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I am dirtyI am dirty.
My thoughts filthy.
My body disgusting.
Everything about me is revolting.
I am an abomination.
I deserve no comfort.
No one should care for me.
Yet I am surrounded by such kind people.
It's overwhelming.
I feel pressured that I have to return the favor.
But I don't know how.

FragmentsThis is my silent plea of help.
I dare not speak it out loud, for I fear that you may judge me.
I keep it in, until I feel like bursting, even then I swallow it down.
It burns as it slowly crawls back into my core where it will be temporarily subdued.
I'm afraid, very afraid that one day I won't be able to hold it in any longer.
But at that point it will be to late, and I'll explode
Little pieces of me will be everywhere just floating around.
and all that will be left is an empty doll, with just fragments of what was before.

So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skies
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm

I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot

I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…

Love Is...Love is a foreign and dangerous concept once conceived.

Love is naïve hope, easily breakable.

Love is blind, foolish pain.

Love is wishing, praying, yearning for what can never be yours.

Love is a double-edged sword, bliss and paradise to one side, but fall carelessly into the other abyss from the paper-thin precipice, and receive a gift of eternal heartbreak.

Love is endless pining, torment, and worry.

Love is a hopelessly botched mess.

Love is despising a person for allowing you to become this way, yet always singing their praises.

Love is consciously torturing yourself to ensure your beloved's happiness.

Love is knowing they'll ne

Too hell with the good boysI understand the pleasures
Of dating a bad girl or boy
That way once it’s over
You already knew you’d be a toy.

You go in knowing
The dangers that you’ll face
So when in the end it happens
The blame has a proper place.

See good guys are the devil
With smiles so warm and white
Promise you heaven and the moon
But when needed they take flight.

Left to question what happened
What YOU did that was wrong.
A huge mess; you are broken
Until time can make you strong.

I don’t want safety or comfort
In the end it kills me more.
I want trouble and regrets
Make the heartbreak easier to ignore.

Trade the chivalry and kindnes

RevengeI never laugh.
I never smile.
I never speak.
I am too 'shy'.

What they did to me,
It was too hard.
I wasn't strong enough,
In my heart, it is dark.

I want to see them bleed.
I want to see them cry.
I want to kill them .
Just let me try.

I'm not that weak,
I can do that.
I tell you what's wrong with me,
I am mad.

It makes me happy,
Happy, too see them cry.
I would just laugh at them,
And show them my insane smile.

Yes, maybe I am insane,
One day I'll kill them.
I show them how it is to suffer,
Who's that helpless child then?

They'll all be dead soon.
And they'll see,
see and regret,
everything that they did to me.

I WantI want to feel
the magic
the hope
the emotions
of sweet pure love

I want to feel
the warm embraces
the soft kisses
the beating of our hearts
all the promises of love

I want to see
the beauty
the sweetness
the happiness
of love

I want to see
the heart of my lover
the best and worst of love
the relationship last
all the time it should

It's not too much to ask

Last ChanceI love you,
More than you know.
But your love for me,
Is only a show.

I’ll never understand,
What keeps me coming back.
Though you’re good with words,
You’re completely void of tact.

It must mean something,
That I still want you.
No matter what happens,
No matter what you do.

I think about you constantly,
I dream of you at night.
I’m ashamed of the images,
My mind conjures even in the light.

I’ve never said the words,
But you should know how I feel.
Do I actually need to say it,
For you to know it’s real?

Do you love me?
As I do you?
Are we both just too stubborn,
To say what is true?

I guess it&rsquo

SleeplessSometimes, I'm more tired
than I know how to let on...

Midnight rolls around with
anxiousness in a bed too
small for two,
and whispers softly in my
ears,
"this is still no excuse."

Poetic Failure"Poetic Failure"

I tried to write a poem
But my pen ran out of ink
The neighbors wrecked my home
I simply couldn't think
The bills continue to pile
The sun will not quit shining
These words have no style
Why do I keep trying?
The dog continues barking
It's distracting to my brain
This paper has no markings
This is really such a strain

I don't know what I'm saying
But words are coming out
While I just keep praying
They make sense read aloud
These words are not inspired
By any type of feeling
There's no guidelines required
Nor any type of healing
This poem has no goal
And no ending in sight
I'm sure it's full of holes
W

Artistic Revolution

Paint is slandered all over the walls
Music and laughter can be heard through the halls
Merry men are dancing on the stage
Be it young, old or whatever the age

Songs are echoing through the building
Full of emotion, full of feeling
As it collides with the drawings on the ceiling
Creating something new and appealing

As from the back rooms flow the words
Debates, poetry, stories about flying as a bird
Rhyme and rhythm
If you use them that is your freedom

That building is growing too small
As many want to join and walk through this hall
So perhaps it is time to expand
And spread art all over the land

Maybe you are my inner demon

I have my inner demons.
And they are tearing me apart.
Through my rib cage,
They are eating away my heart.

I have you,holding me tight.
You can feel the pulse of my soul
I am afraid,save me.
Make those evil creatures go.

I have monsters under my bed.
They whisper only bullshit in my ear.
Their voices are so quiet for others,
But so loud for me to hear.

I feel like losing my balance,
I will fall soon,
I wonder,did Lucifer
Have his inner demons,too.

I trust them,
And they say you'll leave.
I'm falling,
It's like they want to kill.

But you caught my body,
You're the one with my soul's key.
With the color of my artery's blood
on your body,yo

PeacefulI need to find my secret place
A place for me to rest my head
As all the tears run down my face
And as my heart ceases to race

I can’t understand and I don’t know
How I can be so calm and content
This couldn’t be, it isn’t so
I feel myself slowly letting go

I tried to hold on with all my might
But it’s too hard, I’m getting weak
It’s been so long and I’ve held on so tight
But I know it’s time, I’ll lose this fight

I feel my mind becoming clear
As all my thoughts fade to one
to darkness and death, my only fear
it’s way too close, it’s way too near

I rest my eyes, can&

Love Letters On the TrainDear Stranger,
I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress).
You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something

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by ~PsychoticLaughter, Feb 23, 2013, 9:19:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

How dare you?
Who are you to place yourself so high above me?
Are you a divine being? a God?
What makes you so superior to me?
You have done nothing to deserve my respect,
and yet you try to place yourself in a better rank.
You are nothing to me,
so don't you dare expect me to honor you.
Respect is not a right, it is a privilege.

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to all those people who think they did the world a favor just by being born

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~summerday27 Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I agree wholeheartedly

~PsychoticLaughter Feb 26, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thank you

~summerday27 Mar 19, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

You're welcome

~loreball Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

After reading your verse, i think is very interesting and i agree with your words about people who think better tha others when they really arent.

~PsychoticLaughter Feb 26, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

thank you

~Ravenholm Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

If you're going to abide by "respect is a privilege", expect it to go both ways - you've not earned the respect of the target of your poem and they're treating you accordingly. It's up to you if you want to give a shit about some moron's respect, and this poem reads like hypocrisy, because you seem to demand respect (Who are you to place yourself so high above me?) while declaring loudly and proudly that they've nothing to deserve your respect. I agree with a comment above me. Yuo do sound ironically arrogant.

As for the poem's construction, free verse does permit rambling, but the way you've arranged your words reads like a blog post.

~PsychoticLaughter Feb 26, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

It wasn't my intention to offend anyone, or sound arrogent.
I was just overwelmed with anger and wrote this to express my frustation.
I am still unfamiliar with which category to put my poems under. If my poems sound like a blog post that wasn't my motive.

~Ravenholm Feb 27, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

That's ok. I'd probably put this in the vignette category. It's suitable for less structured free verses, that's where I usually put my spur of the moment free verse poetry.
Secondly, and now this isn't criticism, just a suggestion. Perhaps try to look into different types of poetry, their structure and rhythm. I've grievances with most dA poetry, because young poets often seem to neglect the craft, and I think that emotion coupled with a decent rhythm and structure could actually end up sublime some day. Thanks for understanding, I might've been a bit adasf foot in mouth in the original comment, too.

~PsychoticLaughter Mar 2, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thank you so much for the tips
not many people around me write poems so I'm really grateful for your advice.^^

=Tianithen Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Respect should be earned. I don't respect anyone until I feel they deserve it, however I'm still polite to everyone I meet, at least at first.

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