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MidnightMidnight has always been my favorite time of night. Where everything is drenched in suffocating darkness, except for the lucky places decorated with bright orange street lights.

The dark untouched places hiding secrets and wandering eyes and obscuring figures that have never been, or always were.

I loved the feeling of the bitter coldness that sinks into your skin and chills you bones. Turning warm peach skin to cool pasty white.

Twisting any blossoming summer beauty into a wilting winter bloom.

The beautiful sight that is the royal blue sky that's an almost inky black usually sown with sparkling stars and a glowing moon or slender wisps

Different EyesAll the tears,
All the pain,
All the washed up yesterdays,
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly,
To see this world,
From different eyes,
Maybe I could witness,
A little love,
Not just sorrow,
When push comes to shove,
So here I sit,
Cold and pale,
And all I wish,
Is to tell my tale,

Work Force CycleWork Force Cycle
From the day you're born,

You're called to be special.

You go to school and college.

You "learn" the curriculum.

Mathematics, literature, history…

You download that information,

because you need it.

Creativity, you say?

Don't bother with that.

It doesn't follow the curriculum.

Just download the knowledge

and

you're ready for reality.

Oh, you say you aren't special?

Don't say that, you're quite special.

Now let's see …

You are going to be a businessman.

What, you say you want to be an artist?

No, that won't due.

That won't make you special.

A job like that can't give you:

Money

Rules

Power…

What, yo

MasqueradeHidden faces all around...
No Identities shall be found
Music notes ignite like a flame
People dance with no shame
For with masks, faces are sealed
No fear that identities shall be revealed
For within a masquerade
All secrets shall be saved

Silently"You'll be okay," they told me
but said goodbye to the old me,

then left me to die,
and ignored every cry.

Tears that fall silently,
unseen, still violently

leave scars on my skin.
And with my voice so thin,

I know I will rue
now what I'm telling you.

So I will just smile
and say by the pile,

"I'm fine again."
But I'm screaming in pain!

Can't you hear me?

Keep it outKeep it out
Out of sight
Out of mind
Even if if really means
Keeping it all in

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

Stormwalker

Stormwalker

Tread harshly on my nightmares

Make my fears all disappear

Hold me close, my rainstopper

So I won't be alone...anymore
-
A night like tonight
It'll be alright
To cry

Tears seem to fly
Within glistening light
So fine

Relieve thy tired heart
Put thy pain in my arms
Allow those woes to depart

The strong are the weak ones / Once the damage is finally done
Crack and shatter my soul / My protected tears are no more
Don't let my sympathy be wasted / My morals won't become faded

I'm leaving my heart open / Don't let yourself worsen
I will always care / I will always be here
This is what I will always be / The vanquisher of your ag

GoodbyesA shy hello begins the tale,
Two strangers in a play,
A quiet word, a moment's care
Brings back the mirth of May,
And then a smile, a borrowed laugh,
Perhaps a happy tear,
Life's woes are few, its gifts renew,
But they don't last, my dear.

Such weeping I have often seen;
So many fruitless tears,
And yet a question I have asked
Met silence through the years.
Alone the crave, alone the grave;
All pain is pleasure's loan,
We come with naught, and thus depart,
Tell me, what do we own?

We are wildflowers in the breeze
A breath of father time,
And in the hue, in wanton dew
Perhaps there is some rhyme,
And for a spell, we briefl

Experts at the FallYou can't fly with a broken wing.
You can't dance with a broken leg.
You can't smile with a broken heart.

But you can sure fake it.

Wipe your tears away.
Look yourself in the mirror.
Bring the corners of your mouth up,
and fake your life.

And if you succeed,
no one has to see your scars.

The RavenLongingly, the black bird looks out the window to her right. The bars holding her within the cage remain as cold and merciless as ever, giving barely enough room for her to open her full wingspan. The tips of her wings graze along the iron bars of her cage, causing pain to ripple up her wings from the unnatural imprisonment. She squawks in discomfort, loses her wings tightly and quickly, and tries to center herself on the bar running through the middle of the cage.

The Raven looks out the window and remembers times long past, when she was free. It was so long ago that she can no longer recall what air felt like between her feathers, or what

RevivalIt has returned
to hold my breath at bay;
to steal my soul away.

Its gentle steps, resounding close
behind me.

It has returned:

palely blue-hued eyes
surveying me;

muddled calls at night
awaking me;

bitter, glacial breaths
pursuing me.

From its slumber in the lulling waves,
the peaceful turning of its grave,
it surfaced,
putrid skin depraved,
to hound me, cruelly, as a plague—
it has returned!

DemonsDemons

And the demons come knocking at the closed cold abandoned doors in the corners of my mind
Their sick twisted decrepit forms shadows of a love long lost
I hide from them in the light, fearing the dark with all my might
Their blacked out eyes searching, searching, searing
Burning into my very soul, forcing me into places I dare not go
Hurting me, hitting me, burning me
The light fades more and more finding me hiding behind the last locked door
One red rose clutched in my fist, the other hand contains a list
Of things I've loved for all my life, things that will help me survive the night
And here I hide until the break of day

Sometimes Sometimes….
The lost are never found
Cries of people are never heard
No one cares
The bound are never freed
The dammed are not saved
A voice is never heard
Life is a bitch
A deal is made with a devil
Grievances are not avenged
Wrongs are not righted

Sometimes.. People are ugly

Sometimes

The lost find their own way
People make their voices heard
Every one cares
The bound break their chains
The dammed realize they are not in peril
A voice becomes a reason
Life is beautiful
A deal with the devil is stopped
Grievances are received
Wrongs are righted

Sometimes… life is beautiful beyond belief find what makes

Dream Catcher: A Day To Change:bulletblack: Raven paced the worn wooden decks of the Dream Catcher, observing every movement dared to be taken by their slaves. His pin straight black hair gathered in front of his ice blue eyes to block out the sun and the black suit he was wearing glinted with every tap of his cane.
:bulletgreen: Elijah, a fairly young man of only 21 sat on the deck of this wretched boat overlooking the scenery. He hated this gig so he was generally rude to his fellow workers and didn't listen to a word his boss said. So here he sat staring off into the distance ignoring everything he was instructed to do.
:bulletblack: Ravens eyes quickly scanned over

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by ~littlenikita, Jan 16, 2013, 11:33:38 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

Dear You

Dear Words,

Thank You so much. You are an extraordinary friend who does an outstanding job in healing the wounds of every broken-pieced, depression-suffering and heart-lost teenager.

Angry? I curse using you.
Happy? I get high using you.
Fatigue? I whine using you.
Sad? I cry screaming you.

You make the best of me. You describe me at my worst, at my best. You bring out the lively emotions from my dead-looking, stinking-cold heart. You are able to twist, turn and portray the most powerful messages ever. Through poems, spoken words, and literature; you scream when tears have gone dry, you rise from the dead and stand up when injustice is served and you send such strong messages that it shakes the feet of mankind off the filthy-filled ground.

You are caring, gentle, kind and loving. Thank You for always being there and helping me never give up.

Love,
Me.