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S h a t t e r e d.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.

The Meaning Of A KissThe simple act of bringing one's lips to close to the sweet contact of another, to which upon seals a promise.

A kiss should have meaning and not be given out unless it is meant with solemn clarity and truth.

To kiss the hand, a polite gesture of respect, and the intent to treat the recipient as such. The back of the hand to represent strength, and honor. The palm of the hand represents a treasure, to be carefully held and cherished.

To kiss the forehead, a sign of endearment, and the will to be unbreakably bound by friendship. Above the eyes to represent protection, and shelter.

To kiss the cheek is to hope for a blush, relaying admirati

I'm sorryWhen you tore my heart out

And threw it to the ground

Mirthful eyes

That laughed at me

I reached out

To touch you

To apologize

And you shattered

I know why too

It's because you were

Ashamed

Afraid

Embarrassed

Anxious

And you thought that

If you accepted

My hand

Then everything would crash

But as it turns out

You were wrong

Because when I reached out

And you rejected me

You broke

All on your own

I pick up

Your pieces

With remorse

Now I'll have to

Buy a new mirror

I'll Make My Own WayBiting my lips until they bleed
Because there's no one here to kiss them
Sat in the dark because no one needs me with them
Trapped in a cold, dark padded cell
It's meant to be a refuge but it feels like hell
I need the key but I don't even know if there is one

You said it would be easier than this
I don't deserve any of this
Please can someone take me far away from this
Before there's nothing left of me

Because it's just me now
No one else to hold me tight
I'll sing the lullabies to myself
To help me get through the night
And if someone else comes along
To take me out of this place
I'll welcome them with open arms
And a smile

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

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.

Never EnoughYou told me I was kind.
The kindest person you'd ever known.
You knew I was there for you if
The tears were about to flow.
If I was ever feeling broken,
You always made me happy.
Your angellic voice made my lips
Curl upwards into a smile.

You told me I was witty.
It was so easy to make you laugh.
You always giggled at my jokes,
No matter how bad they were.
Hearing your laughter,
It's ringing, shimmering tone,
Always had the power
To send tingles down my spine.

You told me I was smart.
I was always very modest.
You said you enjoyed the chance
To hold intelligent conversation.
You said you liked talking to me,
As we had sim

Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.

Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
In.
My.
Diary.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.

Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
In.
My.
Diary.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.

Today I cried.
And cried.
And... cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you hav

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?

Why?Tell me, why do I play with the sound of your name at night?
Why do I savor the syllables as they hover off of my mouth?
Why do I close my eyes and think about what would happen if I just up
and kissed you?

Why do I paint these vivid pieces in my head
these zealous images of your lips, your hips
the artful incline of your nose, and cheeks, and acorn eyes.

Why do I crave any form of affection from you?
A subconscious touch on the arm,
a brush of hands in the hallway
And on the most beautiful of days,
a hug.

Why is it that I thirst of something from you--
anything at all,
when I know deep down inside that this idea of
you and me

A New and Bright FriendshipIt's always been hard to explain my feelings
But right now I'm speechless
I've never thought I could care so much
So quickly
Yet here I am
Offering my help and support
No matter what.

Some of my darkest corners
Smile when I talk to you
My worries begin to fade
And my stomach feels warm
A new and bright friendship
I'm just glad I met you.

Reason To Believe"Reason To Believe"

I long for hope that burns inside of me
Because there are so many things that I've never seen
So many places that I've never been
So much beauty that has yet to begin

This hope I long for that burns inside of me
Is the means and reason for me to believe
In all the things I've known and everything I have
For things can never really be that bad.

This hope I have is what pushes me forward
Slightly northward and around the corner
Its what gets me by each and every day
Because you never know what tomorrow may convey

You never really know what the future holds
Some days are bronze while others are gold
You never r

MuteI rip out my vocal cords
One at a time
With no disregard towards
The blood and gore I'm

Getting on my rotting palms
No one cares anyways
They wouldn't care if I was dropping bombs
They're too wrapped up in their own days

Why make myself mute
Now they can't hear me complain
About my oh so very cute
And insignificant pain

Now they won't need
To suffer anymore
They will be freed
From me, only a constant sore

CreedDo not tremble when you speak his name.
Do not grasp at crumbs like a starving stray.
Do not be fazed by the weepies.
If you allow others in,
Do not allow them to be harmed by your darkness.
Do not forget you are not the only you.
Be stronger than the ones who came before.
Stand on your own.
Stare down adversity and triumph.
Do not fear vanishing.
Do not seek to disappear.
If you cry,
Remember to wash tears away and smile.
Even when you are alone,
Seek the strength to persevere.
Do not give in.
Do not give up.
Accept things with grace and dignity-
Except defeat.
Never accept defeat.
Fight until you win,
Even when it hurts

My Master's VoiceI screamed at him "I'm leaving!"
He smiled and said "okay"
I said "no, for once I mean it
This time you wont make me stay"

But bags were never really packed
And that night in our bed I lay
The taste of blood on my lips
Still remained there the next day

I screamed at him "please stop this!
I am the Mother to your child
Baby, I know you have a temper
I know my ways make you so wild"

"But I promise I'll try harder
Not to push your buttons so much"
With that the beast resumed control
As I quiver at each stolen touch

They scream at me to leave him
To them it's such a simple choice
But it's been so long since I've heard
Anything

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Your Eyes.

by *dessiechan, Dec 5, 2012, 3:29:52 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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; a vow to not leave until this vain hope is achieved; a promise to illustrate what magnificence lies within. You, darling, are so beautiful.

Your Eyes.by *dessiechan

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Mais les yeux sont aveugles. Il faut chercher avec le cœur.

“But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart." ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince.

I could look into your eyes forever, love, and never tire of their lustre.