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I'm Fine"Are you okay?"
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."

Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:

I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.

I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.

Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -

One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.

Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.

Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.

An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;

Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013

Avoid Drama"Avoid Drama"

How dare you spread such rumors
How dare you say such lies
How can I be pregnant?
I'm not a girl; I'm a guy!

Why would you think that?
Why would you fib
About people you don't know
Or things you never did?

He broke up with her
She cheated on him
Please don't get me involved
I don't know where to begin

So what if you never
Got asked out to the prom?
It only lasts one night
Then life will carry on

Every week there's someone
Fighting with a friend
Who hates who this week?
Please let this drama end

Because I'll never understand
Why people have to judge
Adding insult to injury
To hearts that never budge

What

MessEverywhere I go
Every single place
The troubles seem to grow
Every smiling face
Eventually frowns with woe

Why can't I do
Anything right
I just screw
Up everything despite
The happiness I try to spew

Is it me
Am I the source of this ache
Does the pain flow free
Is this what I make
People be?

Should I go away and hide
Never to see others
Or the outside
But would I stop another's
Pain and be the only one that ever cried

What is a life with no grey
When everyone is sad
I'd give it all away
It wouldn't be that bad
I would finally be able to say

I saved a life

Love Is...Love is staring into your eyes
After our first kiss.
The emotion in your voice
When you tell me you love me.

Love is letting you hold me,
Feeling the rapid pounding of your heart.
Reminding me that we're both alive,
And never wanting to let you let me go.

Love is a short lived dream;
Unforgettable and haunting.
You don't know it's over
Until after it comes crashing down.

Love is watching you walk away,
Wanting to beg you not to go;
But not being able to breathe,
Collapsing on the ground after you diseappear

Love is killing the dreamer inside,
That says it will be ok.
Giving up hope on life and love,
After you gave up on me.

Love is screa

Dancing On the CloudsDancing on the clouds
I’ve always yearned to try
Leave my world behind
Seek sanctuary in the sky

To be one with the birds,
Forever free to roam
To move like the wind,
Have but the heavens for my home

To embrace the moon,
Oh, what I wouldn’t give
Amid the flaming stars,
That is where I long to live

How can you catch a cloud?
In spite of your beseech,
The dreams you dream the most
Are the ones farthest from your reach

TogetherWhen I'm with you it looks like
things are getting better.
But when I look outside
black clouds are raining fire.

When I look in your eyes
this world just slips away.
And all the nights' wars and famines
can't touch me in my Utopian day.

Hold me in your warm embrace,
I've found a place to hide.
Let's just be our own world,
and never look outside.

Let us be together
when it seems that we will die.
Let's hold each others' hands
while the clouds are raining fire.

You Can Be A Poet“You Can Be A Poet”

I guarantee everyone is a poet
But I am willing to bet not many know it
Forming a poem is a simple task
Just string words on paper that seem to mask
Your hidden feelings on a certain subject
Or how you wish this world could be perfect

Not all poems have to be deep in meaning
And indeed even the simplest poems can be quite deceiving
This poem for example exists
Without any misdirection or twists
The focus of this poem is to provide
A helpful little guide
On how to write the absolute best
And bring out the skills everyone does possess

Poems work to magnificent avail
If one decides to retell a tale
Poems allow

The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:

We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.

But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.

I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.

And that's all it

Are You Like Me?Are you like me?
Battle stained and bloody scars
Are you like me?
Empty head and lonely heart

InertiaSometimes, I feel so very sorry for
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.

Hell Doesn't Even KnowI want to cry so much...
Why?

Maybe I'm happy,
Maybe I'm sad.

I feel so alone,
Yet I've been with people all day.
I feel so unloved,
Yet I know I have people who love me.

I can't talk about these feelings.
I can't open up when the door is locked.
And the key is lost.

I want to inspire,
But I just recieve empathy.
I want to die,
But I keep on breathing.

I feel so confused, lost and all alone.
The feelings inside me are too strong for my body.

I don't want someone to understand.
I want someone to give me the answers to why I am like this.
And a solution to fix the massacre inside me...

Because I Forget     Some broken hearts
  Will love again,
  Some fractured minds
Watch sun-rise, and mend,
  Some happy dreams
Are cherished by friends,

Because you have love,
You will triumph again

Some broken

ArtistI am an artist;
I paint pictures just as you,
Vivid swirls of greys and hues
Of purples and reds,
And greens and blues.

Sometimes its dark,
Sometimes its light,
Sometimes I fear-
Something not right.

With my brush I dot and dash-
Swish across to add a slash,
Spill some here,
Throw some there.
Once I'm done its everywhere.

I see the Greats,
And wonder if
This kind of brush
Is far too stiff;
For it doesn't bend,
And hardly sways,
I'm left to wonder,
Artistic ways.

Words HurtWords Hurt

Hit me one more time
Hit me again
Push me around
On the floor
Down the stairs
It hurts less than your words
So kick me
Bruise my skin
But don’t call me names
‘Worthless, ugly’
It causes too much pain
I love you I really do
I’ll take the abuse
And be your punch bag
But please keep your words
My head can’t take it
My mind won’t survive
The truth....
It destroys me.

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I'm So Tired

by ~blue-raindrop, Jan 26, 2013, 2:26:52 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I'm so tired of crying,
I'm so tired of loving,
I'm so tired of dying
inside my soul each day.

I'm so tired of hoping,
I'm so tired of dreaming,
I'm so tired of imagining.
It will never be real anyway.

I'm so tired of falling,
I'm so tired of failing,
I'm so tired of walking
when love is so far away.

I'm so tired of wishing,
I'm so tired of searching,
I'm so tired of remembering
those beautiful things you used to say.

I'm so tired of bleeding,
I'm so tired of yearning,
I'm so tired of living
in a world that's grey.

But most of all I'm tired,
of being the person I am,
I'm tired of my mistakes,
I'm tired of my broken heart.

I'm just so tired of being me.

I'm So Tiredby ~blue-raindrop

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I had my heart broken again...but this time it was my fault.

love 2 2

joy 1 1

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

sad 5 5

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~CandyHeartSweetness Feb 26, 2013 Student General Artist

I'm tired of being a fake.

~blue-raindrop Feb 26, 2013

I know how that feels....I often find myself doing things I don't really want to just to be near a certain someone or acting different to make others like me...I'm trying really hard to just be me.

~CandyHeartSweetness Feb 27, 2013 Student General Artist

I do the same things. You know, there's a whole community of people who claim to be alone, when we all have a lot of the same problems. It's nice to know that there's someone out there going through something similar to me. Thanks I needed that.

~blue-raindrop Feb 27, 2013

You're welcome C:

~Ze-Awesome-Prussian Feb 24, 2013 Student General Artist

I really like this poem

~blue-raindrop Feb 24, 2013

Thank you

~Ze-Awesome-Prussian Feb 24, 2013 Student General Artist

you're welcome

~Tintinytdj Feb 23, 2013

You're blaming yourself for blaming yourself for doing stuff you do,
and yet you show no incentive to move on/improve.
I don't see acceptance either, just weak passive aggressiveness.

What's the point of this? I'm almost interested.

~blue-raindrop Feb 24, 2013

Actually I write poetry about things I'm going through simply so I can move on. It helps to just get out all the dark things so that tomorrow can be a brighter day. I write to vent.

I wrote this a while ago, and I am nearly over that rough patch in my life,and yes at that point I was weak. However, I feel better now.

~Blue-Water-Goddess Feb 12, 2013

Come here sis... you need a sisterly hug!!! *Must learn how to put the hug icon on...*

I feel like this to... everyday... very old broken heart I have, but the way to bandge it up is by haning out with loyal friends... they always know how to make you laugh...

If ... your happy and you know it do the jig!!!
*jigs*
If your happy and you know it do the jig
*jigs*

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