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Is it?Is this the world you want
Where all is colored gray
Where none dares be different
And we all do as others say

Is this the world you want
Where the people are just gray
Where honest individuality
Never sees the light of day

Is this the world you want
Where humanity is gray
Everyone conforming
No bi or trans or gay

Is this the world you want
Where you must do as others say
Because if you let the haters hate
All the world will soon be gray

Shyi. You say that there's nothing to see, no story behind your walls of whitewash. You tell me everything without saying anything, because we never speak.

ii. You never stop running, and your floor will never be my ceiling. Anyway, you'd never fall through. (They say I'm a little too good at this. I mean, I'm terrible at letting go. Maybe it's best I'll never catch you.) It's such a shame, seeing as I've been practicing.

iii. This is simple, unadulterated observation. I watch, you move. My gaze is objective; you're a work of art. (Or is it piece of work?)

iv. They say you're scarred but you hardly seem the broken type. They say you'd let me

and I still keep running into parked carsMama,
your baby girl's swimming
in dead of the night
hair, scarred knees,
overgrown weeds, and
countless pairs
of shoes-
with those
orange and yellow wheels
that hug my toes
and heels

I'm running into
parked cars
trying to get
my kite to fly
and hiding under
dashboards
listening to you
fight

I'm rummaging through
boxes of secrets
that Daddy tried
to hide-
solving puzzles with pieces
I'll never uncover
in these thoughts
of you

What they never teach you about grief1.

You will not cry demurely in socially acceptable situations.
Instead you shall perform the walking
howl;
and cry hysterically, calm down, and cry, and calm
as you try to gather yourself on the way to the station.

2.

You will be late for work - you will see the dress you wore
last time you saw your lost one -
and you will hold it and breathe into it as if maybe just maybe
you will smell them or feel them or it will change things
and then find you cannot hold it together while wearing it,
change, and miss your train.

3.

You will find this happens over and over and you buy new things
so that they are not 'oh I wore this with

I Wanna Say Sorry...Most of the time,
it's you that says
"I'm sorry," and me
that says,
"It's okay,"

Sometimes, I'm so close
to switching those
roles around.

But I don't.

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Once in a while
(a lot of the time)
I say something I don't
mean to,
Or I say something wrong,
Or I bring something up...
that I shouldn't,

And I wanna say sorry...

But I don't.

===

Once in a while
(quite a bit)
I hear you wrong,
Or I don't hear you at
all,
Or I speak too softly,
and you hear wrong,

And I wanna say sorry...

But I don't.

I don't know why I don't,
But I don't...

And I wanna say sorry...

I Hate That You Love MeI'm sorry I'm always a mess, I confess
as if the marks littered on my skin
are easily explained away with a too-quick smile
that I know you would see right through.

You'd tell me not to waste my words,
that apologizing for my actions isn't important,
that you'll never leave or give up on me,
and I know there is love in your letters,
leaking between the Times New Roman type
but I close my eyes to shut it out –
my skin doesn't deserve your arms
as they wrap around cold shoulders,
and I can't find a single way it's worth
our whisper-toned talks late at night
when our eyes have long-turned tired.

I can't seem to shut myself

Nicht Ohne Sie....I don't know how to start this...

Just knowing that you're leaving casts my heart into darker shadows
Love has always been, for me, an uphill struggle and losing battles
It's like a book without an ending, you took my heart out of it's cage
And I don't want to put it back cause I don't want to turn this page...

If I could find me a miracle that could write us another chapter
I wouldn't hesitate a second cause I want this forever after
But life isn't a happy ending, there's not always light after dark
The only thing that breaks the silence is the sound of my breaking heart

This life will never be the same, without you here beside m

Savior.I have this darkness deep inside me,
It's what influenced this writing.
I can't control it, I can't fight it,
Barely know it, and can't hide it.

I'm just a mess with no ambition;
So much less than I envisioned.
How much more can I endure?
I don't know, I'm not too sure...

I'm not myself when I'm alone,
And yet I find I'm on my own.
I'm like a lock without a key,
There is no perfect fit for me!...

You're not alone.
Don't think like that.
Pick your head up.
I believe in you.
You can do it.
I love you...

Are you here to prove me wrong?
To make me see the brighter dawn?
With this darker side, this part of me,
How can you love

You betrayed everything that meant anything to me.Cold dark metal wrapped around her finger,
choking the beat out of her heart.
The remains of broken promises ,
A reminder of all the lies she devoured.
So naive she had been, so trusting.
Even after unearthing lie after lie,
She attempted to live in ignorant bliss.
Now all she has is the cold dark metal around her finger.
It makes her reminisce of futures they once envisaged,
Of a family she lost before it was made,
Of a home broken before it was even built.
All she has are crushed dreams you have left her with,
the memories you have perforated,
and the scars within.

The Vanished EmotionsI hear the rain coming down
Rain is suppose to bring about new beginnings
But all I feel inside is empty
You took away everything that I was
Everything I was going to be
You destroyed who I was
So that when you left
I wouldn't be able to repair
You made sure I wouldn't last without
Knew that one day I'll come crawling back to you
But I will never do that
I would rather burn in hell
Than ever show weakness
To a guy who
Takes away everything a girl is
To have what he wants

More Than a YearMore Than a Year
28-11-11

It's been more than a year
since I last saw you;
your picture sits on my shelf
coated in cobwebs - but
I cannot bear to look,
cannot bear to see what I lost.

Your heartbeat is stuck in my mind
like a thorn in a shoe - poking
through at inconvenient times.
I remember the little pulsing bean,
and the thought that this was my little bean
who was going to grow into a fine
human-bean.

It was not to be.

Singed into my memory is the day
your little pulse flickered off - the
day that you died;
the last day I saw your picture.

I miss you - you
were the spark that ignited my love
and burned my relastionsh

My ImmortalI wish you could hear me
Say "I love you"
Say "I miss you"
Say all the things I wanted to.

Before you left.

The distance that separates us
Is greater than us both
The string of fate that keeps us connected
Is stronger than our oath

Can you remember it?

The oath we made that day
Will eventually fade
When it finally fades
Will our love fade as well?

Along with my purpose and memories.

Our love keeps us earth bound
Soon we will soar to the heavens
What if the heavens don't welcome us?
Then we shall return to hell.

The place we despise, Our home.

From here on out
I will venture to find you
Until the day our love finally fade

Secrets Of Lasting LoveI am the deadly secret you keep from your wife,
The downside of relief, the existence of life,
We started without language, without words spoken,
A window of clarity, to build, to become broken,
From a microscopic sight we grew, we did age,
Then a physical embrace became minimum wage,
I grew our connection through silence and time,
Your children grew without understanding the unseen crime,
Your wife would undress and look at you,
Parts of your body you hid, evidence of what were going through,
If she became to close, you stand, you move,
Inclinations became questions, something to prove,
I 've had offspring, the strings of your bo

boughSummer breaks with rain,

breaks with the bones of the boy next door,
falling from the tree
I used to climb
with the girl who lived there before him.

     [then, - then, it was easy to reach that low branch,

      then we had woven together the leaves,
      hoping - always hoping - a sparrow,
                               maybe a wren
      would make her home there, but they never did.]

---

I'm still staring at the broken branch,
just visible from the second storey bathroom window,
      when you come home.

  "You're the colour of the sky."

  I check.
  It's cloudy.

At three a.m., it's still cloudy, but behind that -
behind the gau

a story of preservationi wrote
& wrote your face

till the smallest
inkblots
became
the greatness
you once
were

i wrote
& wrote your face
with my
leaking fountain
pen

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better off for experiencing
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where they belong

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i hope to see youby `YouInventedMe

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a collaboration with the always sensational ~mr-boonshine.

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i hope to see you is an unusual collage and visual poetry collaboration by ~mr-boonshine and `YouInventedMe. ( Suggested by =sunshinegypsy and Featured by $wreckling )

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=VertigoArt May 30, 2012

May I add this to a group I run? I am looking for superior art and I believe this may fit my criteria. It is a new group, but if you are hesitant come on over and read a bit. #RecognizeSuperiority

Thank you

w (form letter)

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`YouInventedMe Jun 2, 2012 Writer

you may.

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~fortymudshanks May 6, 2012

This is just super.

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`YouInventedMe Jun 4, 2012 Writer

thank you! and what a surprise to see you here again.

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~fortymudshanks Jun 17, 2012

You're welcome! And yes, it is for me too.

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~myfallfromgrace Apr 17, 2012

lovely. you guys should submit to print.

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`YouInventedMe Apr 17, 2012 Writer

thanks

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~verticalness Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

this is the most clever and powerful and well-executed collaboration I've seen in awhile, beautiful work!

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`YouInventedMe Apr 12, 2012 Writer

one thousand thank yous!

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~ink-in-the-doorway Mar 6, 2012

sensitively done, pleasure to put my eyes all over it

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