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Oops, thought I posted this one already..turns out I didnt::

 

Said goodbye

Said goodbye to all the things I believed were true

Until it looked me right in the eye I thought life was you

Put a dot after everything I say cause Its already said

No need to rewind and tell you all over again

Shouldve listened the first time when I told you my tale

Shouldve opened your eyes and not walk away

Said goodbye to the failure cause the failure is past

To us and our story, cause its not supposed to last

My heart draws pictures I try to erase

Held together by chains Ive been trying to break

Every moment is a new chance to live and in return

All the moment wants is to see what I have learned

But its hard for me to say Ive learned anything at all

Cause Im still hollow, hiding behind a wall

Said goodbye to the same old story

And change direction to something new

Goodbye to not taking chances cause theres possibility to fail

Goodbye to shutting down, just because its safe

Goodbye to something that shouldnt have been me at all

Hello to all thats real, to the world outside my walls

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Great stuff Mel I really like this bit from your first one

 

Green eyes watching over a blue sea

Next to a pink facade screaming silently

Clouds are all I need cause they take me away

To a place where color teaches me about yesterday

 

Yes thats good.

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I worte another story. If anyone is interested in reading, please leave your email address or email me and I'll send it over.

 

Teaser:

 

Ryan had never considered himself an artist. Guitar player? Of course he was that. Song writer? That, too. Musician? Even that. But not an artist. Was it art when the emotions expressed in your songs were not always emotions you felt? Was it art when your melodies were constructed with target audiences in mind? Was it art when you would scrap everything you’d done so far and start from scratch if it meant a shot at big bucks and a bigger name? Ryan did not consider himself an artist.

 

Ryan would not say that he was starving. True there was rent and utilities to pay, and groceries to buy, but he had a day job—or rather an afternoon and night job—so it all got taken care of. True he was living paycheck to paycheck, and towards the end of the month it was always a little hard, but he managed. Splitting the bills with his roommate Benjamin helped, too.

 

Now Benjamin, there was a starving artist. He was an artist in the typical sense—a painter—but he was atypically talented. His eye for detail was unrivaled, and his motor control was dead on so that everything his sight picked up could be translated perfectly onto paper or canvas. Portraits, landscapes, still lifes, all were flawless, but as was the case for most young artists, particularly those still living, he was unrecognized by the artistic community.

 

It could be argued that Benjamin was starving. He had a job outside of art, but it didn’t pay much, and unlike Ryan who spent three hundred dollars on a guitar once and needed little else for songwriting, there were supplies for Benjamin to buy and like Van Gogh before him, he was often faced with the decision between buying food and buying paint. Unlike Van Gogh, however, Benjamin at least had someone to stop him from eating the paint; Benjamin didn’t need brain damage to be an artistic genius—he already was one. And he usually didn’t need to eat paint as Ryan always spotted him for food when he could. “You can pay me back when you make it,” Ryan would say. “Or if I make it, we can just forget it.” But right now it didn’t look like either of them would make it any time soon.

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My Bleeding Heart

 

 

I'm all alone

with noone to catch me as I fall

and I'm falling so fast

I'll hit the ground before I get another chance

to take another breath

 

And then it ends

the concrete, cold against my skin

and I'm still breathing

my broken heart still beating within my chest

my bleeding heart

 

 

When will it end

how do I make my heart stop

the thoughts inside my head

 

Will it ever stop

my wrists are slowly bleeding

the hatred within myself

 

 

It starts again

and suddenly I can't cope with it all

the anger and frustration inside

towards this person I fear and hate so much

this person I am

 

So I hide away

from the world i've never known

I never really lived

and although I'm still alive on the outside

inside my heart keeps bleeding

 

 

 

 

(Thanx go to ma mate Nat who helped wiv the title!!! an for any1 who posted in here an inspired me!!)

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My Bleeding Heart

 

 

I'm all alone

with noone to catch me as I fall

and I'm falling so fast

I'll hit the ground before I get another chance

to take another breath

 

And then it ends

the concrete' date=' cold against my skin

and I'm still breathing

my broken heart still beating within my chest

my bleeding heart

 

 

When will it end

how do I make my heart stop

the thoughts inside my head

 

Will it ever stop

my wrists are slowly bleeding

the hatred within myself

 

 

It starts again

and suddenly I can't cope with it all

the anger and frustration inside

towards this person I fear and hate so much

this person I am

 

So I hide away

from the world i've never known

I never really lived

and although I'm still alive on the outside

inside my heart keeps bleeding

 

 

 

 

(Thanx go to ma mate Nat who helped wiv the title!!! an for any1 who posted in here an inspired me!!)[/quote']

 

Loves it <3 Keep writing! Youre doing an awesome job!

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Not really a poem. Just the way I feel at this moment. Free verse away!

 

It seems that everything I want

Goes down and down and down and down

Every day the way I feel

Goes down and down and down and down

All my plans and all my goals

Go down and down and down and down

My friendships and all my love

Go down and down and down and down

Down and down and down and down

Down and down and down and down

All that I can do now is

Go down and down and down and down

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I am Jack's Empty Bottle of Daniels

 

Do these empty bottles mean I had a night full of fun?

I can’t remember that far back I have no idea what I done.

I’m struggling to open my eyes and I’m waking up with an aching head.

Trying to piece the puzzle of last night and everything I did and said.

 

Just think back…

 

Oh I think I remember something now, of what happened back then.

I got so drunk and said so many hurtful things to you again.

I guess that explains why my shirt’s still wet from the drink that you threw at me

And there’s now nothing left for me now, except to collect all the mess and debris,

 

Of us…

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To my favourite scar

 

Im frozen inside but it doesnt stop my heart from beating

Its dangerous inside but it doesn’t stop me from feeling

I want to be with love cause it seems to be my cure

On my own Im far too lost to open a new door

 

Chances are, you walk away in the middle of this story

And Im left with lonely thoughts, feeling empty

This thing seems to be a reason for me to be found

The only one to stop this girl from falling down

 

*This is a twisted story by a twisted girl

Full of hope, in love with the world

Heres to a person who took my heart

To you right there, my favourite scar

 

I know youll read these lines and think Im crazy

Youll secretly smile but say you hate me

Youll ignore me for a minute or maybe two

Then start talking anyway cause silence doesn’t fit you

 

Today someone told me to think with my head

But its hard cause this took over my mind

This cant mean anything, never will and never has

Ive become the girl in the corner with false hopes high

 

*

 

To my favourite scar, next to me in the corner

To the lies and the liars, to all unsure

To my precious heart breathing for life

To this world because Ill make it mine

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I am Jack's Empty Bottle of Daniels

 

Do these empty bottles mean I had a night full of fun?

I can’t remember that far back I have no idea what I done.

I’m struggling to open my eyes and I’m waking up with an aching head.

Trying to piece the puzzle of last night and everything I did and said.

 

Just think back…

 

Oh I think I remember something now' date=' of what happened back then.

I got so drunk and said so many hurtful things to you again.

I guess that explains why my shirt’s still wet from the drink that you threw at me

And there’s now nothing left for me now, except to collect all the mess and debris,

 

Of us…[/quote']

 

I love that!

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Silence... now there’s something to talk about

 

Quick! Quick! Think of something to say,

The girl of your dreams is slowly walking this way.

Should you start with a joke, or maybe a “hey....

...how are you doing on this damn fine day?”

 

Come on! let the words all flow out

But you’re overanalyzing and having your doubts

Just stop stalling, and just open your mouth.

And quickly find something to talk about.

 

[Chorus is terrible so far, but I’m open to suggestions]

As the silence grows longer, it gets more awkward.

She walks right past you, she keeps moving forward.

On a downward spiral you are descending

And you know that this won’t have a happy ending.

 

I'm not sure if I should bother having another verse or just repeat the first one again followed by the chorus, I just keep pushing myself in the corner with my use of cheesy rhyming couplets :D

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  • 3 weeks later...

^Just post it. lol You like writing, why do you care what anyone else thinks? Yeah - Its fun to hear people like your stuff..But it shouldnt matter.

 

Ok anyway heres some new stuff::

Whats a lie?

I felt something soft falling on my skin

It divided into pieces

Bits to my heart and bits to my soul

Pieces for every side of me

 

I read your letter you read me

Every bit and every piece

You broke the chains around my heart

Cant break yours even though I try so hard

 

*You and I are we a lie?

Im falling down and I know it

But I still try to fix this

Cause whats a lie?

You and I, are we real inside your mind?

 

My heart, every single bit, knows where this is going

How its gonna end, you and I forever wondering

Its what we want that we cant have

Distance kills this well too bad

 

The worlds still spinning, the worlds still round

But Im no longer stuck on the ground

Got on my feet because you did

Looking for an answer I know there is.

 

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What if

I dont know if I can

But I suppose I can try

Cause whats the point in living

If I dont feel alive

Dead and wasted

All the tears Ive tasted

They wont leave my mind alone

I lost myself on my way home

You're all Ive got to hold and make me smile

My ways are getting old and I cant call this life

Whats the point in talking if my words dont count

What if all they do is tear you down

Am I honest or simply mean

Is this you or whats supposed to be me

And what if the person that I am is someone I dont understand

I know what I want but they say I cant

Will I still be a good girl if I dont listen for just once

Will you let me take my time to tell you what Ive done

When you tell me you love me are you sure?

For all that Ive become do you know this girl?

What if all I need is right in front of me?

What if you are my reason and this reason is what I feel

Will you call me stupid for not getting it

Will you still smile and like me without getting twisted

What if all I have to say is "I dont care"

Run away from all thats safe would that be fair?

Think about me and forget about you

After all this life is mine and thats my only truth.

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I've dug myself in a hole too deep

Where the sun won't shine far enough to see

walls of mud remain cold

but I feel no breeze

and you all stand looking down on me

 

Rocks and roots and what once were seeds

give me shelter but they don't comfort me

Am I free or was I free?

If I tried to climb up a wall so weak

It would all come tumbling down on me

 

Voices outside cry

"Come outside and be alive"

I say "Sorry" but I've tried

but they keep calling me

 

 

remember when we were happy

with the sun and the moon

and all that fell in between

but now somethings holding me

and you're too busy to help

too busy watching me...

 

from the tiny opening

that's barely visible from here

at the top where I once was when I fell

when I reached for temporary help

but instead a shovel and a world

I can't conquer by myself

 

Voices outside cry

"Come outside and be alive"

I say "Sorry" but I've tried

but they keep calling me

 

hands of friends that I once held

let go to worry about themselves

they tried to wish me well...

 

hands of friends that I once held

let go to worry about themselves

they tried to wish me well...

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