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100 Theme Challenge: Fall Leaves fall all around me. Though alone, I don't feel lonely. They're here. Those people. Or are they people? I don't see them, not ever. They talk to me, though. The crisp fall air blows around me. I giggle and try to dodge the leaves. Fall is fun, I think. Life is good here. I put my arms up and twirl. I wish I'd remember. I wish I knew if what they told me was true. I was born here, they said. They raised me, they said. At least I knew their names. Jon, M

Broken DreamsSweet words
Die easily
On cracked, emotion
starved lips,
And leave deep scars.

Deep scars of love.

A Little Golden OwlThere once was a little golden owl, who sat in the topmost branches of an old oak tree.
He never moved, he never spoke, and instead he just watched the world unfold beneath him. New stories were continuously being printed onto blue air as people met beneath the tree and wove their own tales.
Couples met and couples broke apart, children were buried in the yonder graveyard and old people sat beneath wrinled yews and mourned the loss of their beloved. Seasons came and seasons went. Winter kissed the owl with frost, and the summer attacked him with hot fury, bu

Little Birds in Rigid FlocksBig bright smiles because
I don't care.
Whisper behind my back
And laugh
Because I don't care.

And I'll laugh with you
At me,
Because, you see, I'm rather funny,
Right?

Well, I think I am
And that's all that matters.

I'm sick of being upset,
Just because of what the people say,
What the whisperers whisper.
I'm sick of pretending

That I'm someone I'm not.

So I'm trying to care a little less,
No longer will I let my tears tattoo your
Harsh words to my
Cheeks.

It doesn't matter, not anymore.
Now I'm free, and you're not.
So.....
Who's laughing now, little birds?
Little birds, all trapped in your rigid flocks?

The answer

Pure Liquid AlcoholThick garbled words fall from my mouth,
Like sick,
But to me they are so much more poetic
And so much wiser than that.

Yet everybody laughs when I deliver them,
In a self important speech.

And I'm falling,
Down,
Down,
Down....

My dignity lies shattered,
My faith in you becomes
Questioning.

Were you ever something I could call
My friend?
Protector?

Protector from the reality?
From the harshness of life?

And I never want to wake up.
Never want to face,
Those other faces pulling
Grimaces of disgust.

Bathing in me in disgrace.

Because I can't cope.
I open the packet,
The small littl

MirrorShe's tall and blond with eyes of the sweetest blue. They all love her, girls want to be her and boys clamour around her. But sometimes, during the long lingering summer months, she reaches out to her mirror. She reaches and places her slender, pale hand onto that of the reflection's. She reaches out and she smiles.
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She's quite short and her hair is mousy, with eyes hidden behind thick glasses. Nobody loves her, girls tease her and call her names. Boys won't go near her. But sometimes, during the short sharp winter months, she reaches out to her mirror. She reaches and places her hand, written all over in self afflicted scars, onto that o

TearsSoft touches on my skin,
I lick my lips and they taste of you,
You accompanying me
Through my sadness and
Into my joy.

Those tears.
I thank you
For always being there,
Even when all hope is lost,
And the flame of the candle doused.

I will always have my tears.

DepressionI am the darkness that smothers your mind,
Devouring your hopes and dreams
As you sleep.

As you sleep I invade
Your mind with bittersweet nightmares,
Planting the seeds.

The seeds of death,
Cultivating them until they are ripe for plucking,
And you deliver yourself into the reaper's soft arms.

Because it's easier there than in your mind.
Than in your life.
To escape the darkness.

Escape the ridicule.
The names.
The names they shout at you.

Because you're not special
You're not anything.
What's the point of being happy?

It'll only hurt all the more when that happiness is snatched away.
What's the point of having hope,
Burni

The Demon Child'Be wary of the demon child, my boy,
As he scuttles about the fire place,
Be careful of his wily games and ploys,
And fear his twisted face.'

The demon child moves as if a flame,
Bright, fiery, quick and red.
His image scars young eyes just
Before they run up to bed.

Cackling and dancing,
In young children's nightmares he lurks,
Spinning and creating
A dark and dangerous world,
For that is how the demon child works.

Each night he visits
The young boy's head,
And whispers words to him as he sleeps,
Words of darkness, words of peril,
To fill the young boy's heart with dread.

Once he is within you there is no escape,
His cla

Where no man has gone beforeWhere no man has ever gone before;
That's where I want to go.
Deep into your soul;
That's where I want to be.
As a beautiful everlasting memory;
That's how I want to be remembered.
Forever your only one;
That's what I want to be.

never grow up. Quite Frankly,
I need more of you in my life
because you make life more beautiful.

GreyWhen all the words forget to rhyme, and whispers in the air fall silent.

And when the world is stripped of paint,

I watch the grey like taint does spread to the three, the four, the five

dimensions, staining every corner like blood.

And no blood tears will fall from me, for no sorrow grips my heart.

No happiness does lift my eyes, no music from my lips does play.

For all the things in that green world have faded into grey.

The Purple AngelWhen I was a child,
Blue was my walls,
My floor,
My world.
The water I drowned in was crystal,
Clear,
Pure,
Shimmering blue.

As my breath became shallow,
My eyes burned a bright, smoldering red.
My heart,
My blood,
And my being grew fiery,
Unforgivingly,
Hatefully,
And tastelessly red.

Time collapsed in the shadowy waves of blue,
The wispy red smoke pouring from my eyes,
My ears,
And the cries from my dying mouth.
A battled raged on while I sank,
Helpless,
Wrapped in a mixture of war and peace;
A mixture of red and blue.

The colors swam around me,
Never mixing, only swirling into yin and yang.
My body thrashed and th

I See You In The StarsI look up at the stars at night
and wonder where you've been
the stars, they shine and sprinkle light
I feel it deep within

the stars stare back at me
and I feel your love anew
even though you're not by my side
I feel the kiss you blew

the stars burn a tender fire
I wish you were beside me
so I close my eyes to the twinkling lights
and let my heart look and see

my heart beats softly and quietly
it allows me time to think
your frame comes into view
and beneath me the ground begins to sink

I float up off the ground
my heart lifts me to the sky
I'm surrounded by the stars and moon
and your eyes bring a sweet sigh

next are you

BleedingBleeding broken
Beating heart

Soulless lifeless
Empty eyes

Empty eyes
Still fill with tears

Bleeding hearts
Still fill with fear

Nothing left to do but stare
At darkened sky's and nightmares

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we played
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when no one wanted me around
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Love letter

by ~JackStills, Jun 18, 2011, 7:48:57 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

While you're gone
my colors fade to grey
thoughts of you
race through my head
as I dream the night away.

Words cannot express
the way I feel
this sensation
and invigoration
a tingle bolt, a jolt, a punch
how this can be expressed
I'll never know
but this is true
I
Love
You.

Love letterby ~JackStills

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

JS xoxoxxxxox

~ZADRaddicted Jul 31, 2011 Student Photographer

the most love in this world is a lie, there aren't much people who truly love each other only family of course but your true love is hart to find in these days........ love is a strange thing ^^

~JackStills Jul 31, 2011

thank you

~ZADRaddicted Jul 31, 2011 Student Photographer

you're welcome ^^

~PowerfulStardust Jun 30, 2011

Beautiful Love letter...

~JackStills Jun 30, 2011

thank you

~PowerfulStardust Jul 1, 2011

you are welcome

~nvj4916 Jun 22, 2011 Student Writer

Love is over-rated POSH

~JackStills Jun 22, 2011

POSH?I disagree love can be very worth it if you dont fall in it with a harp or a succubus

~JackStills Jun 22, 2011

what is POSH?

~nvj4916 Jun 22, 2011 Student Writer

ok.... that's nice

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