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Never Let Me GoPlease...
Never let me go.
Hold me in your arms forever,
And never let me go.
Only hold me like this,
With my head against your chest,
And let me listen to your heart.
Just hold this broken soul
Let this broken heart beat gently
In harmony with yours
Run your fingers through my hair,
And kiss my lips tenderly.
Let me cling to your shirt
As you sing to me softly.
Hold me while I cry,
And never let me go.

Broken Heart For SaleThis is my heart.

Broken, bruised, bleeding.

Take it and please don't break it...
It brings blood to my hollow veins and makes me remember that I am alive and still aching.

Always aching, always hurting...

Last Week's AlcoholLife is passing by and we're still drinking
Last week's alcohol...

All my life I've sat in my room
     Dead inside
       Watching the world pass by
          The wind blows outside my window
               And life passes me by

So many stupid rules
    Forgetting-or never knowing-how to live
       What it's like to be alive

I'm watching you
     Fall apart

Make Your Choice "Leave or be condemned."

...I stayed...

Someone Once Asked....Someone once asked me...

"What is love?"

I looked at them blankly.

"Well don't you know?" I asked.

Love is that tingling feeling that you get from your head to your toes.

Love is the knowledge that you'll always have "that one."

The one that will hold you close.

Love is the one who will alway fight and protect you.

Love is the knowledge that you are loved for who you are.

Love is the one you can tell all your secrets too, and know they'll hold them close.

It's the one who'll make you smile the most.

The one that will know you through and through.

Love is what will make you delierously happy.

Who will be your strength and your she

AcheI wish you were here
So I could let the tears flow.
So you could see how it is,
on these nights.
Maybe you'd understand the loneliness,
This strange ache in my chest.

The whispersOn the edge of my sanity here
not understanding the voice in my ear
it whispers things I don't want to hear
The syllables like tendrils
curl their fingers around my thoughts
like a disease with a cure that can't be bought
I hear all of my inner fears and faults
all of my imperfections cloud my mind
Now this negative vibe spreads slow
through my veins like poison
it's coldness freezes me where I am
"I loathe all my ugly features and quirks
how can any one stand to be around me?"
This voice in my ear seems to be satisfied
after this last line was inserted in my brain
my will fights a losing battle against negativity

My sanity i

I'm aliveHeart pounding-
I stare into Oblivion-
I close my eyes
And rely only on instinct-
Then- I'm off.

I feel myself plunge,
down- down-
I pedal on,
faster- faster-

I open my eyes
And watch everything fly
Just as a blur.
I can feel my blood
Pulsing steadily through
My entire body.

I remember: I'm alive.

HopeWe'll make it through tonight
Through this long and winding tunnel
We'll defeat the night
Crashing through time and space
Until we find our place
And the stars will be alight to guide us
Hand in hand we run through the monsoon
Hope for summertime in our eyes

When They Put You In My Arms..You're my world...
Bloody, but beautiful.

Unconditionally.You. Are. Stupid.

....I. Love. You.

Fighting AloneYou saw me standing there,
Cold, broken, and alone
You somehow knew my flaws
Before I did myself.

You aimed your rifles at me
Your talons poised to strike;
I came out alive but scarred
Heaven only knows how.

So now you've launched a surprise attack
Thinking I'd be alone
You dared not stare me down with your hateful glare
As cowards, you couldn't meet my eyes.

You were ready to strike me down
And leave my body all ablaze
You didn't realize
This solitary soilder was not standing alone.

You didn't see their faces.
You didn't hear their voices.
You didn't know they were there
Until we conquered you from within.
You counted on

MazeAll so confused
Like everywhere we turn
Something else happens
Life becomes a never-ending maze
With happiness as the prize
For getting out
You could get out
With a single bullet
And sometimes
With self-inflicted pain
Upon your skin
You can forget
How frustrating this maze has become
As a small child,
You dove in to the maze
Unaware that it would be anything
But fun
Unaware that it would be anything
A band-aid couldn't fix
And that soon
You would be
Back against the wall
Crying and alone.
Walk with me,
Through the maze
Maybe I cannot..
Find your way out for you
Instantly
But I can surely
Guide you
And help you b

FallenThe little girl came up to me,
And touched my bare back.
"What's wrong?"
She inquired,
Her tiny pure fingers,
Grazing over,
My bloody gashes,
"Are you an angel?"
She asked with her sweet,
Innocent voice,
I trembled,
And clawed the dirt and mulch,
With my strong hands,
"I was,"
I whispered,
But I would not turn,
My face to her,
Because children,
Are as pure as angels,
Which I was no longer,
"I was…?"
She echoed softly,
Reaching down,
And picking up,
A soon dissolving feather,
From the brush,
Where many others also,
Sat scattered,
Quickly fading away,
"What are you now?"
She asked,
Dancing about,
Trying to s

Who I am."You should be ashamed"

Why?
I am not sorry for I am.
I am not sorry for what or who I can never be.

I'm not made to please everyone around me.
I'm not the type to make c o n g a t i o u s smiles or fits of laughter.
Don't act or treat me like I am.

See me. Not for who I could be pretend be,
but for who I am on the inside of the shell.

I'm rough, brash, cocky, sophisticated.
[on the outside]
I'm okay, weird, misunderstood.
[on the outside]

But on the inside,
I am like a little girl wanting to play,
only hoping not get hurt by a treacherous smile.

Who I am is the girl who comes off far to strong,
in fear she will be forgotten.

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I will be in all of them.
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And make it perfection.
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       Everything and more.
He's more than a friend,
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More than a lover,
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     More than a heart beating steadily next to mine,
      More than protection,
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The Point of No ReturnEverything is so strange,
Here,
At the point of no return.
There's no looking back
Or wondering.
Not any more.
At the point of no return.
Somehow I've fallen under this spell-
And somehow I'm feeling,
It's up that I fell!
But was I really seeking good,
Or just seeking...attention?
Well it's too late now.
Well-
I hope your happy.
The final question:
Did I really mean anything to you,
And will you mourn for me when I'm gone?
Oh well...
As Erik says:
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CinderellaHey Cinderella...
“Yes?”
Are you really that lucky?
Cinderella, are you really that happy?
I want to know-where is my fairy tale?
Cinderella, are you really that privileged?
Cinderella, how’d you get your prince and your kingdom?
Cinderella, is your happy ending really all that happy?
Is it really all that perfect…?
Why are you so perfect?
Why did all your dreams come true?
What about the rest of us?
What about me?
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Cinderella are you really everything we think you are?
Is your life really that great?
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Snow Globe

by ~PrincessBlackRose, Apr 26, 2011, 9:41:52 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

_{I am walking on glass
My world is enclosed in the shards
Thin ice
It is cracking

You are walking along the edge of a knife,
Stray a little and you will fall

Stumbling along, hearing the snap
Of my world crumbling to pieces

The knife is calling my name
Beckoning
Bid my blood run...

Rebuild my empty world
With glass the color of her hair
And a sun the shade of her smile

Fill my once empty world with color
Take my hand in yours and we will enter heaven together}

Snow Globeby ~PrincessBlackRose

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

"Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-stripe scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, -letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, 'Don't worry, Susie. He has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world.'"~The Lovely Bones

~RunningBear5858 May 14, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

creepy. I like it though.

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~PrincessBlackRose May 15, 2011 Student Writer

thanks :d and for the fave as well!

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~writeforreality Apr 27, 2011

I will do whatever it takes to hold up the glass for you. And should I fail to hold it together, I will repair it.

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~PrincessBlackRose Apr 27, 2011 Student Writer

...There's somethings even you can't do...

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~writeforreality Apr 29, 2011

And who says I can't try?

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~PrincessBlackRose Apr 29, 2011 Student Writer

...Fair enough...

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~writeforreality May 2, 2011

...I will always be here.

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~PrincessBlackRose May 3, 2011 Student Writer

...Make me believe it...give me a reason trust you.....

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~writeforreality May 4, 2011

It seems you've set the foundation for that yourself, love.

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~PrincessBlackRose May 5, 2011 Student Writer

I suppose all the reasons were there in front of me...

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