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B e a u t i f u l.Tears roll down her cheeks
and he kisses them away lovingly;
she flinches warily from his touch.
He takes her chin between his fingers,
turning her face up to his own.
Don't look at me.
Her beautiful blue eyes swim.
He is confused.
Why not, darling?
A sob wracks her body,
along with a fresh wave of tears.
I'm ugly.
His eyes fill with loving concern.
You're not ugly.
He leans closer -
a soft gasp escapes her -
their faces inches apart.
You're beautiful, baby.
He kisses her soft lips,
and for the first time in her life
she feels utterly beautiful.

Your Eyes.They say the eyes are a window to one's soul.
How lucky I was to discover these windows, so long unopened,
shut tightly and lacking trust, faith, truth and love.
What a pleasing adventure to pry those windows open
only to see an even greater beauty past the sullied glass.
Such overwhelming emotion that had been waiting to escape.
Such love merely resting until everything fell into place.
Such meek kindness and sweet, tentative affection.
Who am I to be the recipient of such wonders?
The content companion of one so lovely, as inwardly as out.
Oh, if only the glass were a mirror,
reflecting back in a bid for triumphant realization;

S i l h o u e t t e.She is a ghost of her former self.
Her once colourful emotions
are now all hues of grey.
As the scars on her arms fade,
she disappears with them,
leaving only a shadow of what used to be.

She is just another silhouette
dancing under the strong old tree.

Take Me There.Somewhere on the vast Earth lies a special place.
A place where two individuals are destined to meet.
Lovers who long to be in each other's warm embrace at last,
sure to never let go.
A place that will lead to endless happiness,
and a bright and promising future for two confused souls.
This place is magical -
nothing short of exceptional in its brilliance -
and though it lay unoccupied now,
both would give their lives to be there.

F e l i c i t y.His eyes -

whether they be blue,
a hue so deep a girl could drown
simply by gazing into them;

whether they be green,
a delicate shade of emerald
in which all his stories are intricately carved;

whether they be a beautiful brown,
sweet and decadent as dark chocolate
and nearly as sweet as himself

- hold me captive.

F r e e.Here and now -
this is the only time we can feel like kids again.
This energy,
when we're together it's all-consuming;
we can't help but let loose and feel free.
It's beautiful,
and unlike anything describable through words,
only to be felt by experiencing it.
Unbreakable;
the bond we share is strong and unyielding,
holding us together to never let go again.
I know
that when you promise me forver, you mean it.
You know
that I love you. I won't make the same mistake again.

Puppet Show.He is the puppeteer -
and she, his marionette -
pulling on heartstrings
and writing her story.

She is infinitely clueless,
and far too trusting,
so blind to his motives
and thoroughly innocent.

If only she knew
of his closet full of dolls.
She is one of many,
though he swears she is his only.

She is a puppet,
and all his world is her stage.

A Million Times.You could break my heart
A million times, and in a
Million dif'rent ways.

I'll still love you;
more than life itself.

P o r c e l a i n.She is frail;
So intricately delicate
And easily broken
Afraid of being shattered
Made of something
So much more brittle than glass.

She is vulnerable;
She gives so easily
With her heart on her sleeve
The wispy strands of her hair
So often drenched in sorrow
To match her tear-stained cheeks.

She feels insubstantial;
Invisible among others
Drifting through each day
A ghost in an unfamiliar body
Unnoticed by anyone
And cared about by none.

But she can be strong;
With a burning intensity
That frightens her at times
She has so much to give
And little time to spare
To those who mean nothing to her.

She is anything but a d

B r o k e n.I am broken.

I'm crying,
can't you see it?

I'm trembling,
can't you feel it?

I'm screaming,
can't you hear it?

My lips are bleeding,
can't you tase it?

I reek - the essence of fear and regret,
can't you smell it?

I'm hurting.

Don't you care?

G a s e o u s.I am
but one star,
lonely
yet hopeful,
in the constellation
of life.
I'm not
sure how
or why
you came
and picked me,
of all the
stars;
I would
be lying
if I said I wasn't
glad that you did.

T e a r s.Her tears
take her to a
m a g i c a l place.

I n n o v a t e.She needs to
alter herself:
her appearance,
her personality,
everything.
Create something,
someone,
completely new.
Modify her old self -
make it better,
if she won`t find
something brand new.
Renew what has
become old.
Transform
into something
easier to look at.
Vary herself.

At least,
that`s what they tell her.

Please,
don`t listen to them.

She is so beautiful.

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B r o k e n.I am broken.

I'm crying,
can't you see it?

I'm trembling,
can't you feel it?

I'm screaming,
can't you hear it?

My lips are bleeding,
can't you tase it?

I reek - the essence of fear and regret,
can't you smell it?

I'm hurting.

Don't you care?

B e a u t i f u l.Tears roll down her cheeks
and he kisses them away lovingly;
she flinches warily from his touch.
He takes her chin between his fingers,
turning her face up to his own.
Don't look at me.
Her beautiful blue eyes swim.
He is confused.
Why not, darling?
A sob wracks her body,
along with a fresh wave of tears.
I'm ugly.
His eyes fill with loving concern.
You're not ugly.
He leans closer -
a soft gasp escapes her -
their faces inches apart.
You're beautiful, baby.
He kisses her soft lips,
and for the first time in her life
she feels utterly beautiful.

R i b b o n.She is innocence personified

in magnificent pastel colours.

Sun reflecting off soft satin

as it flutters in Spring's fragrant breeze,

mirroring her ethereal beauty.

The world is hers for the taking.

Puppet Show.He is the puppeteer -
and she, his marionette -
pulling on heartstrings
and writing her story.

She is infinitely clueless,
and far too trusting,
so blind to his motives
and thoroughly innocent.

If only she knew
of his closet full of dolls.
She is one of many,
though he swears she is his only.

She is a puppet,
and all his world is her stage.

Heaven on Earth.He pulls me into his arms and a warmth rushes through my body as they snake possessively about my waist. I can't help but smile, feeling my heart begin to beat crazily in my chest at his proximity. Everything about him draws me closer, so much so that it still surprises me after so many months together. Though the time has been quite short, it feels as though I've known and loved him forever, this coming as a reassuring feeling.

His hands tenderly caress the small of my back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the thin strip of bare skin left uncovered by my top. His own upper body is bare on this beautifully warm day - the air too muggy

Take Me There.Somewhere on the vast Earth lies a special place.
A place where two individuals are destined to meet.
Lovers who long to be in each other's warm embrace at last,
sure to never let go.
A place that will lead to endless happiness,
and a bright and promising future for two confused souls.
This place is magical -
nothing short of exceptional in its brilliance -
and though it lay unoccupied now,
both would give their lives to be there.

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S h a t t e r e d.

by *dessiechan, Dec 6, 2012, 2:59:30 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

What is she supposed to do when the whole world is against her? Everything she touches shatters into a million tiny shards, until it resembles the pathetic pieces of her broken heart and withers away to nothing. She'll watch the dust float away on the merciful wind, until it is just an image forever etched into her mind. She'll be satisfied in knowing that it, at least, will finally be safe from this hell on Earth.

S h a t t e r e d.by *dessiechan

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 *dessiechan

"Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines." ~ Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper.

What a dream it would be, to be rescued from this tortuous life.

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~AvengerKitty12 Dec 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

The same week I read 'My Sisters Keeper' commercials for the movie came out lol

And this is very good. Poetry like this comes from inside.

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~stealthyninja21 Dec 6, 2012 Student General Artist

I loved the sister's keeper and this poem is very lovely

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~WhereICallHome Dec 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

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And then you shatter yourself!

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~unusedEmotion Dec 6, 2012 Student Writer

I really love this and it's just perfect for the time right now. You're a wonderful writer.

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*dessiechan Dec 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so much. > // < I'm glad you enjoy my writing.~ And I'm extremely grateful for the watch, I'll try very hard to live up to any expectations you may have.

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~unusedEmotion Dec 6, 2012 Student Writer

Of course, I look forward to seeing more of your works

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~KuraiTenshiV Dec 6, 2012 Hobbyist

it is a very nice poem, and to be rescued is a very nice thought.

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