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BotherIt's not a game.
She's gone away,
and no one even bothered to say,

"Will you ever return?"
When will they learn?
But no one bothered to say it to her.

I left on that day,
I went my own way,
but no one even bothered to say,

"I really love you."
I don't think it's true,
but I'd still say "I love you, too."

We all wonder why
she left us dry,
but we still didn't bother to say goodbye.

And neither did she,
not even to me.
At the very least, now, she's finally free.

I left them alone,
how can I atone?
Would I have stayed there, had I then known?

I can certainly tell
that all of us fell
when I didn't even bother to bid them farewell.

Lost and Found'Every day is exactly the same,
Every day is exactly the same.
There is no love here, and there is no pain.
Every day is exactly the same.'

"You got that right, brother."

Plucking the headphones out of her ears, she turned the volume up on her music player as loud as it could go. The music could be heard through the small room, and she spun the wires around her fingers.

"Around and around they go, where they stop, nobody--"

The buds whipped her fingers painfully, the length of the wires wrapped tightly around her hand.

"Go figure. Everything ends, doesn't it?"

She sighed, and as she got up off her bed, she noticed her phone on her nig

Clear Tears and Vivid BloodAs I stared into the blackness,
I began to think and wonder:
"What if these tears are blood?
What if my blood is a river of tears?"

What if, in the darkness of night,
because of my impaired vision,
I am not able to be sure
of the color of my tears?

Perhaps, in reality, they are red.
The tears that are falling on my pillow
are not saltine water drops,
but rivulets of blood.

Should daylight eventually come,
everyone would be able to see
the bitter tears I'm crying
without a chance of hiding.

And what of the blood in my veins?
That, of course, is replaced
by the clear, clean water of tears,
salty, stinging, and invisible.

Should my skin be

What a Shame"Love is out there somewhere for you. It will come in due time."

"Yes, I know," I respond with a frown and a roll of my eyes.

"No, you don't," the voice replies, an edge to its sound that was hidden well before. I flinch, although I am too used to that edge by now.

"Yes, I do. I've heard it all before. 'Love is out there waiting,' and 'There are plenty of fish in the sea.' I know, okay? I know, but that doesn't mean I care."

I hear the long-suffering sigh that I've become so accustomed to, and before the sigh turns into another speech, I speak again:

"I'm impatient and I'm impulsive. I want him. He's all I'll ever want," I say, though I

How to Save a Life"It's time for me to go now."

As if answering the girl's solemnly spoken words, the summer wind blew across the empty roof in an almost excited fashion. It blew her nightgown against her legs as she turned to face it. The night was lit brightly by the shining buildings and streetlights, but all of them seemed dim to her.

"Why?" an angry voice cried out behind her, and even though she knew he was going to react this way, she couldn't help but flinch.

"You know why," she replied, her tone eerily calm. It was at that moment that she felt a hand grip her bare arm roughly. She began to wonder whether he knew how much he hurt her, if he knew tha

CrowsNothing's changed, we're still alone and while
crows fly high, we stand our ground.
The sky is black and the door is open,
but can we choose to make it through?

Save your strength for now,
we'll be fine, my love, just wait
And I know that's what you hate,

But soon we'll be inside,
the room is lit and we won't say goodbye
to this life we've made.

Pull together, don't be scared
Though the night is dark as the wind grows strong
The bond we have is all we'll need to
fly away from this wretched place.

Spread your wings for now,
imagine the skies
and so, soon we will rise.

In a world where humans race,
all power-hungry and selfish,
we have mad

Worth A Thousand Words“Daddy, can you teach me how to draw?”

The five year old girl cautiously entered the dimly lit room, eyes wandering curiously at her surroundings. It wasn't often she was allowed to stand in this room, and so she wanted to savor the rare moment.

The man sitting inside the study sighed audibly. Pencils were scattered across his desk, his paper coated in various amounts of graphite.

“I'm busy right now,” the man said tiredly, “and I need to have this done for a client by tomorrow. Go play.”

The girl replied defiantly, “But Daddy, I want to learn how to draw just like you! Someday, I'll be a famous a

Puzzle PiecesI don't want to be
a puzzle piece
that just fits right inside.

I don't want to be
a difficult piece
you make fit by pounding on.

What I want to be
is that one piece
that everyone misplaces.

That lone piece that's lost
under the couch
or between the cushions.

That strange piece that
everyone hates when lost,
but adores when found.

That simple piece that
everyone wants
and everyone searches for.

That perfect piece that,
when found,
completes the puzzle perfectly.

That independent piece that
can easily fit,
but doesn't want or need to.

That free piece that
will appear to you
only when it's fully ready.

That one piece that
will change ev

Promises, PromisesYou said you would come,
so why aren't you here?
You walked out of my life,
you disappeared.

I have so much to tell you
since I saw you last.
Don't you want to hear
all about my new class?

How I'm making new friends,
how I'm learning new things?
How everyone jumps up
when the dismissal bell rings?

I'm waiting here still,
staring out the window
of the room where we once sat
and spent the day watching videos.

My Sesame Street doll
sits at my side.
It's the one you gave me,
once upon a time.

My old blue blanket
sits around my shoulders
as I remember us playing,
until we got older.

The sun has long set
upon the great times
of sledding and

SpentThere's something that I want to say.
I've been trying to for days,
but I just can't figure out how,
so I guess I'll just start talking now.

You know well that I worry a lot;
I'm in a panic, more often than not.
But this is something especially bad,
this is about what we once had.

Do you recall what happened to us?
I just remember how we were both crushed,
but didn't want to say anything,
for fear of the words the other would bring.

I need to know if it's true, what you said.
Would you really want to see me dead?
You might've been able to, had he not come;
the one who saved me when I was numb.

I just want to know what you think of me,
wha

EmbersFlames dance on a wooden stage
So bright, so energetic
Sparks drift upward
Making the smoke glow
I place the tip of my stick
in the ember fernice
It ignites instantly
I pull it near my face
so I could watch the flame
Then I shove it into the ashes
And watch the smoke spiral upward
I love bonfires.

Falling OutDistract yourself like waning glances,
Now you're falling out

Control yourself with invisible chains,
What is it about?

Force yourself to pay it back,
Ever-present doubt

Distract yourself, distract yourself,
and good, you're falling out.

Dead and gone with no warning,
you wait for the morning
that you're sure will never come.

And you couldn't care any less,
but you wouldn't confess
to the broken heart that you possess.

Still yourself with nothingness,
now you've peace of mind.

Ask yourself what it's about,
the subject, you can't find.

Peruse yourself for answers
you want only when you lie.

Still yourself, just still yourself,
nothin

200 Plastic StrawsTwo-hundred plastic straws
are scattered on my floor.
They haven't moved an inch
from where I dropped them there before.

A multi-colored frenzy
is dancing on my tiles.
Ghosts long past
come flying back
to stay there for a while.

The straws slipped through my fingers
and so, they all tapped down
like the movement of a second hand,
eternity, an hour.

They fell away, as does the past,
so pick up every piece.
Throw it away or use it well,
or its dance will never cease.

Two hundred plastic straws,
or at least, that's how it was.
Now a hundred ninety-nine lay there,
a pink one in my glass.

Blanket of whiteCover me softly
blanket of white
hide me from above
so they will not see
what the world
has done to me

so they can ignore
their fault in this
let them look away
afraid for what is
underneath my blanket
of untouched white

let them wonder
what they have done
to the thing
now covered
under a blanket
oh so very white

Writer's BlockI literally have nothing.

What?

Nothing to write about.

You just have Writer's Block.

What the hell is 'Writer's Block'?

How do you not know what Writer's Block is? I thought you were a writer.

Some writer. What is it, exactly?

It's when you can't get inspired; everything you write seems like crap by the second sentence. You can't think of any ideas for something to write, and end up staring with frustration at a blank page and a blinking cursor.

Sounds accurate.

Oh, and that's not all! If it goes on for too long, you fall into a slight depression and lose your will to write. Until you can find inspiration, it gnaws and destroys your

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SmileI gripped the crisp paper tightly in my shaking hands. My family next to me sat silently, shocked, eyes open wide and mouths open wider.

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Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2013 ~SourAir

Because I didn't like how the first one came out, I'm writing about this yet again. Sorry.

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~Kurosaki224 Apr 7, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

So sweet, and stunningly beautiful

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~SourAir Apr 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much~

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~Kurosaki224 Apr 7, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

You're very welcome

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~ManiacalCupcakeXD Apr 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This is just a wonderful poem!

I've been wanting to begin writing poems but I doubt I can make something as good as this! ^^

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~SourAir Apr 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, thank you!

And you should definitely try, I'm sure they'd be great!

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~ManiacalCupcakeXD Apr 7, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

No problem and thank you

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*cebinc Apr 4, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

It's wonderful!!! I love it and it says so much!

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~SourAir Apr 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks so much! I'm really glad you liked it!

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You're very welcome

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~WalkinginDreamlight Mar 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

WOW! - I don't know what to say; the emotive feeling of the piece was captured perfectly, and I could see the two characters of the poem as the crane was presented and accepted.

I love poems with very strong imagery, and your poem is certainly that.

A splendid achievement, and thank you very much for sharing.

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