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'steel walls.'

A poem partially about a car accident I was through and partially about a past, used lovelife. This was written back in my 'secretly depressed' days.

October before last.
A foggy, foggy morning,
Traveling fast
Beneath the shelter of
Four steel walls.

Threes behemoths clashed,
The vehicles crashed.
And I prayed,
Such a fool…
I prayed to be spared,
That my life
Would repair
Before it was ever even broken.

What a fool.
Feelin' cool
To have escaped
Without a scratch.
Don't count 'em too early, boy,
The scars have yet to come.
Well, the voice then
Was little more than a hum
Trapped in the back of my head.

Since then
I've been older
But none the more wiser.
My life just grows colder,
And I feel like a miser.

None of my dreams
Last very long.
They always seem
To be only days strong
Before they get slashed.
My heart, it just feels
As though it is crashed
To pieces, and it will never,
It will never heal…

God,
I am sorry for my selfishness,
I now know why
I was to die.
My life has turned to Hell
And I would not have to bear it
If I wasn't still alive.

I should have
Let the steel walls take me…
 
Didn't realize it'd been so long since I posted poetry here! This calls for a poetry dump! ;P

My Heart

Here is my heart...
Take it,
You wanted it so much...
I hope I never see it again,
Because all it ever causes me
Is grief...

It's not like I deserved any of it.
All I do is hope,
All I do is dream.
I'd be better off without any of it.

It's all because of that beating mass.
Take it...
Do with it as you will...
I'll get used to being a tin man.

Drowning Sorrow

He is I
I am me.
Time
And Time
And Time
And Time Again.
Time, it was my friend.
Time and time again.

Writing all over the walls come down.
(Down)
Movies playing in my mind all drown-
(Drown)
(Drown)
Showing me that all it takes is time-
(Time)
(Time)
(Time)
To mend, all it takes is time to rend.
(To mend)
(To rend)
(To mend)
(To rend-)
-er my mind, breaking time, drowning sorrow so it falls, it falls, it falls, it falls-
(Down)
Into nonexistance, and I
(I)
(I)
Can't take this life... So he will die...
(Die)
(Die)
(Die)
But so can't I.
(I)
(Die)
(I)
(Die)
-Not today, but long after tomorrow,
Unless God wills, I'll drown my sorrow.
Drowning Sorrow so it can never walk across my mind again.
Hating hate so I can find an end
(End)
To the violence of my heart, and I can find a friend
(Friend)
(Friend)
That will never let me down
(Down)
(Down)
(Down)
If I just let my sorrow drown.

I Am

I am
The heart that flows
No matter how many times
It's been pierced.

I am
The guy who hides his scars
In fear that someone
Misinterprets their meaning.

I am
The boy who tries
To desperately act like a man
No matter how impossible it seems.

I am
The one everyone picks on
For crying when there is
Nothing to cry for.

I am
The one who cries for mankind
As it clings onto
The instruments of its own destruction.

I am
The one who keeps
Old traditions
Old wounds.

I am
Proud to say that
I'm persistant as hell
Despite the opposition.

I am
The soul that burns on
At a time where
Souls have no meaning.

I am
Stong
In the fact that
I am
Weak.

I am
Myself
No matter what
Anyone tries to make me.

Big Blue

I am made of nothing
Finer than grains of sand
Which ebb and flow
With the pushings,
The pullings
Of the tides.

These tides we live in
Reflect within us
In unpredictable waves.
We've made large dunes
In hopes to never yield to the mighty wind,

Only to realize
That the grains gradually blow away...

Will You Ever Realize?

Will you ever realize
That I never stop thinking of you?
Will you ever see
What I've been meaning to tell you?
Will you ever realize
That all this drives me insane,
But I keep on going,
Keep on living,
Just for you?

I know you've been hurt
Though you won't admit it.
We think,
'If I can ignore the pain,
It is no longer there.'
When all it is
Is a ruse.
Ignoring your pain,
And doing nothing about it,
Hurts others.

It goes on in a neverending cycle.
Words echo across the world...
'Why does nobody care?'
The value of life and feelings have plummetted,
Because no-one feels the pain.
Holding your pain and inflicting it on another
Rather than dealing with it.
That's the way the world spins.
That's the way hearts break.
That's the way the world will end.

The Holocaust of Life and Feelings.
And, one by one, we're the Nazis and the victims...
Who's the Hitler...?

Unlucky

Unlucky
i am a black cat
who has his path crossed by another

Unlucky
i walk under ladders
i had once tried to climb
just to fall back down
to where i am now

Unlucky
i look for hope
like a piece of hay
in a needlestack
and i'm stuck with all the pins

Unlucky
i look on my reflection
in the mirror of my mind
which my ugly sadness shatters

Seven Years More...
Seven Years More...

i beg for a lucky charm,
my 'lucky rabbit's foot'.

Trust

What's wrong?
You can tell me anything.
I will never repeat it.
You are my friend,
Whom I love,
and whom I trust.

Why do you not trust me?
Listen,
I'll hold your heart,
If you'll hold mine.
Be careful,
It's just as fragile as yours,
A glass swan, out of reach.

Holding hearts like delicate birds,
who fell from the nest and broke their wings.
In sharing our hearts,
their wings will mend,
and they can learn to fly again.

All it takes is trust.

Nobody Cares

Nobody Cares
anymore.
Nobody Cares
about my feelings.

I wouldn't expect Anybody to.

Nobody Thinks
I am worth their time.
Nobody Thinks
That my words matter.
Nobody Thinks
I have a great mind.

And, Nobody Thinks
I can make anything right.
Nobody Thinks
I have a romantic bone in my body.
Nobody Thinks
I can sweep them off their feet.

Three cheers to Nobody, whoever they are.

Nobody Thinks
I can stand up for myself.
Nobody Thinks
I can stand up for my friends.
Nobody Loves
the way I sit by myself, secluded.
Nobody Loves
the way that I write my feelings,
rather than lash out in anger.

I don't love Nobody.

But, Nobody sure seems to love me.

fountain of youth

A poem
is like a fountain of youth...

Makes it's writer immortal
whether he or she
wants it or not.

I'd rather not
be immortal...

But this fountain of youth
is a fountain of words
from a mountain of thoughts

That if said
could make a fountain of tears

I'd rather not put people through it...

If I wrote for death
I am cursed to live...

All my thoughts
written down
have made me immortal.

And unfortunately,
they can't be
erased from
the minds of those
who took time from their lives
to read my words
and add to mine...

I'm sorry for making a fountain of youth.

Loyalty

Will you be there
with me
when nobody else will?
Will you be there
to keep me in check?
I think someone has to...

Will you be there
to keep
me safe from myself?
Will you be there
to give me
the courage I don't have?
I think someone has to...

Because I can't do this
All alone.

Will you be there
to assist
when I have no strength left
to keep fighting
for what we both believe in?
I think someone has to...

Will you be there
to help
us hold onto
our ground
when the whole world has tanks
and all we have is eachother?
I think someone has to...

Because,
otherwise,
we're all fighting for nothing.

Message in A Bottle

For all the broken-hearted
I have a message in a bottle.
No words can express heartbreak
A symbol says it best.

No word of comfort
Have I to bring.
No songs of assurance
Have I to sing.

For all the broken-hearted,
I have a message in a bottle.
A rose can help the heartache,
It can put your mind at rest.

Blooms of red
Have I to bring,
And the gift of myself
For you to cling.

For all the broken-hearted,
I have a message in a bottle.
I, too, know of such heartbreak,
Of that which beats inside my chest.

A Love Poem

A Love Poem.
Purposeless,
yet made for a purpose.
The product of an obsessive mindset.
I hate them.
They are not straightforward.
Desperate
Are they who write them in
Metaphors,
Which at some point have
An ending.
'My Love is deeper than the sea'.
That may be...
But there are things
Deeper than the sea
Which we may never know.
What if it doesn't work, my friend?
You just sing the same verse,
Different tune,
To another.
A Love Poem.

And I call her Angel
What holds you together?
What holds anyone together?
I tell you mine,
You tell me yours.

She fills my ear with sweet nectar
When all I hear is hell.
She holds my hand in brightest light
When darkness takes its spell.

When all the world's against me,
I feel kisses along my neck.
She holds me tight,
Together,
When I'm not more than a wreck.

I feel her lips,
She has no face.
She sets my heart
Right into place.

When all around me give me hell,
I feel her there.

And I call her Angel.

Spare Me, Bare Me

I hold no contempt of you
As you seem to have of me.
I stand firm, like a rock
In spite of your mighty sea.

It's not so much that
I see you raging,
You just strike me as disengaging,
Disillusioned,
Disarranging the concept of friends.
Keeping your distance,
Even if they, too
Only seek your ends.
Spare me of your drama,
But bare me in your pain.

I hold no fault in you,
But I'd hold you in the rain.

Kiss

You hold me in contempt.
Contempt of all the thoughts I've aired
Contempt of all the dreams I've shared
With others.

Not that they shared it in turn with me.
They just took it with a smile and acted as they would
As long as I was of use.

From then on
It was trash to them.
Discarded
Disregarded
Open-hearted wound
Again and again
Torn open
Never hoping it could ever be healed.

No matter how I word it
It seems to make no appeal.
They don't remember a kiss,
They don't remember a word of promise.

Women do what women will.
It makes no sense to me.
They use you for a cheap thrill,
They toss you in the sea.

Damned if you rely or them
Damned if you don't.
If they wish to strangle me,
I guess I'll just nake my throat...

Suicide Notes and Love Songs​

Something about
Suicide Notes and Love Songs
has a healing effect.

Writing out your agony
as if you already did the deed,
written well enough,
you no longer feel the need.

Singing love songs like you've never loved before
(though it's really the twenty-fourth)
makes you feel you'll never hit that floor.
(But you've said that twenty times and four)

Something about
Suicide Notes and Love Songs
heals all wounds.
(At least for the time being)
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[WARNING: Poetry Dump! What Follows is a long chain of poetry. You've been warned!]
Haunted

You're everywhere I look now.
Stalking with your eyes,
Your face,
Your voice.

I know she's not you.
But it's so eerie
To meet the same person twice.

In different minds.
In different bodies.

You're just like when we first met.
Now like all those years ago.
Whoever said there's no such thing
As one collective soul?

----------

Wasting Away

There goes my mind, snapping like an elastic lifeline
over a sea of daggers.

Waiting on words like waiting on fuses
to be no more, in hopes the explosion won't kill my so-called pride.

...Whatever is left of it.

This isn't the first time.
Knowing my luck, it won't be the last time my hope relied on the sympathies of a bomb.

And wouldn't you know that bombs are unsympathetic?

I'm wasting away here, as I have been for years.
Enduring bombardments with every day, more and more of myself blown away.

I just hope when my day comes, I'm not too damaged.

...If my day comes.

...Will it come?

My heart: already nearly gone.
My face: atrophied to deaden all emotion.

Am I worth anything anymore?

So much blasted away,
day after day,
I only recognize myself
by my scars,
the craters,
like torn earth.

----------
​

Extra Conditions

If a woman says
'All I want is a good man',
She's a liar
Or she'd have found me.

I'm not the fool I once was.

'I'll love you if you let me love someone else.'
'I'll love you if you screw me.'
'I'll love you if we can have a baby first.'
'I'll love you if you have no life outside of mine.'
'I'll love you if you do me a favor...
Or two...
Or twelve...'
'I'll love you if you were more feminine.'
'I'll love you if you can be fine with me sleeping with her.'

No woman simply loves.
There are always extra conditions
Hidden in the fine print of their contracts.
Something to hurt you.
Something to poison.
Something to test you when you don't deserve to be tested.
I feel like a lab rat,
Poked and prodded for far too long,
And no-one on my side without their own agendas.

----------
​

Forget
​

I love you all,
Even if I have nothing to show for it.
I'm sorry for being trouble.

Forget Me.

I'll be gone sooner than you know.
I ask you all something,
Promises you must keep;

Forget Me,

I want you all to live,
I want you all to live a full life
Where you'll never have to weep,
And

Forget Me.
These promises, you must keep.


----------

​
My Vows

I will value you more than myself.
My life will be yours.
All that I do will be in consideration of you.
I will trust you till the end.
I will believe in your love.
I will do all within my power to keep us together.

These are my vows.

If I suspect anything of you,
I will reserve judgment.
If you are sorry,
I will forgive.
If you want to leave me,
No longer I will live.

These are my vows...

...

...Where are yours?

----------
​

Cast Aside

I feel like that everyday.

Abandoned.

Like a stray.

Not that I hadn't worked.

Not that I hadn't deserved.

Not that I hadn't earned
my share of happiness.

But that people were too busy
looking to be happy
with the happy
than trying to bring happiness
to the unhappy.

Some people get more than they deserve.

Other people get less.

Love unevenly spread
can cause an unsightly mess.

----------

damaged?

​
Take everything you knew.
Imagine it all as a lie.
What would you do?

Would you shout in anger?
Would you cry in sadness?
Would you delude yourself
to continue believing?

Take everything I am.
Rebuild me as you want.
Am I any better?

Am I whole?
Am I sane?
Am I any more worthy
of love?

Take all your misconceptions.
Tell yourself there are always exceptions.
Do you hold exceptions to your misconceptions of me,

or am I still damaged?

----------
Perfect
​


She said I was perfect.
Then why did she leave?

She said I was perfect.
Then why did she cheat?

She said I was perfect.
Then why am I flawed?

She said I was perfect?

She said I was perfect.

Perfectly fitting to leave.
Perfectly suitable to use.
Perfectly cut to wear on your finger.

Isn't it perfect,
that imperfections are perfect?

Thank God,
The bar for perfection is so low.

Or I might be perfectly alone now.

...

I am?

Isn't that perfect?

----------

​
Valuable

If you could invest in me,
Would you make me more valuable?

If you brought out the best in me,
Would you make me more valuable?

If you were part of my destiny,
Would it make me more valuable?

Would it make me more valuable?

Would it make me more valuable?

If I held my breath for you,
Would it make me more valuable?

If I lied to make you true,
Would it make me more valuable?

If everything, I would let you do,
Would it make me more valuable?

Would it make me more valuable?

Would it make me more valuable?

----------

Disappointed

I'm sure you're all disappointed.

I am the prince charming
you grew up hearing about.
But I'm not perfect,
I'm not royal,
I'm not handsome.

I'm noble,
yes.
But nobility gets you nowhere.

I'm sure someone blew things out of proportion.

I am flawed.
I am poor.
I am ugly.

The closest I get to a royal decree,
is raising my pen or pencil in hand,
like a scepter,
in triumph of an accomplishment,
either in word or in art.

I am ugly.
I am poor.
I am flawed.
I am the prince charming
you grew up hearing about.

And I'm sure you're all disappointed.


----------
​

Reaching Out

These days,
I find myself reaching out.

Reaching out for love,
Reaching out for 'like'.
Reaching out for anything
That can make me feel whole.

Reaching out for
the feel of hands that caress;
creating hope,
dispelling hopelessness.

...If only for a while.

Excuse me,
Mister Optimist.
I prefer not to be called
A pessimist.
Because a realist
Realizes
His situation.
And mine is always
Very grim.

So how am I a pessimist,
For learning from the past
Of this..?

----------
anomaly

I must be an anomaly.
Something weird.
Some kind of creature
That no-one has seen before.

Is there any other reason
why people flock to me
but do not love?

'Isn't it odd?'

'Isn't it strange?'

'Isn't it so vile,
so disgusting,
that you can't
help but stare?'

As far as I know,
I'm still human;

But other people
always seem to know best.

----------


Can I Have You Back?

Can I have you back?

Your windows to the soul
Opened wide.
Our arms tight around each other.

Can I have that back?

My sweet everythings.

Can I give them back?

Your sweet nothings,
Can I take them back?

Even if they were
only empty words,
I want to be fooled again.

Can you please fool me
forever,
until the day I die?

No.
That would be asking too much.

You have already turned on me,
for all the things I did.

How dare I love?

How dare I forgive?

How dare I rise above
adversity?

How dare I continue to live?

Your sweet smile,
Can I have it back?

You,
Can I have you back?

...

Of course not.

A true lover
Cannot be loved
In kind.

----------

Anti-Depressants

For you,
I perscribe:

One pill of
'Hold me',
Two pills of
'Kiss me',
Four milliliters of
'Love me'.

Taken daily.

Side-effects may include:

'Leave me',
'Hate me',
'Use me',
'Rape me'.

If these occur,
report back to me
immediately
for
euthanasia.

Trust me,
you won't live through it.

----------

Sheep Go 'Baa', One by One

This is
The best poem ever.

Spread the word.
Tell the masses.

Just like you did with
that book,
that movie,
that game,
that series.

Just like all those,
You know this poem is
Empty.

Pretty words,
Like pretty 'vampires',
Like pretty smurf-people,
Like pretty-boys with swords,
Like pretty pictures;
Devoid of genuine meaning.

Or is this poem empty?

I suppose time will tell.
Empty things
Are lauded
By the empty-minded.

And don't you know,
Society's head is hollow?

Bleat on, sheep.
This is the best poem ever.
Sheep go 'baa', one by one.

----------

Alternative to Self-Harm

Don't cut,
my dear.
Without blood,
how will you blush
when I hold you?

Don't hate
yourself.
You've nothing
to loathe.
Especially with
me beside you
every step of the way.

Don't pierce,
my dear.
Your heart
has taken
the arrow
too much for
the skin to
take the needle.

Don't drink,
my dear.
I'm sure
your lips
are intoxicating
without it.

Don't cry,
my dear.
I would prefer
that your eyes
were clear,
so I could give
the gazing
they are overdue.

Don't laugh,
my dear.
I may live
because of you.

----------

never here.

It's only natural
To ignore the shy.
Only natural
To close yourself.
It's only natural
To take others'
Insults as truth.

It's only natural
To be wary.
After all,
There are monsters
Out there.
Those monsters are people.

So, I must be unnatural,
to give you attention.
I must be unnatural,
To want you open.
I must be unnatural,
To call you beautiful,
To caress your hands.

I understand.
It's only natural
To ignore my actions
Like I was never here.

----------

(in)tensions
Don't be fooled.
I don't woo with words.
I don't woo with actions,
Either.

No, I am too much of a novice.

My intention,
Intended,
To release these tensions
Intensified by the cloud
Of tense living.

In tensions with no spa,
No relief,
No massage,
No pedicure,
No manicure
To calm them.

Ever wondered
Who masseurs
The masseuse?
I don't wonder.
I know.

No one.

Intending
To untensify
The tender
Tendencies of
Tenacious living,
The tenders of
Untended flesh
Relieve your tensions
With no intentions
of receiving intended returns.

They take your tensions
With only intentions
To leave you intense
In the freedom of life.
Meanwhile fragile tensions
Tend to rend them,
Causing trouble and strife.

Feel relieved.
They are in tension,
Don't worry about
Giving attention.

You weren't going to anyway.

----------

Abandonment

You're late.
What do I do?

I know.
We're only friends.
I want us to be more.

You're later.
I'm frantic.
Thinking of you,
I can't focus.

I want to see you.
I want to talk.
I want to reach you.
I want to walk-

Together.

I'm not whole
Unless we're

Together.

----------

Stray

'Stay.'

That's what you say.

'Here is where you'll stay.
I won't be long,
I promise.'

My tail wags
In anticipation
as you walk

Away.

I think of how
Happy I'll be
When at last
I'll see
You again.

Will you tousle my fur?
Will you give me treats?
Will you play my favorite game?
That will be the

Day.

As days go by
I hold my ground.
In hopes that
I will soon be
Found.
But,

Nay.

Weeks go by,
I waste away.
Hours will close
On my final
Day.
But,
In the end,
You could never
Say
Your friend of friends
To the bitter end
Did

Stray.

----------

A Perfect World

In a perfect world
There would be no poetry.

No need to pine for love.
That would be a God-given right.
No need to protest.
There would be no need to fight.
No need to despair.
There would be no desperation.
No need to shout in rapture.
That would known throughout the nations.

But the world is not perfect.

I need not say it.

I suffer,
You suffer,
There's no real need to play it.
That record will skip and repeat,
skip and repeat,
skip and repeat,
and death may only delay it.

But the world will never change.

Why should I even say it?

----------

'Too Nice'

You say I'm
'Too nice' to love.
What kind of farce is that?

How mean
Do I have to be
To earn your affection?

Should I insult you?
Should I rape you?
Should I beat you?
Should I nearly kill you?

These are harsh words.
But these are what you want.
You'd forgo loving
A protector
To let
A Threat
Beneath your sheets.

No matter how many women say it,
'Too nice'
Does not exist.

Let me ask this.
What is
'Too mean'
To you?

You obviously want someone unlike me.
You want someone who holds grudges and retaliates against you?
That's not me.
You want someone who verbally threatens and insults you daily?
That's not me.
You want someone who'll bash your brains out?
That's definitely not me.

Try those out if you want.

Come back to me
When you need your wounds tendered.
There's no way you're coming back whole.

----------

Scorpio

In the end,
Mars is just a rock.
A rock covered in sand,
Made of worn,
Rusty,
Iron.

That said,
It can't control me.
Only I can,
And that's a point of pride.

I sting as much as I will,
I pinch as much as I will,
And I'll sleep in your sandals
As much as I will.

Thankfully,
I often choose to be benevolent.
Only I can choose my morals,
And that's a point of pride.

I may be passionate,
I may be persistent,
Obsessive,
Loyal,
And manipulative all in one.

But I am that and more.
If Mars is meant to restrict me,
It has failed miserably.
Can the same be said
Of it's rusty sand?

----------

Cultural Double-Standards

Gay men are fit to love.
Straight men are fit to curse.

Save the trees.
Save the whales.
Save the seals.
Save the vile criminal.
Kill the innocent fetus.

Bush is hated for starting a war.
Obama is loved for perpetuating it.

Hating a black man
Is racism,
Despite his own actions towards you.
Hating a white man?
Expected.
Smiled upon.

Black Power?
Okay.
White Power?
Damnable.

A Bastard?
Fit to marry.
A Gentleman?
Fit to trample.

A man courting a woman?
Accepted.
A woman courting a man?
Strange, unheard of.

Not trying to be political.
Not trying to be partial.
Just trying to be social.

----------

Satisfied?
In the end,
I never harmed any of you.
When you were down,
I held you high.
I drank your pains,
It left me dry.

Does that make you
Satisfied?

You were injured by 'love',
I licked your wounds.
Remember,
I let go of you
Because you
Wanted me to.
But always,
I remained by your side.

Does that make you satisfied?

You asked my hand
Then jerked away,
What was it
You were trying to say?
In the end,
You could not decide.

Does that make you satisfied?

We loved each other,
So I thought.
Till you drowned yourself
In another man's wine.
But I remained steadfast,
I think you'll find.
But forgiveness was my only friend
After you took to the bitter end.
You only wanted me to ride.

Does that make you satisfied?

We loved each other,
So you said,
But all that really
Filled your head
Was using me
To fill your bed.
Till I knew that
I was on your side.

Does that make you satisfied?

You, too.
You also claimed love,
But only as long
As I wore your glove.
I did your deeds,
I sowed your seeds.
But, in the end,
What did you owe me?
Nothing,
Apparently.
From this past,
I cannot hide.

Does that make you satisfied?

You 'loved' me,
But not as much as her.
Menage a trois,
You wanted more.
You promised love
All of my days
As long as I
Could always stay
Tolerant of another lover
Who sneaked her way
Into our covers.
In the end,
I had to decide.

I could not make you satisfied.

All the women in my life,
Put me through
Such troubles and strife.
But despite their sins,
I'd hold them in.
For each of them,
I would die.

But they never will be satisfied.

----------

For You

This is for you,
The one who has yet
To hurt me;
The one who honestly
Seems to care.

This is for you,
The sole hope I hold.
This is for you,
The heart made of gold,
Who has yet to abandon.

I'm sure you will
In the future,
But for now,
This is for you.

While I loathe
Your indecisiveness to love,
I love
Your drive to stay beside me,
Assuming it's not from pity,
But from genuine caring.

This is for you,
A poem of appreciation.
Thank you for casting
Light on my darkness
When no-one else's
Was to be found.

Here's hoping
The dark won't take me
After you're gone.

This is for you.
I love your soul.
I love your mind.
Too bad minds
Always change
Like the old cogs
Of a clock.

This is for you.
Time is not on my side,
But I'm glad you are,
This time.

----------

The Dependency of Happiness

I know.
To you,
I look so happy,
So content.

It's all because
You're there to see me.

If you could see
Me without you,
It would be like
Day and night.

Without you,
I'm worrying.
Are you okay?
Do you hate me?
Is that smile on your face
As conditional as mine?

With you,
I have no doubts.
I have no fear.
I would protect you,
And you would laugh and smile.
And I'd have no thought
It wasn't genuine.

My happiness is dependent.
Dependent on my feeling whole,
Dependent on your smile,
Dependent on your happiness.

Happiness is contagious.
Depend on it.
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Wow, I've read all your poems, and they were all pretty powerful, I might add.
I'm sorry about the pain you went through. Some prefer to figment emotions, and, don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with this either.

Anyways, I just really appreciate the cohesiveness of ideas that run like a thread between each poem. Beautiful, yet painful ❤
 
Yumiko said:
Wow, I've read all your poems, and they were all pretty powerful, I might add.
I'm sorry about the pain you went through. Some prefer to figment emotions, and, don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with this either.

Anyways, I just really appreciate the cohesiveness of ideas that run like a thread between each poem. Beautiful, yet painful ❤
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It's nice that someone can see my odd, one-track mind as a positive thing. xP

I didn't realize I'd been gone form the forum for so long. So, I'm sorry to everyone that read through that long chain. x.x;
 
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