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CopingDon't think about it. That's the only way I can cope.

Enter the doctor. Her words are drowned out by my ears. I try not to hear.

Noon passes. I sit still, silently. No one attempts to comfort me, for I am alone in my mind.

In four hours, I try to move, but where can I?

At last, I open my mouth for dinner. The chicken is tasteless.

Looming over me, Death awaits. I close my eyes, attempting to block It out, fruitlessly. But the last light in my room flickers off as my life sparks out.

The Performerthe man sits down at the bench
sighing, he lifts a single finger and
hits the ebony.

a clear sound resonates.
the man lifts his left hand and
strikes key after key.

a wave of nausea hits.
a wave of dizziness washes over him.
he is surrounded by people
yet completely alone.

the spotlight is on him.
the crowd watches eagerly
waiting to be amazed.
they don't see what
the man sees.

the man continues to play,
swallowing many times.
but he cannot swallow
the discomfort.

as he nears the end,
the nausea slips away.
the dizziness disperses.
good feelings erupt in his chest

you see, they were hidden all along,
covered by t

Love To KillHe whispered in my ear, "Baby can I hug you around the neck?
Your eyes really brighten up when you cry,
Judging by the marks on your wrist you already want to die."

Trying to recover and stop loving you,
But my heart has a mind of its own,
And I can never find better then you.

"You deserve everything that's coming for you.
Everything you do makes me rageful,
I can barely stand to see you breathe.
Now blow me a kiss as you're on your knees."

Each bruise is a mistake, and truly made of love.
I know how his heart of stone really feels,
I just have to mine through the bitterness.

"You won't ever leave,
Don't you know what my dad did to me?
Yo

Cheap fix, 360Unbound structure;
unhinged bones
locked together
with unsymmetrical
unfit screws.

None of these are meant to be here.
They are
cheap and shaven
and the
grooves are rusted.

There is no tool that can pull them out without breaking,
without collapsing
the planned out
unintended construction.

We had the instructions sure
and all the parts
but
in our fumble,
in the exchange of hands
of ALL the people who
intended to help us;

in all the accidents

(and

no one at fault
or
taking fault
for all our faults)

some fell beneath the table
underneath the drawer
into dark unreachable corners
so we worked with what we

Into a Million PiecesI think I've
finally figured out
why I'm so damn scared
of the word
"boyfriend"
I think it's because
not even a year ago
he broke me
I lost control
and now I don't trust
those who title themselves
with that word
It was too much
too fast
and now
when he touches her
I shudder
I feel sick
when a boy
asks me out
because
it won't be the same
anymore
I'm fine to be close friends
as long as that word
is never said
We can joke
about commitment and
marriage
but never
ever
say that word
Or I'll run away
forever.

My loveMy love is fragile, my love is frail,
If you don’t love me back, my heart might fail.
But I know that won’t happen, you don’t seem like the guy,
That says harsh words that make girls cry.
If I’m upset and you don’t understand,
It’s better not to give up, so reach out your hand.
Because you should know that love is hard, but it’s worth the fight,
If it were easy, it wouldn’t survive the night.
I wish I could sit here and say I’m okay,
But that’s not possible when you are away.
I wish you were here, all of the time,
And all I really hope is that you are mine.

Hold onHold on
Hold on. Just keep holding on to nothing.
For nothing is all that we have.
It is all that we will ever have,
Nothing but love to hold on to,
When pain tries to pull you down.
I fall again into love, into your arms.
How are you always there for me?
You must be worried, must think I’m gone.
I just disappeared, you love me don’t you?
You fell, and no one was there to catch you.
So you fell deeper and deeper. You loved it.
Love feels so warm, warmer than any other warmth.
You say that all that you think of, night and day,
Is my soft warm embrace. But why? Why think
Of something that you know you cannot have.
Why dream of somet

Never Grow Up, PleaseShe sits down in a bed of clovers,
A little girl with her hair in braids
She waves her daddy over,
Hoping to see the owls today

He sits down and holds her close
And she whispers, “Don’t make a sound.
The birds will come close if we
Keep watching from the ground.”

Her daddy watches his little girl,
Her wide eyes full of love
She holds out her hand and the bird seed,
Smiling at the mourning doves
He whispers, “My darling,
Never grow up.”

The years fly by and he’s chasing her
Up an old and tired trail
Camera gripped firmly in hand,
She stops and listens well

With a point up at a bright little bird,
They fi

Behind YouOh girl, I've got it for you
I'll make you turn red
when you're feeling blue
and I love you this way
you're a Hollywood hue
and you know I'll stay
for the different views.
Oi, mais oui, mazal tov
we'll say yes to the dress
if you're feeling tall and we
can climb trees, yes we can leave it all

behind you,
I'm chasing your colors
I love you
We're just the same as each other
tonight

Oh girl, you know I hate to say this
there are no shooting stars
just the star of David
but don't you cry
and we'll go real far
and I'll drive you out to space
in my brand new car
and we can visit mars,
you know, get familiar
with the local bars
Oi, mais oui, m

Storybook LoversWe are not like
Storybook lovers,
Dancing in the setting sun
Walking in the purple dusk.
We are not like
Storybook lovers,
Laying in a meadow green
Meeting beneath the stars.
We are not like
Storybook lovers,
With golden locks cascading
And bottomless crystalline eyes.
We are not like
Storybook lovers,
Chasing time til dawn
Nighttime silence broken only by breaths.
We are not like
Storybook lovers,
Perfection painted
In works of fiction.
We are only
Broken versions of beauty,
Clinging to the meager light
That distinguishes our days from nights.
We may not be like
Storybook lovers,
But we are real,
And we are truly wonderful.

Dark ChangingDark is holding.
No matter what I feel.
Evil growing.
A new beast rising.
Darkness unleashed.
Grow.
Come forth.
A stronger form.
A new creature.
I love it.
A growth of pain.
A new way of loving it.
Nothing can stop me.

I feel empty.
Destroyed.
Helpless.
Diseased.
No more hope.
I am a monster,
And people are being destroyed.
Destroyed by me.
Death on my hands.
A dark side of me.

A light is shinning.
A new bright form.
Grow of hope.
A new purpose.
Using the same power,
To help the people I hurt.
A major player.
A change.
I accept the past,
And Use it for the future.

Anger.Anger.
Head pounding madly,
The deafening sound reverberating around inside.
Hands shaking,
Clenched tightly into bloody fists.
Chest throbbing,
Painful aching going straight to your stomach.
Breath hot and heavy,
Hissing noisily through saliva dripping gritted teeth.
Neck heating up,
Sweat beads forming and sending cold shivers down the back of your neck.
Mind a mess,
Thoughts jumbled up and crazily throwing themselves at you, proving you.
Eyes opening,
In one sudden movement, red like fire, burning right through.
Tears running,
Falling one by one, stinging as they touch your skin.
Mouth opening,
Revealing massive fangs as it curves into a w

Sincerely"I love you" I said.
She looked at me,
crossed,
almost as though I had
just betrayed her.
"What makes you say that?"
"I was inspired by Charles Bukowski
to make art with my words
and with my situations."
She scoffed, slipped off a ring
or two,
ironed my grey suit,
and threw away a sun dress
that had roses on it.
Or maybe sunflowers.
I always get them confused.
"I want things to be bright again,
not silly art."
"I can give you everything." I said,
holding out a forget-me-not
that had might as well have been
immortality.
"That doesn't matter,
if I can't be loved.
If I can be forgotten."
"You won't be, dear.
Take my hand."
"Don't you love me?
T

Case Sensitiveour names
should only ever
be written next to each
other.
The letters of hidden words
cross and intertwine like
the shadows of some
great internal spark.
The lights go out
and the darkness dissipates
as each and every sound
is given life.
Nothing
should ever be capitalized
if it does not stand for
Love.

CalligraphySometimes I sit back
and I imagine you in verses.
You would be written in cursive
delicate italics
slightly there, only softly touching the pages
like the ghosts of syllables.
You'd find your way through
stanzas by riding on words
like
sigh or touch
or love and dreams.
You'd leave the readers
wanting more when you
lead their eyes to
the very last period
.
And their breath would be
gone as they stared at
that lonely dot wondering
where the silhouettes of
metaphors and similes went.
Wondering if this calligraphic beauty
was ever there to begin with.

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sighing, he lifts a single finger and
hits the ebony.

a clear sound resonates.
the man lifts his left hand and
strikes key after key.

a wave of nausea hits.
a wave of dizziness washes over him.
he is surrounded by people
yet completely alone.

the spotlight is on him.
the crowd watches eagerly
waiting to be amazed.
they don't see what
the man sees.

the man continues to play,
swallowing many times.
but he cannot swallow
the discomfort.

as he nears the end,
the nausea slips away.
the dizziness disperses.
good feelings erupt in his chest

you see, they were hidden all along,
covered by t

CopingDon't think about it. That's the only way I can cope.

Enter the doctor. Her words are drowned out by my ears. I try not to hear.

Noon passes. I sit still, silently. No one attempts to comfort me, for I am alone in my mind.

In four hours, I try to move, but where can I?

At last, I open my mouth for dinner. The chicken is tasteless.

Looming over me, Death awaits. I close my eyes, attempting to block It out, fruitlessly. But the last light in my room flickers off as my life sparks out.

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My Power

by =James--Steele, Feb 5, 2013, 6:25:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

The crash of the water,
the rumble of thunder.
These are the sounds
that ceaselessly beckon me.

I am called out
by an unknown voice
to battle the mists
and dark depths.

My kin supports me,
if only for a moment.
For as soon as I lift my hand
to battle the fury,
I am only met with despair.

At the moment of strife,
I am abandoned.
Left alone,
to my own powers.

I thought my power arose
from my kinship.
Time and time again
I am proven wrong.

My power
starts and ends
with me.

My Powerby =James--Steele

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2013 =James--Steele

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*Magicull-Delesia Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

A really sad poem, but good anyways. I think you get better and better at each new one

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