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Love?Harsh pain sears through, heavy hurt, ringing ears,
The silent drip drop of invisible tears,
Clenched teeth, just bear it, you'll pull through.
Love? You're not sure. Devotion? Maybe.
Loyalty? Certainly. Pride? Absolutely.
Shame, it clings like cobwebs to your soul,
Sinful, ugly shame, that's why lips stay sealed.
Satin red blood, bruises on the uneaten apple,
Clumsy? Yes, ridiculously so. Accidents? All the time.
Domestic violence? A bitter sweet crime.
No, a man can never hit a woman,
But women feel free to hit your man.
For shame and pride are the biggest silencers of all.

One last kiss before the Apocalypsethe day of the apocalypse
I will be near to thee
nestled in thy arms

the day of the apocalypse
my memories will parade in my head
my fear will disappear

the day of the apocalypse
I will put my ear onto thine heart in order to hear our love one last time

the day of the apocalypse
my lips are going to arise onto thine lips for one last kiss
I love you, I will love you, here or in another world

My Trampled HeartIf I cry will you cry too?
Or will you run away?
After everyone has left,
By my side would you stay?
Because my hearts been broken too many times
For me to count them all.
And they always say that they love me,
Right before the fall.
And i've put chains around my heart
To keep it safe in place.
Because every time after I give it
I end up with tears running down my face.
So please say your the one
Who will treat it like a treasure.
And who will act like loving me
Truly is a pleasure.
Because my hearts too worn to break again,
And I fear that that is what it will do.
But if you are my one true love,
My days of dreaming will be through.

Who Am I?Who Am I?

I'm just a speck of dust,
Midst the depth of this universe.

Who Am I?

I'm just an insignificant clog,
In the machine that shapes this block.

Who Am I?

I'm just an unheard scream,
Buried beneath this bigoted scene.

Who Am I?

I'm just a twisted vine,
Molded to their whims and rhymes.

Who Am I?

I'm just an insignificant letter,
In this opus that binds us together.

Who Am I?

FearFear and panic, fear and panic

I fear
I panic
I run
I hide
I cry
I scream

Fear is growing inside
Invisible
I panic, but you do not see it
Forgotten
Strong and great
But you never see it

The fear
Invisible
Strong
Invincible
Forgotten

The Vise on my HeartI feel so confused.
My heart has been abused,
conflicted, constricted.
It feels so over-used.

Broken up and dead within...
Uncomfortable in my own skin...
Why can't I sort things out?
I'm wearing myself so thin.

Drowning as I'm falling,
I feel the darkness calling.
Please send a bullet through my heart.
This pain is so appalling.

Send me help, ease my ache.
Let me rest before I break.
What should I do? I just don't know.
How much more pain must I take?

Someone, please, soothe my heart.
Forever ago did these pains start...
I just want freedom from these chains;
all they do is tear me apart.

Dear nightmares, let me go.
Sweet troubles, don'

The Zombie ApocalypseThe undead roam the city streets
Dead bodies broken at my feet
Like it was prophecized
I turned my back and ran

I long to be armed with something
I didn't even have time to grab a potato
But I ran for my life, shoving the undead away
Ignoring the blood from the side of my head, the pain

-

Hungry for brains, they rose from the grave
The smell of rotten flesh sickens me to the death
I've no idea how much I can take
Before I'm claimed to join the land of the dead

-

I join the people in the underground bunkers
But I know I won't be safe from the undead forever
In the matter of time they will find me
And after that is my opportuni

Forget MeQuietly you forget me
I'll slip away
Untwine my fingers from your warm hands
I was too late
I told you
I loved you
Just not how much
So now there's nothing left to do but watch you
And find solace in your peace
I'll take back my bags from you
I'll shoulder them myself
I'll do what people do
I'll play a sad song
(Or two)
And have a drink in your name
Maybe strike a match and burn your picure
Through my bitter sobs and angry tears
But maybe,
Tonight
I'll close my eyes and think of you
Your eyes
And your smile
Those odd things you'd try to hide so desperately
Those things that made you so real to me

Listen To The WhisperListen To The Whisper Of The Eternal Wind
As It Gently Touches Your Ear;
Guiding You Through The Forest Of Life
Your Friend; Your Companion; Your Seer.

Listen To The Whisper Of Verdant Leaves
Adorning The Sentinels Of Earth;
Silently Watching The Passing Of Time
Its Beauty The Blessing Of Birth.

Listen To The Whisper Within The Heart
Where Soft Emotions Caress Its Beat;
Let Its Wisdom Flow Right Over Your Soul
And Dormant Love It Will Entreat.

Listen To The Whisper, All Three Of Them
Embrace And Entwine Deep Within;
And When They Merge Within Your Soul
A New Pathway You Will Begin

Forgive meSorry I'm not perfect.
Sorry if I'm not what you want.
Sorry for being a brat all the time.
I'm sorry for being me.

I don't like fighting with you,
I always cry when we do.
Regretting what I did or said,
Hoping I haven't hurt you.

I hate myself for shouting at you,
Giving you dirty looks,
Stomping away and slamming doors,
Not listening to what you say,
And everything else I do.

I know I haven't been the best daughter in the world.
I'm fed up with myself too.
I'm trying to change and be a better person,
To you and everyone else around me.

Mum, Dad
I'm sorry,
Please forgive me.

snow globeTime moves forward slowly, hatred reaching its peak, as light pierces the glass horizon.

Water splashes against the still ceramic manikins forever cursed, with the fake projection of happiness.

Snow falls eternally around them; doomed to be forever trapped in this tiny sphere of liquid.

And what will happen when night falls? Nothing, for inside this encasement of hatred and sadness lies the corpse of a life that once was.

Lemon TreeThere is a lemon tree outside my window,
I'm sure it talks to me.
Whenever I'm alone at night
it whispers quietly.
Not jokes or songs or joyous tales
but descriptions of my hells.
It's bitter voice calls for the winds,
to blow and bend it's spindly limbs,
so it may jab and claw and scrape,
the windows of my lightless space.
It knocks and slaps as if with beat,
And dances on it knobby feet.
It screams and yells without a word,
But every sound is quite well heard.
It laughs and points and counts away,
The sorrows of each passing day.
It knows and chants and wills to be
The pictures that at night I see.
The pain, the tears, the

White Orchid in a Bed of Roses

I'm a white orchid
In a field of rose
swaying yet clinging
when the wind of unwant blows,

I stick out in the crowd
but often am lost
my difference isn't desired
a needless cost,

I stay grounded where I am
while the others are picked
and each time one moves
my essence is pricked,

they don't want me either
they find me too plain
a valueless nothing
with no love to gain,

I'll wither eventually
but I have nothing to lose
my life has no worth to others
why would I force some one to choose?,

All people want
is beauty and grace
they don't want me
and my natural, plain face,

there once was a person
that came by and saw me
fi

Do You Remember?Do you remember that poem you wrote me?
Well, I found it the other day.
It was in my jacket pocket.

I didn't know one piece of paper
Could bring back so many memories.
It's amazing how long it has been
Since you gave it to me.

I am thankful that
I had you in my life.
All the good and bad times,
They made us that much stronger.

Thank you for coming into my life.
Thank you loving me.
I couldn't have asked for anything better.

So you see what a simple
Piece of paper with words on it can do.
It made me remember why I cared so much.
It made me remember you,
So thank you for writing it.

TearsMy tears are falling, like raindrops.
But they aren't as beautiful.

My tears are salty, like the ocean.
But they aren't as peaceful.

My tears are cold, like snow.
But they aren't as pure.

My tears hurt, like pain.
But they aren't as vivid.

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by ~Hannahjanelee, Dec 20, 2012, 7:22:01 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

In a world filled with such a distorted and warped idea about the human body,
We forgot who we really are.
The ads on the television and the posters on the clutter filled streets
Are put up by vermin whose main goal is to make you think that you need products to become beautiful.
And maybe they have convinced you that you need to skip an essential meal to become Barbie.
Or that you require makeup to become presentable.
And in a world where role models are the weight of a five year old,
And people are so judgmental about what they see on the outside,
Our own ideas about true beauty become distorted
And a poisonous seed is planted in our brains.
So I am here to remind you,
Because I know you have forgotten,
You are not ugly my dear.

Society is.

Uglyby ~Hannahjanelee

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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~msimoneaux20 Apr 24, 2013 New member Hobbyist Writer

Great point to adress, we are only as screwed up as society and the media makes us. People shoudn't worry about how everyone else looks, or what everyone else has, ect. They should just live life they way they want to live and not worry about what everyone else says. I also like your choice of words and they way they are written. Well done.

~chaiiro03 Jan 11, 2013

Beautiful doesn't mean to look like everyone else
Beauty is individuality. Beauty is being different but the only curse is only you know it until that right person comes along.

~Hannahjanelee Jan 11, 2013 Student Photographer

What a beautiful way to put it

*MechanicMocha Jan 11, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Thank you, I needed to read something like this.

~Hannahjanelee Jan 11, 2013 Student Photographer

Its my pleasure

~mrs-antichrist Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

This is just so true !!
I look different from a lot of people , so everybody automatically assumes "different=Ugly"
I always thaught what you wrote , I just wasn't able to find the right words , but yours are perfectly showing what I feel !! Thanks so much !

~Hannahjanelee Dec 21, 2012 Student Photographer

Im so glad! Its a poets dream to put into words what others feel inside, so thank you for commenting!

~mrs-antichrist Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

You're welcome

~AlexaTheFox Dec 20, 2012 Student General Artist

Amen, sister.

Society has really poisoned everyone about what beauty should look like, according to the media. And those anorexic hoes that show up in the magezines and tv have really helped with the poison. Every girl has damaged themselves to become what everyone would consider "beautiful" to please people, especially the teen girls. And they don't need to do that; they just need to be happy and everyone who tells them to be this or that needs to give them a big middle finger.
I hope that one day, society gets a slap to the face and wakes up. But that's not going to happen now.
I congradulate you on addressing this issue through this poem. Well done.

~Hannahjanelee Dec 20, 2012 Student Photographer

That is exactly what I was going for. Thank you

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