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Don't Don't

Don't pretend to know me,
Don't pretend to care,
Don't think you're clever;
I can see in your eyes, there's nothing really there.

Don't lend a hand,
Don't ask if I'm okay,
Don't think I'll trust you,
When I know you'll look the other way.

Don't be nosy,
Don't be mean,
Don't cry for attention,
Don't make a big scene.

Just...

...Don't.

Just a Thought Tell me, and tell me true,
How long until now
Is too late?

L i v i n g I n . . . L i v i n g I n . . .

The walls are covered with lies,
The bed is decorated fake,
There's excuses outside,
And denial by the rake.

False pictures, hanging here and there,
Are there to show the world,
Of people who don't care,
And truth that has been stretched and twirled.

The fridge is filled with false-feel goods,
As well as spoiled take out,
The table and cupboards are made of artificial wood,
And there's your pet, Deception, lurking about.

Dishes stained in the sink,
Broken glass covers the floor,
And to think,
You said you were different than before.

I'll shake my head in dismay,
Heading for the guilt-covered door

Thought 3Sometimes,
Not even the best friendships
will last forever.

Final Thoughts On Paper Final Thoughts On Paper

I guess this is it,
These are my final thoughts.

I'm sorry for all I said,
I'm sorry for that night we got caught.

I'm sorry I faked all those smiles,
I'm sorry I purposely gave the wrong impresson.

I'm sorry I made it look like I was happy,
When I was causing myself depression.

I'm sorry I pretended not to listen;
Sorry for pretending not to care.

I'm sorry for bottling up with my problems,
When I knew if I needed to talk, you were there.

I'm sorry for doubting myself time after time,
I'm sorry I was constantly beating myself up.

I'm sorry I couldn't solve everyone's problems,
I'm sorry I couldn't

I'm an Outsider I'm an Outsider

I am an outsider,
I don't belong,
Because I'm different,
I must have done something wrong.

I am a poser,
I'm fake, you see,
Mainly because,
I don't want to be me.

I am a clown,
Inside and out,
I've been making people laugh,
To hide the pain that dares to shout.

I am a wannabe Head Honcho,
Who pretends to care,
Everyone must like me,
They always talk about me when I'm not there.

We are who we are,
So what does that make you?

Like a willow tree
bound to its shadow on an icy lake
we are born
savage children
lost in this huge amazon forest
which is our life
sweet
but dangerous cradle.

My shade envies your physical state of being
a perfect clockwork of humanity
as soft and perfect as the reflection of the milky way
on the nightly dew carried by the wind
like a familiar ghost.

My shade
my torment
my joy.

A solitary observer
incapable to reach you
to touch you
to embrace you
and
like a tree with the wind
I breath you.

Never Prepared YouDo you even know what to do now,
Now that everything’s gone?
Can you even figure out how to go on?
A life of lies never prepared you for this,
For reality.
What do you do once it’s real,
Once you can’t run anymore?
There’s no more hiding
Behind a mask you created.
The taste of dust on your lips,
Of something that
Could never be.

I still love youWhy it feels so wrong when I know it's right?
No one cares how I feel
Because I was the one who walked away
No one cares if I'm broken
Because I thought she would be better without me
They can't see the truth
I still love her
I still hate myself everytime I see her
I still want to hold her and make it all better
I still can't see those tears which I made her cry
I still go to sleep every night thinking if I've made a mistake
Why it feels so wrong when I know it's right?

How can something hurt this much?
After a year I should be ok and moved on
After a year no one's asking how am I anymore
Cause they can't handle my pain
They

Masks Smoke and Mirrors

If you were here everything woud be different
like the force of a thousand suns exploding inside of me
blowing your mind up
recreating a new life where your dreams would be
my first fresh air breath in the morning
and the last fable before sleeping

I'd embrace and kiss your life scars once again
to feel myself again a unity with you
but my poor words are so useless

I used to dream and live inside the explosion of your springin force
filled by creation force
hurricanes, sandstorms, lightnings.

In divine contemplation of your being.

You won't ever be here again,
and my contemplation won't ever end

with the only wish
to live just

A Little White Note“Your heart is pure,
and your mind clear,
and soul devout”
An upsetting reminder of my fallacy of a past.
A recollection of the lie we lived.
A little white note; simultaneously an unbearable memory and a dim ambition.
Do you remember the innocence?
Do you remember the beginning?
We were so young;
so naïve;
so pure, so clear, so devout.
Do you miss those days?
The days of clear summer skies,
before the sky turned black
before the floods began
before I drowned in an ocean of chaos and our own blood;
reaching a hand infinitely into the clouds,
searching for something to save me;
your loving summer hand.

If I...

If I... were the keeper of time
I would reach into the past, steal the minutes for you
from all hours wasted, and give them back to you...

If I... were the keeper of light
I would bend its rays and let it shine on you
so you never feel alone and never lose your way...

And if I... were the keeper of darkness
I would lift it off your soul and wrap it around you
to give you some peace of mind and protect you from harm...

But I am nothing but the keeper of my heart
thus, all I can do is open it to you and shed my love... ♥

from where you areyou were always the first one to the top and the last one to look down.
you said when your eyes were closed it felt like for a minute you were a balloon.
holding your breath and floating, sucking clouds with your latex cheeks.
and i know you lost yourself above the trees in the glare of the sun.
it turns out your thin lips really couldnt hold your heart in.

----

you never let anybody hold your hand and you wish your fingers knew how to curl around anothers and you wish your mouth said what your eyes did.
you said everybody leaves and everybody cries but you don't.
you will throw yourself from rocks and rooftops and every edge you com

sorrowI see you walking beside me
I hear you saying nothing
I know you have words to say
but the silence is all over in everywhere
words might hurt but just go ahead
I'm ready to face the reality
I'm ready to wake up from my fantasy
this may less the pain
less the sorrows in our souls
and now I know what I mean to you
hopefully you know what you mean to me
just get over the past
and start up your new life
I've seen you walking through darkness
I've had the feelings you had
I've suffered with you
in every single moment in your life
I've become fearless,thoughtless and even more
but I can't tell you about it all

A Licence To KillShe smiled fondly at the past, inviting it closer to clutch desperately at the times when everything seemed forever. Glancing up she saw an old toy horse. It spoke of years of playful torture at her hands, the strands of hair that made a glorious mane and handsome tail were long gone. Worn patches remained as a lasting testimony to hair that had long ago been loved off.

Here in this sterile place her life was summarised into a few objects. And People. Her eyes fell on her husband, staring down at her. Pictures hung casually from the walls.

That time she'd slipped through a barrier of riot police to snap an award winning shot of carnage.

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This Is How You Remind Me

by ~oWilloWo, May 3, 2009, 3:58:24 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

          This Is How You Remind Me

The way you ask me politely in public,
The way you gently kiss my hand,
The way you laugh at jokes,
The way you put on a sick show.

The way you demand me,
The way you sneer,
The way you hide your true colors,
The way you order me around like I'm nothing.

The way you lie and accuse,
The way you charm and use,
The way you take for granted,
The way you stomp on everyone below you.

     _{This is how you remind me,
     Of who I'm not,
     And who I will never become.}

This Is How You Remind Meby ~oWilloWo

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Yes, the title is sort of inspired by Nickelback's 'How You Remind Me', but the poem is sort of off the topic. I truely believe everyone will meet someone like this, completely
opposite of who they are. They may not match my discription, but they'll make them think, "Man, I'm so glad I don't act like that." or something, I guess.

Not really one of my favorites, but eh, what the heck.

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~darkness-in-light627 May 31, 2009

this is really good Will!!

~oWilloWo May 31, 2009

Thank you very much

~XMyxDyingxAngelX May 23, 2009

wow...

~oWilloWo May 23, 2009

Good or bad wow?

~XMyxDyingxAngelX May 23, 2009

idk...just wow...kinda didn't really know what to say at that time. then again today as just been a off day for me. can't really say much for some reason. >.<

~oWilloWo May 23, 2009

No worries.
Thank you for the comment.

~EatingMyOwnFears May 17, 2009

I like it

~oWilloWo May 18, 2009

Thank you, and thanks for the fave [:

~EatingMyOwnFears May 19, 2009

~xXCutieMomokoXx May 4, 2009

Its good and its good to know that someone else likes Nickelback ^_^

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