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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

Keep Calm And Carry OnKeep calm and carry on,
Make coffee, sing a song.
Watch a comedy when
You're lonely,
Or play a war game on PC
Ang kill people legally.

Keep calm and carry on,
Even when it starts to rain.
Don't panic if you don't have
an umbrella,
Walk in the rain, it'll cleanse
your pain.

Keep calm and carry on,
Write a poem, ride a bike.
Eat some cake and
Walk the dog,
Read a book or
Write one instead,
Just as long as you
don't end up dead.

Keep calm and carry on,
Laugh like the world's gonna end.
Go out and party,
Get drunk and hungover.
At least you'll be happy,
(just don't mind the headache)
When the party's over.

Deceptive

Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013

Forever Breathing WallsAn old, abandoned house
cries out in the middle
of nowhere...

It is breathing terribly
through broken brick lungs,
it's heart is beating
somewhere inside
with each step we take -
'Come a little closer...
Let me shelter your soul.'

This house it carried
many hearts, so wipe your
feet on the worn out
'welcome home' mat,
come inside, come inside,

the cherry blossom, it's only
old friend, bows to you.

Blowing off the dust,
can you hear the
once upon a time - old man
cough and wheeze
in a rocking chair in the corner?
today, he's finally faded away.

Pull open the ripped curtains,
Sunlight wants to stream through,
If

I Am Not ThemI've got the scars on my skin,
Reminding what I've done,
Who I've been;
Never letting me forget
Everything that I regret
And making sure I know
That I am not Them.

When the moon is way up high,
And the world is in a dream,
I will cry
For all of the death
Within my breath
Whispering into my ear
That I am not Them.

They make me Their shallow joke,
The things They say and do,
Making me choke;
World wants me dead
I'm sick in the head
All because of the fact
That I am not Them.

If I could transform myself,
Make me rich in beauty,
'Cos that's their wealth
I'd rather just die
I want to remain I
Proud of all I am and
That I am not Them.

I think I

Red ScreamsSmiling at me, shiny silver teeth
Begging my wrist
For one chaste
Kiss.

Grinning at me, that evil smirk
Making my heart pound
Going berserk.

So sharp so
Good
I know I
Could
And really I
Would
Because I
Should.

Arm’s too full of blood
Of scars
From attempts to
Join the stars.

Photo album of
Ruby caresses
My diary of my
Crimson lament
Showing one
Statement;
I am still
Alive.

The Opposite of a ParadoxMisery makes me happy
Because it means I'm real
And pain makes me content
Because it makes me feel.

Sleep makes me tired
Because life's too short
And fun makes me bored
Because I know it's been bought.

Breaking makes me fixed
Because it makes me alive
And breathing makes me drown
Because life will deprive.

Lying makes me honest
Because it makes me me
And dying will make me live
Because then I will be free.

This is Me, BeggingIf I could play guitar
I’d write you a song.
If I could run that far
Then I’d run all night long.
But I’m no good at that
So you’ll have to settle for this.

What is this?

It's a plea
A beg
For you
From me
Please come home
I'm all alone
And nobody understands.

I don't want you to R.I.P.
I want you here with me
But I'm not God
And He hates me
So, for now,
I guess it's R.I.P.

Chained and ShamedNobody gets it.
I don’t want saving,
I don’t want ”friends”;
I just want all ends
To be met in red.

I hate how plain my skin is,
How it should be painted;
Scarlett.
I’m the addiction’s harlot,
I do as it must dictate
And when it tells me to seal my bloody fate;
I bloody well will.

I’m too full of blood,
I need to let some out.
But know this isn’t a shout
For help;
This is me coping
With how I’m hoping
Nobody’ll care when I go.

Cutting isn’t for attention;
It’s for a brief suspension
Of everything else.
It is mine and I’m its,
It doing as I want
And I its slave

Dead, Inside and OutI scream, but nobody hears
I cry, but nobody cares
I look, but I do not find
I try, but I do not die
I wake, but I never really sleep
I eat, but I never really taste
I long, but I never really know
I try to stay, but it is time to go
I slumber, but I do not wake
I crack, but I do not break
I gasp, but I do not breath
I swallow, but I do not sneeze
I am floating, through the pale air
I am moving, though I do not care
I am strangled with tears, yet I do not pout
I am dead, inside and out.

Bad Mood

She never cared,
my soul wasn't spared,
from the pain that life gave me,
and no one was there to save me.
As I dig deeper into the hole I dug for myself,
she acts like I was just a toy on the shelf,
although life may continue on,
the joys I felt are forever gone,
I don't want to live this kind of life,
but I don't think I could pull a knife,
to end my sorrow,
then there's no tomorrow.
What is the point of life if you don't live,
as long as your friends are willing to give.
They will help you along the path,
and you can avoid the womans wrath.

Shit.Shit.

I unintentionally use it almost every day.
In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.
Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.
You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That exact word will seep and creep out.

It makes its way into any given conversation.
It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.
It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.
It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.
In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.

How can one word have so many definitions.
And still have the same effect despite its repetition.
How can this same word blur all the lines of di

Barking Orders

Hear them, those voices in mind.
Heed them, those ideas they speak

I have felt the hands of those voices, in the wake of my choices.
I have heard them laughing at me in my shambled mind.

Those voices are not mine,
Nor were they ever...

I was not born with them,
But they came to me in weakness.

Attracted to the scent of my flawed being,
the aura of my imperfection.

The voices of, my rotten conscious,
Overtaken by shame and regret.

I have heard them screaming
at me in my shackled mind...

Black HoleThis is the feeling of falling through space
With too much weight even in lack of gravity
And my veins filling with the lead of too many moments
In place of the blood that I spilled long ago

Butterfly wings battle rainbows and roses
Too much color in this pulsing world
And I yearn for only what I cannot have
Because it's been too long since my sweet escape

I wish the lights would dim like sputtering candles
The dark sucking up all the shattered pieces
I walk across eons of broken mirrors
Unable to escape the lines of my descent

What else is there but the cloying oblivion?
A shade too sweet, too strong on the tongue
But the kind

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Breathe. Just Beathe.Breathe. Just breathe.
In, out. In, out.

The water sloshed around me, wetting my pale, sickly skin, washing and bathing my body with its delicate and deadly beauty.

In, out. In, out.

My eyes opened slowly, looking into the steady flow of greyish water, covered by shadows, slightly lit up by the flow of translucent lights. My eyes had long since grown used to the itchy sensation of water trickling in and around the pores of my eyeballs, used to it hugging my sensitive iris's.

In, out. In, out.

Floating. I was floating, like an angel, like a diver. I was floating, my body no longer propelling me upwards, thrusting me up to the surface. Up

Best EnemyWhen I told you to find me,
you did nothing.
When I told you to fight me,
you didn't move.
When I told you to never forget,
you forgot.
When I told you to always fight for the truth,
you surrendered at the start.
When I told you to listen and observe,
you didn't pay attention.
When I asked you to help me,
you refused.
When I told you to never succumb to hate,
nor believe too deeply in love,
you

When beauty was love...There was once a time when
Beauty was love
And love vanquished all.

But we live in a time
When nobody knows which is truth and
Which is lies,
Because there is no trust,
And love is no longer a sacred,
Beautiful thing.

One day love will be
No longer.
It will not live in our lives,
Embracing our sanity,
But instead it will vanish into darkness,
Thin from our eyes to see.

In the near future,
Nobody will trust.
Nobody will decide what is true and what is not,
Because nobody will have a motivation or a
Reason to question what cannot be understood.
But then again,
Nobody trusts, and
Nobody questions.

One day, when this piece

Everything I do.....Everything I
Do
I do because of

You

EverybodyEverybody lives,
Everybody dies.
Everybody breathes.
Everybody cries.

We all scream.
We all suffer.
We all squirm and fight against the pressure of life.
We all are unique.

Everybody has a purpose.
Everybody was meant to do something great.
Everybody lives, grows, learns, ages.
Everybody's purpose ends for the same reason.

So I shall make it easy for my children.
I will teach them not lies but truth.
I will show them both darkness and light.
I will praise them for embracing both sides.

I will teach my children too see clearly.
I will teach them how to understand pain and death,
but not to fear it.
I will show my children

Safe and Sound"Thats the deal if you win.
Your safe and sound after that."

I know what that means. Life's game. If you win it, your safe for the rest of your life. If you survive it, you get to enjoy every little part of living. But the problem is, you can never be safe from life. There's always one more struggle, one more problem, one more fate you can try to hopelessly avoid. The only real way to win life is to die.

So now I understand it.

I can't win by living.

I can only be safe from the everyday struggles of life if I am dead.

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Love is a Diesies

by ~Breatheforlife, Jan 15, 2013, 5:11:26 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I am a mad-man, nothing more,
Who is too foolish to turn away.
Who dares to knock on the forbidden door,
Who doesn't understand why he decays.

A mad-man who does not understand
The grief the diesies brings.
Who grabs his untrusting loved ones hand,
Who answers when the Grimm Reaper rings.

No medications can cure the illness
Of those infected by the diesies.
For love brings no relief besides numbness
As it fullfils its deadly deeds.

Drowning, suffocating, undeniable death
Is what comes to those who are ill.
Who curse their foolish desires to love
Who try to reclimb but fall to Life's Hill.

I pity thee who falls so easily
Under death's taunting spell.
So maybe I am a fool to love thee so openly,
But I do so anyways, even if it means my

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Love is a Diesiesby ~Breatheforlife

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Its my birthday! Yeah! Pretty decent poem, if you ask me. I was partly inspired by Shakesphere( I don't know how to spell his name) by his poems 'Come away, Come away, death' from a Twelves Night and one of his other sonnets. It's about a man, speaking about love, how it is not a great thing but an illness that sways you under her spell and then overtakes you, uses you, then kills you. The man speaks of the effects of love and how he hates it, but in the end he is the real mad-man, who himself was unable to deny love's steady spell.

~GABanks118 Jan 16, 2013 Student Writer

This is a very well crafted poem. Personally, I think it has a bit more in common with Poe, what with the darker tone.

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