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Hey, I'm still aliveHey, I'm still alive
My hearts still beats on
I'm not dead, just simply
not doing anything
I'm just moving through life
without much motion
without a care
Why should I care?
Everything ends anyway
Just don't bury me
I may come back
I may
Stand.All my life I've been waiting for something that never came,
But I will forever stand my ground and never lose this game,
I've had my pride stepped on and my world turned upside down,
My heart broken and tossed around,
I've come close to just giving up and throwing it all away,
But that is a non-existent day.
Call me names, talk shit, and do whatever the fuck you want,
I'll just laugh in your face and call you a cunt,
I am unable to be moved,
You may hurt me, stun me, or shock me,
Though you will never break me,
Just know I will never give up,
I have friends and family who love me,
Who will forever stand beside me,
As I will sta
DreamsWhat wonders the imagination can bring
  With opened ear and untamed eye
 Dreams that we shall toss and fling
  And float about towards the sky

 By luminous light of thought
  Day and night will awaken newly
 And become what you have sought
  To find your most distant Thule

 Never letting go of that which we cherish
  The spirit of innocence and truth
 Why without it, what would we but perish?
  In the darkness of lost youth
the demonessthe obscurity pervades my soul
the light is away from me
the demoness plays with me

resisting the temptation is hard
this creature is appealing
her shapes are voluptuous
her body is tortured by injuries that never heal
my mind is possessed by her charm

I am powerless
I am captivated by the demoness
the light has forsaken me
I am slave to this beauty of evil
End of Many PartsI often found myself staring up at nights, finding the images and faces in the designs of the bland paint that decorated the room.  My imagination would run wild, nothing to hold it back as I thought of the many things that gave me drive and focus.  Inspiration is not what it once was.

My muse now gone, so long has it been since I had a fresh idea and keen sense about me to write the words that once came so natural, so fluid on pages I never numbered.  No count of words could match that feeling of writing with such pure emotion that was the inspiration you once gave me.  Has it really been so long?  How many days have passed me by and my wor
The Woman WakesIn mountains, peaked, grey and cold,
through fogs that hide the tales of old,
Amongst the treacherous roads she makes,
In caverns deep, the woman wakes.
From deep sleep long, the woman wakes.

Her chambers echo, sounds rebound
With discoveries and entry found,
Her rest disturbed, her eyes search deep,
Brutes won't let the woman sleep.
The voices ruined the woman's sleep.

The noises grow, the voices come
Of those who braved no rising sun.
They've found her lair, her stoney gates
In shadows dark, the woman waits.
For those who walk, the woman waits.

She hears their cries, foolish and brave,
Strangers stride into her cave.
Their
PsychopathCall me whatever you want.
Crazy, insane, mad...
No matter what name you use, there will be no sympathy.

Am I the only one wise enough
to deafen my ears with a music louder than its seiren song?
You all have been deceived by its so called beauty
blinded, unable to see the disgusting, gory truth.

Oh how it brings you sorrow, cannot you see?
Fooled by the form of a hell-spawn
you feed it with your saddest emotions.
Sorrow, worry, pity, fear.
Secretly
it laughs at your growing anxiety.

It deceived my dearest, too
and struck them with hopelessness and grief,
polluted and broke
leaving nothing but the ashes on my hands
that used
Sanguinary measuresBegan to wonder how things turned out
You are back to the person who you were not
From every broken promise to a spoken lie
Nothing really matters as my days pass by
Happened to start listening to these voices in my head
And I'm stuck here following the path you lead
these voices, voices I hear, tear me apart
Devour me, curse me and make me bleed at heart
To be left alone is my only solution
Blood and peace assured on my crucifixation
Statue In The RainI'm not dead because I'm still breathing,
I'm not dead because I'm finally living.
I'm still here because you always need me,
I won't leave you if you don't leave me.
 
I'm still here, right where you left me,
The statue in the rain, ready to give you glee.
When you feel sad, you know where to go,
I'm not dead, I'm here for you and I hope you know.
 
That I'm still here, and always will be for you,
That I'll remain as long as I know you want me to.
That the statue in the rain will always be waiting for you,
Because Jennifer, I love you.
I'm Fine"How are you?" They ask.
I reply with, "Fine."
"How have you been?"
"okay."
"How was school?"
"Good."

They found out I was cutting,
And it hit them
That I wasn't "Fine."
I was in pain.

In front of the counselor,
They promised things would change,
They promised I would get help.
And I believed them.

But I was stupid to fall for it.
The one and only "help" I received
Said I was depressed.
That I needed counseling.

They checked my wrists daily.
I wasn't allowed behind closed doors.
I couldn't be around knives.
I wasn't allowed to write.
But it was all for show.
All their precautions stopped.

What would happen
If the fami
water is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.Water is known for its good deeds of providing life and vegetation,
While its evil deeds go unknown,
Creating the illusion of only a Good Samaritan appearance.

But not every drip serves the same purpose.
Some drops are far much darker than others.
So how can something so filthy be considered pure?

Because the good aren't selfish.
Yet water's grip holds all life like a puppet,
Rewarding us all with just another day.

Water is a criminal that washes away the crimes of others in addition to its own
It's also a murderer that punishes us for swallowing too much
However since there's still some good left to give water is mainly "Dr. Jekyl
Silence.When the silence comes
we will be called the contemplators,
originators but never innovators.
We will serenade ourselves at night
with the arabesque pinwheels
of the unquantifiable, and the inescapably
abstract pooling behind
closed eyelids.

Abstract and abstruse.
It's in our nature –
we are the tawny wings
pasted on scrawny and thick
bodies, waiting for anyone to turn
on the lamp and suck us in.
We hope for heaven,
and only get burned.

But when it comes
we'll be waiting. We were never
outspoken – listeners,
not storytellers, because no one
ever wants our stories.
We're the ones left behind
but left intact
Vikings virtueA man of virtue is beset,
by fates that detest haste.
Walls of rock surround his path,
his retreat beaten by waves of foam.

He struggles forward,
perils he must now face.
With limp or shiver,
he forever marches homebound.

A pilgrim housed in foreign lands,
covered in sheets of snow.
Fur lined boots trample,
where men dare not travel.

A search for home,
in the lands of legends.
Amid giants of frost he goes,
Viking of Thor.
Where Dreamers RiseWould you face it were it true
When all the world had need of you
To hold for them the banner high
To rally to it every eye

Would you step beyond the known
Where fear and doubt has overgrown
And venture boldly through the night
To cast for all your boldest light

Would you boldly stand apart
To uphold what's right at heart
When every soul has been misled
Would you stand the figurehead

Will you chance the lonely dark
And give for all that fateful spark
To disregard that which you dread
And venture farther in instead

Will you fly where none have flown
Even when you stand alone
Tempt the skies with daring flight
And rise on win
Lost to YouThere really is no way to tell
how much I'd like to say farewell
to your brilliant eyes and glowing face
and beautiful-but manly-grace.

My heart naive and love-sick mind--
imagination gone a-rye,
a simple touch and misplaced word,
an awaited sign from the lonely bird.

All of which I once held dear
now have become a quiet fear
that you will not express the same
as shown to you through my love's bain.

Yet softly have you played it well;
facades put on, and yes, I fell.
You kept it safe and for that I praise.
You led me on for many days.

With unending torture that wasn't light
I tried my best to win this fight.
But once again
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More from ~SuppressedOceans

JoyWhen I gaze at the sea,
I can hear the waves crash,
and I watch the water spray in the air glistening.
When I listen to music, I am me,
I wish the song would always last,
The soft melody of a piano, I would for be listening.
When my life seems to engulf in darkness, I am happy as can be.
Projecting my own rays of sunshine until the storm has past.
The simple beauties in life are so thickening,
They are everywhere if only one could see.
A side of youThere's a side of you,

That no one sees.

One that no one can believe.

A side you wish would leave.

A side that doesn't like to smile,

Only cry,

Lay silently on the bed and stare off,

Into nothing.

No one knows what you feel.

No one ever knew the whole truth.

You're just a lie.

You lie.

Yes, there's a side of you,

That side is me.

I am that broken mirror,

Distorting our "beautiful" image.

You hear them all compliment you,

How does that help me.

I don't see what they see.

There's a side of you,

And I keep crawling to the surface.

I am a demonic thing,

I am everything you dislike,

Even I loathe myself,

But you're too good
TrappedYour alone,
So dreadfully painfully alone,
And as this realization crashes upon you,
You scream in your mind as your very soul,
pounds on the bars strangling your heart.
You are confined and there is no escape.
As the anxiety comes crashing upon you,
In waves weighing down your shoulders and spirit,
Your thoughts become alarming,
quick,
short,
random,
Your hands are shaking,
As you pace the floor back and forth,
The whole scene in disarray.
There is no relief in the fountains springing from your eyes.
They are only the visible pain from your trapped soul.
And I watch through glazed eyes,
Its so easy to reach o

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Dangerous Waters

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You only see broken, empty shells,
They cut your aching feet,
And give you a sense of solitude.

You walk into the waves,
They soothe your pain,
They relieve you of sins.  

You want to run away,
But every time you try,
The call becomes louder.

And you are so tired,
So tired of running,
From the call of soothing waters.

So you swim,
Engulfed by the comfort,
But these are dangerous waters.

You're swimming too far out,
The tide will catch you,
Drag you under.

You will never resurface.

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Dangerous Watersby ~SuppressedOceans

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=wdnest Jan 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Wonderful piece - great work.
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~SuppressedOceans Jan 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you! :)
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=Oilux Dec 2, 2012  Student Writer
Hello! Your wonderful literature has been featured on my Sunday Selects!
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~SuppressedOceans Dec 2, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you :3
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=Oilux Dec 4, 2012  Student Writer
No problem!
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=CrematedMan Sep 7, 2012  Student Writer
The title choice is good. The figurative language and extended metaphor really accentuates the message of the piece.
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~SuppressedOceans Sep 15, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you :)
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~MadHat11D6 Sep 1, 2012   Writer
I like the concept here. This piece has a good flow and I can get a picture and a story out of this. However, the impact falls very short of what it could be. A lot of it is in the order of the words and how you use the punctuation. For example, the first line 'You only see broken empty shells' could tweaked to be something like 'You see only broken, empty shells'. It's a slight difference, but in using wording like that it brings out a different sort of tone. The last line stood out as a major part that wasn't quite what it could be. If you play with the formatting a little bit, it might also alter the impact. For example, you could put key words in bold, parts that are meant to feel like whispers smaller than the rest, etc. In this way, you can capture the sort of dangerous-yet-peaceful image.
Overall, this piece is very interesting. Not quite there for me, but very close. Well done. I'm eager to see what you can do with this piece and what sorts of pieces you will submit to the group in the future.
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~SuppressedOceans Sep 1, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the feedback :)
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~MadHat11D6 Sep 1, 2012   Writer
:nod:
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