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Lie To MeFingertips lace around my ribs
And pull at my skin
As my breath catches
At the coolness of your touch.

Calm these trembling hands
And hold them tight in yours.
I'll move my lips on yours
Just so you don't have to.

Hearts beat faster and
My breath shudders with insecurity.
Press my body close to yours
So I don't shatter into fragments.

Lie to me one more time.
Tangle your legs in mine,
Brush your lips along my neck.
Make me feel alive.

PhosphenesThe Lights play Games.
Lingering Shadows,
Silhouttes by candle light,
Hands reflected on the Ceiling...
And Bright new Blubs,
Leave Rings in our Eyes.
On, off.
On, off.
On.
Off.

Love LiesLove lies.

And I was never in love.
I will deny it every time you ask.
I will say "No."
I will say "It didn't mean anything."
I will say "I'm fine."

Love lies
In your fingertips as you trace
The curves of my body,
Memorizing every turn.
And I was happy.

But suddenly I'm screaming and
Holding my head in my hands
Because I can't remember how to breathe.
And I'm pounding my dashboard because
I can't handle listening to this song anymore.
But I don't like the silence.

Love lies,
And I didn't ask for this.
I didn't mean to spit my heart out so close
To your feet because you keep stepping on it,
And I don't think you even re

Your StoryI'd much rather cry for you
'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bare

So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
But after you share your story
Please don't ask me about mine

If only I could play the violin
I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
Fighting my demons with imaginary swords

Although I'm limited to words on paper
And the words aren't sung by a beautiful voice
These words make my story into a song
And this song confronts you with a choice

You can close your eyes
And p

It is the DarknessIt is the darkness that cumulates, coils and collects
At the edge of the visible light; a haven in the night,
Never quite visible, always tangible. Always pulling
On the fraying edges of the mind’s tapestry that one day,
As all things must, will unravel, unwind, and remain unfinished.
It is death’s running chase that reveals ones innermost self.
There is the rain and the moon and the dark stormy clouds
And these are evocative of their master. They’re the painter’s stroke,
The craftsman’s signature style, and above all else,
They are the Roman’s requiem, solemn and persistent,
Fashioning a loose, strai

HeartI left my heart's door open,
But no one walked in.
I laughed but no one laughed with me.
All that's left is a symphony.
It's coming from the back of my heart.
I'm waiting for someone to hear it.
Will you listen?

Beautiful CarnageNightmares smiled sweetly as angels shattered.

Ghost StoryWhat is this
on the next horizon
holding strong against the wind,
it is a figment,
it is an oil stain,
it is something
less than a blur
and more than a photograph.

SleepInstead of ripping the covers off,
          Shaking it violently,
                    And forcing cold breakfast down its throat,

I wish they would carefully wake a sleeping poem
And ask it gentle questions
          Before its dreams are forgotten

Tomorrow Is Another DayHow can I dream
When I'm hurt?
How can I smile
When I'm dirt?

How can I hope
When I'm forgotten?
How can I be
When I'm nothing?

I don't know how
But there are some things
That you just have to do
If not for yourself
Then for someone close

I don't know if these words
Will impact you, or set an impression
But take this advice
From an old cutter
It gets better, even if your life has melted like butter

You're not forgotten
You're always in someone's mind
You're not dirt
Cause to someone you shine

There is still hope for you
Even if your dream is broken
I noticed that
When the girl I loved, came even closer

Don't hurt yo

I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.

The struggles that plague me, though none may know,

Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles

Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine

I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.

Though the silence continues to press upon me,

Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.

Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,

If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012

ROAD CLOSEDMy face is a town
that she's put in her rearview mirror
I've been the way there and back again
Now I have no way out

The only lovers that know my lips
are the vices I can't stop clinging to
We all take our medicine
then creep home under the radar

I'm just killin' time
until time kills me

Shh.Shh, and hear the silent scream
Of the girl you used to be.

Human GlitchesWe live in a world where people
Have become robotic; it's fatal.
And to realize our glitches
Are itches we can not scratch out
From our powered on minds.

We're using it, rusing you, choosing
To rely on a thinking machine
Just to perfect this resolution.
We'll ruin evolution.

Wires connect to my brain,
I can't live without its content.
I'd like to know what it feels like
To be human again.

We breathe in a world where oxygen
Expires our soul and replaces it
With a cold brain and an empty body.
Our defects make us the infection,
That's brought in this disease.

We're losing it, abusing this, fusing
A war inside of oursel

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Confidence

by =NynjaKat, Sep 30, 2012, 4:26:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

The mirror said nice things about me today.
But tomorrow it will probably be biased,
And strongly opinionated,
To say otherwise.

Confidenceby =NynjaKat

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I always try to be confident with myself....but people have been insulting me so much lately that it gets hard at times.

I'm sorry I haven't submitted any drawings lately. I will try to draw something soon to share with you guys. I have the ideas, just not the energy, time or motivation to carry them out right now.

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~Sigma-Echo-Seven Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

A short, pointed edge. Well done.

~BoQu1shaCaeruelus Oct 8, 2012

Gurl, u probly already kno dis, but u iz b bootiful, and dem haters iz triflin

~Art-Greylace Oct 4, 2012

Warning: wall of text.

I really like that first line. And the concept of the poem is really good.

I love how you projected your own feelings about yourself onto the mirror. It gives the impression that you aren't really in control of it, that you aren't just judging yourself through the mirror. It gives a stunningly clear image of your psyche. That single word, today, added a nice touch, as it implied that the mirror doesn't always or even usually say nice things about you.

But forgive me for saying this- it feels like you're writing in free verse because you haven't put in the time to write it in a more rhythmic way.

There is some strong power in that first line.

The second, or at least the start of it, seems to continue the first in an unexpected but very nice way.

Unfortunately, it seems downhill from there. The fourth line seems incomplete, like it doesn't fit the rest- and frankly doesn't make any grammatical or poetic sense.

I think you should try playing with that last bit for a while and try to fit it better with the rest. If you manage that, you'll really have a complete poem. I would not make it more than a few lines longer. It's fantastic to convey so much in so little- don't add, you'll only ramble. Note that it took me this much to respond to four lines.

Please don't feel insulted by this. I'm trying to give an in-depth critique here. I'm not dismissing your work, to the contrary, I'm putting time and effort into looking at what is good and what to improve. Because I really think you have something to say there. I want to see this poem finished and perfect. Damn, I sound like one of my teachers.

But basically I see so much in that first line that I really want to see what this would be like with four lines that brilliant.

~Actsofart Oct 31, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I was going to say something of the nature of this in far fewer words.
I guess I'll just agree.

~Art-Greylace Oct 31, 2012

I wish I had done this in far fewer words. But they just kept coming and I was too lazy to edit back down again.

~Actsofart Nov 1, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

it works.

=NynjaKat Oct 12, 2012 General Artist

thank you for the advice o___o that is a big wall...

~Art-Greylace Oct 15, 2012

yeall... even I don't know how I wrote that....

~MTMAL13 Oct 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

ah so true with me too. the confidence really helps but i understand what you mean. sometimes i cant help but consider what people say or think about me.

=NynjaKat Oct 12, 2012 General Artist

yea..:/

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