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drama dramaso much drama
life is drama
the god damn drama llama

why do you haunt me
do you find fun in spitting on me drama llama?

drama drama
drama drama
no more drama

bad break up
skippin school
drunken friends
the drama never ends
silent tearsThe dark circles under my eyes
From nights without much sleep
The pillows damp under my cheek
From tears that I must weep

The tears fall too softly
They silently free my pain
Alone here in the darkness
Why won't it just go away?

My heart feels so heavy
Its ache never dying down
Someday I know I will free it
I just wish it was happening now
EdenAdorned in the morning gold
Stands the staircase of times of old
It promises peace and hope beyond
Over the leaves and over the frond

Around it dance blossoms kept in care
Who dance in the wind and twirl in the air
The grass is green and glows in the sun
The light keeps it warm till the day is done

There is no closed gate with a key and a lock
There is silence, no mutters of ticking clocks
No commandments were carved to block the way
Only a stone that greets "welcome and stay"

There is no wood hammer, no judgment to pass
Only a virtue that stands true and lasts
People were flawed but here they're repaired
For this is the garden
FrustrationI find myself filled with a feeling of frustration
Recently I have felt this way on more than one occasion
This is because these feelings stem from many things
One of them is not having a clue what the future brings

That just makes me feel as though I do not have any control
It's started to feel like life is no more than a black hole
These feelings are made worse when I can't do what I did best
Now when I do those things people are no longer left impressed

I am trying to do so much, mostly to reclaim my lost sanity
Though as I am doing that I am trying to overcome my vanity
At least one of these two things I fear I am doomed to
Sweet, Sweet SilenceA woman's heart is an endless ocean,
and some secrets are meant to be kept forever.

Like,
sometimes my heart still aches for you, but
it isn't true, it isn't true.

Those words will go down with this ship,
to rest in darkness,
find peace in the depths -
release, release,
the screams are silenced,
these voices will not echo evermore.

Oh, breathless silence!
Inescapable, empty salvation.
Oh, silence, you know my heart
and you surrender its beat to rest.
Fearless.Girls always say that their ''boys'' are special, handsome, and different
just because they think they belong to them,
but sometimes girls can be over-dramatic when it comes to love
since they don't want to have a guy that will walk all over their heart
just because he can.
(sometimes,
girls try to hard to be beautiful
as they spend hours looking at themselves in the mirror,
experimenting with different makeup and trying out different smiles
just so they can become love experts
and have a guy fall for them
so they don't have to be alone.)

(But,
I can honestly say that even between all of the nail-biting and perfume-
Whoops, My MistakeI'm sorry I made you
my mistake.

You were just a whoops
for me,

but I was
a heartbreak for you.

I'm sorry it took me a while
to realise

that you
weren't for me

and that you
would never be.

I take
full responsibility

for the mistake
I made.

And I'm sorry
that it had
to be

You.
VinesThese vines that wrap around my heart
They threaten to stop it from beating
I welcome them to
I want them to
But I don't let them
There are too many people who need me to protect them
To many people I wait for
To many possibilities to abandon
But none of them even now I'm hurting
None of them can see theses thorns pierce my heart
The blackness closes in
If only someone had known
Now there all flower petals floating in the wind
Up so high in the sky I fly
Wings now sprout from my shoulders
I can fly away now
And never look back
For nobody will miss me
No one will care
Goodbye
Seven Salvations.To oppose the deadly seven, one must keep in mind
That there are seven others, of a completely different kind.
The Seven Heavenly Virtues, of whom are here to tell
The damned Cardinal Vices to go straight back into Hell.

The first is dear sweet Castitas, the act of chastity.
Abstaining from sexual conduct, and from pure hostility.
Embracing moral wholesomeness and keeping one's soul pure.
Resisting foul temptations and ignoring dark allure.

Temperantia, is the second; maintaining self control.
Restraint, justice and temperance are what guides his prudent soul.
He obtains his moderations, and keeps to what he needs.
Fights against t
I am ....I am...
lucky to be alive
so many times I should have died

I am...
a survivor
not a savior

I am...
but only a man
when you cut me I bleed
break my heart
I still cry

I am...
empty,on the inside
a hollow shell

I am...
no hero,
I do things everyone should

I am...
unable to sit and watch
while someone is in need of help
when my shoulder is needed to cry upon

I am ....
a witness of unspeakable acts,
and yet I know nothing
but how to be caring and kind

I am...
not a monster
for the things I have done to scum

I am..
guilty of many things
except being unable to act

I am Jack Stills
Only HumanCrying is normal
Fighting yourself isn't easy
It never is
But coming to terms to yourself?
What is so wrong with that?

We are only human
As humans we cry,
Make love in the night
And sometimes fight
This is simply our nature

I love those who are different from me
Weather they are male or female
Despite their sexuality
Despite their race
Love is love

I have disorders
There is nothing wrong with that
It simply means I am different from you
I have my own unique twist
Whether it is dark or not

We are all flawed perfectly
Because if we were all made the same
Where would we be now?
Nothing but disgusting clones
We
-Well Water Eyes-Truly seeing myself for the first time
Reflected in pale green well water
A picture of the sky
An image of me
Hair wildly tossed into the wind
On this time capsule island
Drifting through golden seas and emerald oceans
My tiny kingdom of a thousand rivers
A safe haven not found on any map
Emerging into the soft light of spring
Let the glaciers drift away
The autumn leaves that were loved with all my soul
Have finally decayed into the ground  
Let my hopeless Indian summer romance fill with roots and explode upwards
With just as many wonderful colors as before
Look at me blindly with your well water eyes
I'm showing you my h
Beyond Repair?Why do I feel so numb?
I know that I should feel something,
Pain,
Sadness,
Despair,
But I feel nothing.
Why?
When I've been rejected
And abandoned
By the ones I love the most.
Is there something wrong with me?
I want to feel something
To know that I'm still
Alive inside.
So have I died?
Slowly fell apart
And didn't even realize it?
Did their rejection
Kill me inside,
Destroyed my already
Damaged heart
Am I broken?
Can I be fixed?
Or am I
Beyond repair?
'Last Days' "Last Days." I smiled as I picked up the videogame I'd been looking for. Flipping the box over, I read the back cover to the group of teens around me, "Full-immersion, fast-paced, and high adventure. In the days after the zombie apocalypse strikes the fair States, you have survived the first waves of attacks, but alone. Now you are in need of food and ammunition. Search the surrounding country and city for survivors, food, and weapons. But beware- the test of your survival skills has only just begun!"

"Sweet," My best friend Carla laughed. "You going to buy it?"

"I've been thinking about it," I admitted. "Though I've read that it's total
Should IShould I feel threatened knowing someone is better
And should I lose sleep knowing I'm none the wiser
Happiness is such a relative thing
It can be relative; fleeting and fickle

Sometimes it comes naturally
Other times it outweighs your biggest achievement
The shortsighted only wonder why
They have more than that guy, and yet he's smiling like the Sun rising

Thorns of envy have no mercy, and do not discriminate
If destroying them will give some release, then why does it hurt you as much as you deny it

In the end we want stability; a middle ground

I worked too hard learning to stand upon the razors edge
Taming the blade
Letting it
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master of disasterMaster of disaster
Trash the plaster
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Crush his balls

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train wreck
Emotions blurred

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Blazing fires
Consume the soul
Circumstances beyond ones control
Trust.no one
blame them all
Its because of trust
That we fall

Spare the rod
Spoil the child
They might be OK
For a while
until
The fork in the road
looms ahead

You cant play it safe
And just turn back
It's a forced choice

Now choose a path
And don't be shy
Its all the same for you and I

There is no hope
No lesser of evils
One disaster following the next
all while trying to be the best
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Bloody bones
sharpened fang
Eternally damned

The Balance to be maintained
Between the light and shadow

Amidst the chaos
A pure heart
Destiny chosen
Path laid in stone

Many battles to be fought
Against unbeatable odds
Won with neither sword or shield
But purity of heart
And strength of mind

A battle for mankind
The right to live free
Or suffer eternal undeath

The slayer holds our fate
musingsyou once said you loved me
now i know you lied
never trusted
and tried to hide
the fact of the matter
that you rather be hated than be with me

"cold hearted, bastard, drunk "
is what you said i am
i didn't deserve it

I gave you my heart and you set it alight
in front of my eyes ,the ashes fell
but i can say I tried
i truly tried
but all for naught
for you were never mine to keep

their is no solice
no magic pill
because I'll never be able  to forget
the times we shared
good and bad
twas allI had
kept me sane
alive inside

now I've died
no inner light
naught but a void

i want you outta of my he
Jack's story corner 3 if you give a mouse a cookie he willwant a glass of milk.

if you give him a glass of milk he will want to take a nap .

when he wakes upfrom his nap he will want to wake and bake.

after he does his wake and bake he will want another cookie.

see how fucked up the world is

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ghosts

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so many ghosts
haunting the mind
a flash of fear
unfelt for seven years
a flashing blade
a bloody face

am I being punished?
why do I deserve torment
for taking action

crushing terror
was being her savior
a judgement error ?

I was not afraid then
why now?
a wicked sneer
a hoot and a cheer
some tough guy
to terroize the weak

so much blood
gushing like a flood
too much for young minds
to comprehend
so I tried to pretend
the bad thing never happened
but childish notions
lacking devotion
breaks what lies dormant
reality is quite the harsh informant

so many ghosts
terrors in the night
  
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its gettin late ....I can't sleep so I figured I would try to get what is on my mind out .not sure if it helped or if this is any good
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~Sakura2349 Jul 30, 2011
very dark, but very beautiful in a way
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Mood: Joy ~JackStills Jul 30, 2011
thanks it was a rough night
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~JackStills Jul 30, 2011
this poem is actually related to another I wrote "an unexpected hero "
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~Sakura2349 Jul 30, 2011
sounds like it...you got that across very well
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Mood: Caring =DarlingAngel0565 Jul 8, 2011  Professional Writer
It is very good.
It shows what most people don't get a chance to see.
It shows the after effects of the hero,
How they feel, and if they have dreams or negative effects to them selves.
I really like it. It is raw, showing much hidden emotion. :huggle:
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Mood: Peaceful ~JackStills Jul 8, 2011
thanks hun
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Mood: Compassion =DarlingAngel0565 Jul 8, 2011  Professional Writer
You are welcome sweetie :huggle:
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~kml91225 Jul 1, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
You asked me not to just read a new deviation so I looked at your gallery and the title caught my attention because I like dark poetry. I love the rhyming in this and applaud you because rhyming is hard sometimes. I like how it seems that the child blocked out some memory until they grew up and let themselves recall. It must have been terrorizing and traumatizing. I especially like the line "Reality is quite the harsh informant" because it's so true. Reality sucks.

How'd I do? Pass you're pissy mood test with flying colors?
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~JackStills Jul 2, 2011
yes actually ...I'm rather sorry about that, I haven been sleeping....the child Is me btw this poem was written shortly after "an unexpected hero"
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~kml91225 Jul 2, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
See I am a good person :] Don't worry about it I understand, maybe just be nicer to me now. I'm sorry that you're the child it must really be hard in a way I can't begin to understand
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