're a poet.

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~alittlebitoffaith Oct 31, 2012

Poetry is the last bit of happiness that I have

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~alittlebitoffaith Oct 31, 2012

Writing poems helps me escape it keeps me from bottling up my emotions and doing something stupid

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~Benjamin-Durnford Oct 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

That poses an interesting quarry within my mind... Very thought-provoking.

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~ShoSai Oct 31, 2012

This is wonderful. I feel the same way a lot of the time when I end up writing.

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~DompteurLoup Oct 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Poems are a form of release, when I feel I cannot contain the emotion, or let it out in another form. Though I'd rather just write them and delete them, I have a morbid need to keep my scars close. Maybe its because we want to hold onto who we were? Or what we had?

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