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Salvation.You need not walk in darkness,
I will set alight the world.
18.I am dismantled by your being.
Stole my HeartYou make my heart race
more times you ever know
and I swear that you took my breath away
when the first time I saw you

The love that shine
more than this life itself
I swear that you were the one
the moment you stepped into my life

You took my heart away
like it wasn't even that hard
and I swear with each passing moment
you were always meant to be the one for me

I love you more than words could be told
cause it doesn't matter when its you I need
The Love that shines like no other
I swear you will always be my number one

You stole my heart
brought me a smile
and in return
I will always Love you
Once MoreSoft satin caresses, sweet lips touch,
sending heat down my spine. Fingers
intertwine, brushing mouth, cheeks,

hair, leaving nothing behind. Desire
controls, your lust craving more,
hiding the picture. Moving lips

show mind’s hunger, representing
wavering ways. Sick of twisted motives,
such childish play, now say her name

once more, rekindling blazing flames.
Red drops of passion puddle upon floor,
draining white fingertips damp, speak

once more. Deepen fresh wounds
with twisted  smiles. Say her name
once more, I dare to hear such sounds.

If not, hold your tongue, your eternal
peace, and never move those lips from mine.
Door Bell (Oftentimes)Oftentimes my door bell rings
I slowly open up the entryway
to Anger waiting anxiously, alone
but these days I just shut him out
don't need him inside my house -
more broken things for me to sweep

Please don't bite me anymore - no words
your poisoning upon my face was faint
tracing of a misty, deep amphetamine:
at first a bursted tinge of open-heart,
but soon the dose grew smaller than a seed -
molehill next to mountains from my past

I used to think of you as something strong
green and awe-bright - cradled by a thousand years
but holding you I felt you bend and slither
watched you swallow whole the things I gave
to you - so now I see you st
FaultlineJust one sound falling from your mouth,
And, my lips will burn
From the salt and the wounds you've caused.
The cause you never even meant to start.
I know you didn't mean it.
A sad truth, not every innocent endeavor
Will be met with amnesty.
The regret and the hurt
Will shake the earth beneath my feet.
Split the ground and raise it to the sky.
Your voice, a penetrating barritone.
Boom.

The fine lines of a lie can be emboldened.
The omissions, the stories you feigned.
All of the faults, always mine
My cliff to fall from, a thousand times.
Boom.

I want to believe you
Didn't mean to cause
A stringent distrust that will stain us both.
I
Tulips in WinterI leave surly kisses on your cheek,
Oh how you hate them so.
I know what sits on your tongue,
Cherries and strawberries softly tucked,
in secret caves, wrapped tight round your fleshy fruit.
This subtle letter you write, dominates my alphabet,
Of up and down.

Now please, set the sugar in cup and plate,
I require a soft hand, experienced with anesthesia and scalpel.
Four Thousand MilesFour Thousand Miles

One body of water seperates ours,
But they say,
Home is where your heart is,
I'm already there.

There isn't a moment,
When I am not yours,
And you are not mine,
No matter where we are,
So what's four thousand miles?

I would chart a course,
Around this world,
To be with you,
And will.

Why waste time?

You are the missing piece,
Of a puzzle,
With no sharp edges,
You fit in perfectly,
Fixing me.

The lights in the sky,
Shine just for us,
No matter where we are,
So what's four thousand miles?
In My Lover's ArmsIn My Lover's Arms*
for Puabi
"He takes me with him everywhere, and back home for warm love."
Puabi
My mind and my eye are set outdoors
Although i wander, i ne'er will go far
My heart is always warning me
That someone sweet awaits at my side
So i hold her tight in my arms
As i walk through my door
I spend the daylight hours away
But i must return ere night
"The wind can roar and howl
The pouring rain can rain
Yet i shall not be in my home
Till i lie in my lover's arms again"
"Beloved!Come and relax with Puabi now."
*from the words of John Donne 
honest poetryWhy is it so hard to love
why can't I
act the same way as I do amongst friends

why must I lie in front of
the one I want to be with for the rest of my life

I feel like you lie the most
to the ones you most love

you want them to believe
you're perfect
so you lie
so they're safe
so thei're happy

but are you happy?
a question easily forgotten
one i've made sure
to pay more attention to

because I can't preteed
that I love you
that I need you
when I'm not happy

I deserve happiness
I deserve light
just like you do so deserve it

i want to wake up smiling
instead of wondering

one day i will know
one day I will look to you and say
that I'm hap
No JewelryNo Jewelry
For Puabi
If, one day, someone gave me a Sapphire
I would give it back
No sapphire can ever match the blue
In her eyes
If someone gave me a Ruby
I would give it back
No ruby can ever match the red
In her lips
If someone gave me a Diamond
I would give it back too
No diamond can ever match the glow
In her heart
I have her
Who is worth more than jewels
Street Of Past.A whore passed by me,
She was cying inside,
Triying to cover up her rotten skin.

You ran behind me,
I felt your breath inside me,
In the bloody streets of past,
You took my hand,
And we followed the whore.

We follewed the hate-chain,
Lusting for vangeance,
Lusting for you.
My words, your touchWhy do I mind,
If you can't say more than one word at a time?

I'm not perfection, far from divine.
But I wonder how you are,
I ask if you're fine.

I know that you love me,
I know that you care...
Blah blah blah, and romantic despair.

Could you please just take the time?
I need to hear that you'll always be mine.
Words are my currency,
But my body is yours.

Can we compromise?

One word per touch;
It really isn't that much.

Let's swap:
I
Want
You.

For:
I
Love
You

And:
How
Does
That
Feel

For:
How
Are
You
Feeling?

Words wrapped in emotion are what I need to hear,
The feeling of my skin is all you can bare.
An eternal tug of war, it alw
It will get better.Don't you love those moments where you idlely just stand by and let some monster decapitate your soul? You tell yourself constantly that "It will get better. I won't let anyone cut out another piece of my heart," but the shadows only continue to grow in the dark corners of your life.

Remember the obnoxious argueing back and forth over the stupidest topics or because someone gave your loved one a flirtatious look or a message? You told yourself "The fights only make us stronger. It will get better.."

I did..

Remember the times your held your ground when he showed his affections towards another, then would get angry and told you not to inter
You, veiled winter blossom, suYou,
veiled winter blossom,
summer tulip
iron shiver.

Honey shapes your lips,
springy bitterness
designs your face.

Delicate in your repression,
naive in your anger,
innocent of your passions.

Your hands cry beauty,
yet, ungracefully, fall your pearl tears.

Now you laugh at me,
hiding yourself,
ignoring yourself.

Now you turn your eyes away,
- silently enough to make my whispers screams.

Spreading your virgin wings, Fear
crushes our desires.
And drowning in beauty,
seduced
humiliated
through your fear I cast away.

- silently enough to let my sorrow melt in dawns.
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I stare at this confining wall,
Thinking about how I lost it all.
In this defining moment I feel myself fall.

Gravity,
Clarity,
Serenity.
Deshi, deshi , basara, basara.

Here I am sitting in this prison cell,
Wondering how it is I fell.
Fell from grace and straight to hell.

Acceptance,
Remembrance,
Defiance.
Deshi, deshi , basara, basara.

At these walls my angry soul batters,
As the chain on my hands and feet clatters,
As if this prison really matters.

Deshi, deshi , basara, basara.

Release is in my control,
No one dictates to me my soul.
As I fly from this hellish dream,
Freedom is my only scream.
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We all have pre-conceived notions,
They cannot be broken until someone tries to break them.
So if someone judges you by the way you look,
It is not you that they see,
It is the image in their head,
Their experience,
And their knowledge of others.
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Run For Your Life
Darting through the bushes, fearing for my life.
Running for safety through the shrubbery I strive.
Darting to and fro, scared I will be caught,
I hear a sharp twang, and a whistle coming to a stop.
This sound of whizzing comes closer I fear,
A sharp wincing pain blossoms in my bosom,
I feel my heart stop, the hunter is near.
He bends over me, my vision hazy,
He smiles lazily, "There, there pet,"
He coos gently in my ear,
"Didn't you know, love is everything to fear?"
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The hunter slings his bow over his sinewy back,
Then lightly Eros picks me up,
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It's been a while since I visited my refuge,
As these things sweep through my life in a deluge.
And in this quiet somber night,
I let my heaven take flight.
My soul is burdened with despair,
I always knew life wasn't fair.
Stress and anger have sapped my adolescence,
Leaving me in the limbo of aged cadence.
My mind creaks in drags and lulls,
My heart drags in lurches and pulls.
My refuge is this old ink pen,
Here peace is sovereign.
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Eleanor Rigby
The sky is a faded, dim grey, no sign of a bright and cheery spring day.

She beholds a wedding, awakening to the sadness of loneliness. Sitting in solitude she stares out the window, fate's desolate widow. She puts on a visage, but not her own all for society's image.

The sky is a faded, dim grey, no sign of a bright and cheery spring day.

The man of God, inscribing what no one will heed, here he sits at his nightly deed. Alone in the chill of evening, his heart for others is grieving. No sight of saving, his devotion is waning.

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On A Midnight Drive

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The tempests toss...but with a single word they can be still...and in the peace finding solitude and comfort...release... Let us together strive to be perfect beings. Even if that means we become something more than human. Transcending humanity perhaps could be a blessing...to forget pain and regret...to have something more...something of a little more merit. Something greater than fate, or the cards life dealt to devastate...

Dive with me away from the confusion, maybe reality is an illusion. Come away with me into the silence of night…away from the painful blight. Come away with me tonight…on a midnight drive.
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"Come away with me in the night..." Norah Jones

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~ScarletMason Nov 22, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Very interesting. The piece itself appeals to me, but the picture slightly confuses me. Nevertheless, I deeply enjoyed this one. Job well done.

Faithful artist,

Mason
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*DeactivatedAndGone Nov 22, 2012  Professional Writer
the poem is supposed to convey that feeling of a peaceful almost sleepy midnight drive...it's calming and relaxing...all the crap from the day can fall away in those automatic movements
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~ScarletMason Nov 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh okay thank you.

Faithful artist,

Mason
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