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Please, don't give up.You’re not alone, even if you feel such sorrow
Please try to calm your mind and forget about tomorrow
I know that life can hurt, but from my happiness you can borrow
Please don't cry anymore, I will help you with the troublesome morrow

Even if the bad seem to be everywhere you go
Just keep in mind that you have to stay away from what’s below
And I know that you’ll learn from these bad experiences
So then you can help those who are inexperienced

Please don’t be sad, everyone has a reason for his or her existence
You can’t ever give up, push through and have resistance
The worst thing you could do is to l

I'll wipe off your tearsTrust me when I say this, everything will be alright
I’ll be here, to comfort you every moment of your life
Cry on my chest if you like, only if it lets you feel right
Because I will always be here, right by your side

I know some things can be unexpected,
And sometimes the bad can’t be evaded
But I’ll try my best, so you can be able to rest
And I’ll try my best to relieve you from stress

Because I care too much to leave you with pain
It tears my heart to see you like this again
You’ve told me to step back, but it's too sad and tiring
I promise you, this will be the last time you’ll be crying

She left for heavenWe lost an amazing woman this week
A beautiful angel that was taken back to heaven
And from our eyes we shed our tears, for a woman we hold dear
That we will never forget, because in our heart she’ll always stay

A great woman who is proud of her son
That from heaven she yells “That’s my one”
The one she will always watch over and protect from the dark
Because she is sweet, kind, and always full of love

So please do not fear the obstacles that you’ll take
You have people who care for you and your mothers embrace
She will hold you tight and from heaven she’ll say
“I love you so much and with you forev

Suffering of PuppetsTug one string, whip him round
Contort him in malevolent ways
"Oh dear," ― a ripping sound ―
"Poor thing's seen too many plays."

Pull him this'a way
― An' that'a way ―
And back again,
Until his time's done.

Suddenly, up goes his head ―
But without a tug of the thread.
He whispers, nigh-silently, his plight,
defiantly: "What gives you the right?"

He wraps loose string about his arms,
Pulls, and his master he disarms.
Indignantly: "You'll curse the day
That you denied us any say
As to the workings of these foul plays."

Breaking the strings that bind him;
He's breaking the rules,
― And all reservation insi

Flood of Hope~ Nothing quite compares
to the beauty of the rain
that crowns me in hope
and carries me away
into another world
where I feel so free
from this broken land
and haunted jubilees.
In the dreary night,
I can hear them sing
of the trifling rain
that this nature brings
and it makes me mad
knowing that they rebuke
this lovely thing called rain
that serves as my refuge.
Under it's healing touch,
my soul is at eternal ease.
Scars of shame disappear
like black holes in the galaxy.
Since my darkness fell
to the power of the rain,
everything is brighter within
and I've never been the same. ~

The Oppression of PrideSome think that love is the downfall of man,
others think that hate is the essence of sin.
But what about the very concept of pride
that feeds the ego dwelling inside?
I've had my share of seeing such pride
and how it destroys the light in one's eyes.
What once was beautiful turned out to be
the characteristics of deep vanity.
Don't they know, it's the humble soul
that truly surpasses any other jewel?
And if one should think that they are better,
it just ruins their appearance altogether.
So don't let pride consume your heart
and tear your radiant spirit apart.
For if you deny what's real and true,
pride will make a ba

My Dedicated LoveYou are so angelic, and so unique
I can't believe that you even talk to me
Cause all you're qualities makes you so radiant
It would feel like I was speaking to an angel

This sounds really corny or cliché,
But is the truth what I speak
You're my inspiration for writing these poems
You're in my mind every time I grab my pencil
And every love poem I make is dedicated to you

There's only one word that explains what I feel
Is a feeling that seems insane but its real
A feeling that I have deep inside of my heart
And that feeling is called "love"

She made mistakes in the pastShe only leaves at night, but she did not want this life
And no one knows that, every night she cries
Under sheets of her bed, regretting all she has ever done
And that her only good friend is her hidden knife

Mistakes when she was young will her hunt now
Because all she did was drugs and guys from the crowd
And all her so called friends have left her down
All she needed was love, why would you make her frown?

Because every boy she laid with, only fed her lies
She thought that it was love, so she would always try
She could’v used someone, but you people left her alone
Now she’s walking on the streets, because she’s us

BeautyBeauty rose out of that silent sea,
Her eyes were tepid with wild thunder,
And then she turned and looked at me.
Me; a meagre man who knew no lady fair,
Nor one of care as she snaps my heart asunder.

Beauty flew up to that sinister sky,
Her lips were dark with mad desire,
And then she turned and started to cry.
Cry; a crude curse who knew no mortal smile,
Nor one so vile as she scars my aura in fire.

Beauty stood up on that scarlet skin,
Her locks were rouge with quiet rain,
And then she turned and walked on sin.
Sin; a sordid spirit who knew no lover true,
Nor one in clue as she saves me from my pain.

On A Rainy DayI awoke this morning to the gentle patter of rain,
It drummed and drummed, the rhythm never the same-
When the dark clouds came
Everyone was in dismay
But not I,
For I felt all my pain
Just wash away with the falling rain.

I smiled and arose
Looked down from my window and found my mother’s rose
Beads of water dripped from its vibrant pedal,
Facing their life’s ends with such mettle.
I smiled and whispered “beautiful”
For this,
The joy from the sight, was plentiful.

Each small droplet landed with its own individual thud
Bursting on the glass
And racing down, so fast.
There must have been a hundred of those small outca

Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.

I thrive and depend on your compliments

And it is only then as a direct consequence,

Am I truly able to write with confidence.

Even though your words are only temporary.

I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,

In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.

My own validation depends on your approval.

Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.

Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.

Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?

When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?

How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?

Of a craft and skill I still think any

Coming OutWith promises to be good,
you prayed every day
and waited for the sign,

even when a songbird touched
down on the roofs of Kansas
and went hollow on your shoulder.

The shedding of teardrops,
the coming out of a heartland
from its religion.

Breathing the smoke of its ash,
and being washed clean of what
you thought you knew.

The locusts never come,
the harvest will yet fail,
but don't deny the butterfly

that carries you over pastures
of dairy cows too busy
to look up at you and judge.

Living a Lie.Living a Lie.

You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.

When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.

As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.

You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.

But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool

Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than tw

and love becomes their songthe dark, seething, crimson rose
begged for your touch
upon her twisting, cutting,
luscious vine

"Bleed for me,"
she pleads,
"restore the color to my petals
winter's thieved."

she splays herself
before your palms
"Breathe of me,"
she requisitions,
"house me in your loving lungs
so I can be your song."

so you reach for thorny vine
and she wraps herself around you;
drinking of your vigor-
as you place renewed petals
before your face
and breathe her seed
into your waiting chest

"Water me,"
she sings,
"let me drink of you
in a new way."

and without waiting
for your bated
yes-
she tightens her spiny grip
around your flesh
and tears water the

Wake up now, my dear old friendWake up now, my dear old friend,
Your daily sleep has reached its end.
Embrace your worldly cares once more
And take one step outside your door;
You’ll find there, waiting for you still,
The tasks and deeds you’ve to fulfill
So do not waste another ray,
Get up, get up and start your day.
You’ll have your sleep again tonight
And when you do, you will sleep tight
But until such times are near,
Get up, wake up, today is here.

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There's no escape.

I'm afraid that I'm being watched
I'm so scared that I've painted the walls
With no paintbrush, but my hands and my blood
I'm so paranoid that I've barely slept once

My eyes have bloodshot
And I'm thinking of getting my head shot
This monster just won't leave my thoughts
And I know that I'm constantly getting watched

Creaking sounds roam inside my head
My conscience, my memory, they're starting to decay
I don't know where I am
I don't know if I should live

I know how I could make this end
If my brain is splattered I won't see him again
And no one will remember me if I don't remember them
So goodbye to everyone, and beware the s

Slenderman Watches, Slenderman Follows

There's a myth of a figure-like man
Who wears a suit, has no face, and arms incredibly expands
A willowy man with tentacles for hands
Hence his chilling name "Slenderman"

He lurks in the fog and everywhere that's dark
He wanders around where your eyes cannot spot
Every child cries, because of the nightmare he's brought
Don't go near the woods, because that's where he spawned

Don't ever walk alone, that might only be a thought
In the mist or in the dark is were you'll be caught
He'll follow you unsound, to make your sanity decay
So never turn around, or you'll never be found

Just Open Your HeartImpatient thoughts and a depressive heart
God told me to throw them away, but I kept them in my chest
They're leaving my heart, but they're staying in my head
People filling me with hate, people making my eyes shed
I'm letting myself get influenced, in a psychological way
I felt He was calling me, He knew how to make it go away
So I sat in my room, took a deep breath and prayed with all my faith

As soon as I opened my heart, god quickly filled me with love
He filled me with patience, relieved me from my sorrowful thoughts
As long as I don't doubt, I will never be corrupt
And forever in my heart, happiness will be sprout

My Heart, My ChoiceEvery person that I've met
Would tell me that I get no respect
From the beautiful girl that I like best
So they'll laugh at me till I get upset

It's hypocrisy at its best
Since people who call me friend, I'll have to detest
And their ignorant guess are causing me stress
Because some of it gets in my head, but I've left few without breath

They'll not choose the directions I'll take
Because now I know what's real and what's fake
They just can't understand the feeling I've obtained
They want to remove the happiness that I've gained
But my heart is true, so I will never be changed

My Sleepless NightI couldn't sleep last night
Because I had you by my side
In the dark I could see your gorgeous brown eyes
And in my heart I could feel your tender love

Even when I could feel my whole body freezing
I would look at you, awake or simply sleeping
You, just being by my side breathing
I would get a warm cozy feeling

It wouldn't bother me that you would take most of the quilt
You yourself were my own comforter
Like laying down in the grass looking at the moon
I got lost admiring the sleeping beauty of you

Hypocrisy Wears A MaskIs hard to understand, when people just pretend
Or is it complete ignorance that I can't comprehend
My house is full of masked people, so they'll never reveal the truth
When they're around people, they'll never show they're crude

It's a burden to be the only one unmasked
Every truth I speak will quickly get me scolded
Because they'll never care unless I become one of theirs
So they'll slander my name and try to drive me insane

They'll never leave me alone; they seem to be everywhere I go
They'll never let me have peace, not until I wear my own
I hope I never join those ignorant masked clones
I don't want to have a cynical two face

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It's the new year.

by ~GentlePeace, Feb 1, 2013, 1:11:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

The year has reached the end, and I’m reminiscing the time that I spent
From the dreadfulness I bared, to the happiness that I shared
It’s all in the past, but I’ll never forget all the many times people cared
And the future seems better to me; there could be no reason to be discontent

It’s unbelievable and unpredictable, how much I changed that year
I could barely understand myself and now I know my biggest fear
I’ve managed many of my problems; I’d say none is left near
And many reasons keep me going, which many I hold dear

As for my resolutions, I hold few, the lesser I’ve let loose
I’ll accept all my faults; it’s made my situations obtuse
Then my mind will be calm, and I’ll make what’s paramount true
I know this will be a great year; it will be amazing thanks to you

It's the new year.by ~GentlePeace

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

This was made for a group contest on Deviantart, sadly, I didn't submit this poem in time. Did not notice the difference in time zones. So, why not just submit it as a normal none poem contest thing, thing.

On a side note: this poem used to go on another direction... I switched it at last second.

Also, the "you" refers to many people. It's not a you, but a yous?

That's it, stay safe. I wrote too much in this description.