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Just Open Your HeartImpatient thoughts and a depressive heart
God told me to throw them away, but I kept them in my chest
They're leaving my heart, but they're staying in my head
People filling me with hate, people making my eyes shed
I'm letting myself get influenced, in a psychological way
I felt He was calling me, He knew how to make it go away
So I sat in my room, took a deep breath and prayed with all my faith

As soon as I opened my heart, god quickly filled me with love
He filled me with patience, relieved me from my sorrowful thoughts
As long as I don't doubt, I will never be corrupt
And forever in my heart, happiness will be sprout

ClownYou became a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
Jumping from here to there
Smiling until your tears make you drown

And you get flashback of the past
That cold November night
When the winds shattered your hopes
It was forbidden to dream of light

You can't help it
You bleed your tears away
The owner of your soul is wanted
Your ship is so far from this bay

You've got nine lives
But you're left with one
Who will take it?
Its killer is unknown

You're a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
When you cry,
You never leave a sound

LimelightLimelight.

Why do we go for the things we're not supposed to?

             Why are we attracted to things our parents are opposed too?

                       Why can't we control the things we are unknowingly exposed too?

                              How come despite our best efforts, we can be fully composed to

My writing lifeI'll take my pen or pencil out
And try not to have a strong dreadful bout
And prepare my calm mind
To express everything I recognize

In my task lighted room
Or ambient lighted cottage
Reflecting on my days
About when I was in pain
Or the days when I felt appreciation

I try to get detached from people
So I can focus with my equal
Because what I write is my soul,
What I write is myself

There's no one or nothing else
Is my emotions written well
That's why some will be moody and sad
And others will be lovely and glad.

Where I'm FromWhere I'm From

I am from piggyback rides
And the fluffy stuffed animals that covered my bedroom floor.
I am from the messy sandcastles and slippery slides at Mason Park, Where I jumped from rock to rock.
I'm from that distasteful lake odor,
Where I tossed small pieces of bread into the water for the birds to eat.
I'm from the young, soft tabby cat
That once sat in my warm lap.

I am from the artistic hands,
That were passed down to me from my Great Grandpa Frank.
I'm from the completed books that I tossed in my opposite direction.
I am from the woody, aging trees
Whose branches I used to hang on.

I'm from the screaming,
The horri

Why.. Seriously why live?Why live, when you are going to leave no marks behind it?
A friend of mine has once said that if you are not remembered after you pass away, you never existed.
This is very true. Out of all the population that have lived today, not even a percentage of it are remembered or recorded in papers.
Most of us, therefore, are forgotten.
Our population today is 5% of the total population that have lived until this date.
How many of us will be remembered by our future children and future generations?
And if remembered, what will be remembered by those people?
Our names? Our belongings such as wealth and properties?
I want to say that some of us are trapped in the dilemma of thinking about this bothering question: why live.
But I want to tell many of you that we are here to do great things.
Not many of us believe in God/s or other things. But remember that you are here, breathing and doing what your brain and instinct tells you to do. You live because there is a reason. T

The novel of liveLife is like a novel. In the being
it speaks of promise, but as you read
on it starts to lie. In the middle it starts
to turn and it gets smarter knowing your not
going to fall for the same tricks twice so it
changes, and soon the novel has won and your dead.

I got a tatooI got a tattoo. It says I love you.
And when you lift me I didn't know
what to do. My heart was broken my
chest was open. Every day I wake I
was thinking of you. Every night I
looked at this tattoo, and it remember
me of you. My heart slowly healing, but
still falling for you.

Can't Help ItI can't help it.

I can't help melting into your eyes,
Can't help laughing at your stupid jokes,
Or smiling when you smile at me.

I hate it.
I can't control it.
I can't stop it
I can't hasten it.
I can't help it.
I can't help falling in love with you.

The way you make me turn red.
Or make me realize what a hopeless dream this is,
And how small my chance with you is.
But I can't help it.

And some days I wonder,
Do you think about me this way?
Do you spend each day hoping fervently that I'll love you?
Do you wonder what will happen to "us"?
Or is it just me?

I hate it.
I can't control it.
I can't stop it.
I can't hasten it

Race Among Race'sRace Among Race's

Racism will always be a complex and hazardous topic.

It is something that is deeply implanted within our logic.

It may be expressed in the form of a humorous joke.

Or may be intentionally announced in order to provoke.

Because they know that it is guaranteed to get a reaction.

And we impulsively give them that much needed satisfaction.

Somehow we feel the need to defend our specified skin colour.

We fight fire with fire to defend our heritage with misguided honour.

That's why racism can never be vanquished or become extinct.

It is how the world works and even if we don't say it, we will always think

How the colour

Not just yetThough it seems impossible
And so very far away,
I will not give up on my dream
No matter what you say.
I may not be the best,
Not even number one.
But I shall keep on trudging on
Until I see the sun.
You shall never stop me now
For I am standing firm and strong.
I will fight and fight this battle
Until I've finally won.
You can throw your stones and bricks.
I shall not be affected.
I know that I will reach my goals!
I will do the unexpected.
The road is rough with many thorns
But I of steady heart,
Will carry on through thick and thin.
I will not fall apart.
So listen close and watch so still until the day has come.
I will reach my dreams someday for sure!
I've only just begun.
~M.E.B~
03-17-13

ConfectionsSentiments and caramel mints
love is sweet
this is what you really meant

when you sighed
the world goes round
when you breathe
I won't make a sound

Oh, you're the one
Oh, you know you're the one

Cherry lips, blossom lips
Let me see you swing your hips
stay with me
We can take a little trip

Things so sweet
We can taste a bubblegum rain
And whisper softly through the pain

Oh, you're the one
Oh, you know you're the one

cherry lips, xylophone ribs
let me feel you shake your hips
play with me
We can take a little trip

Words so sweet
taste the strawberry rain
Our hearts were made to endure pain

Oh, you're the one
Yes, you know you're the on

The Oppression of PrideSome think that love is the downfall of man,
others think that hate is the essence of sin.
But what about the very concept of pride
that feeds the ego dwelling inside?
I've had my share of seeing such pride
and how it destroys the light in one's eyes.
What once was beautiful turned out to be
the characteristics of deep vanity.
Don't they know, it's the humble soul
that truly surpasses any other jewel?
And if one should think that they are better,
it just ruins their appearance altogether.
So don't let pride consume your heart
and tear your radiant spirit apart.
For if you deny what's real and true,
pride will make a ba

Inspirational loveI have nothing to write about
I'm all written out
No emotions left to feel
No goal to fulfill
There is just emptiness inside
Should I write about that?

My mind is wondering
My muse is asleep
Memories still lingering
And I want them to keep

But still, I'm lack of the words
Lack of ideas and decent thoughts
Emotions are frozen in the stillness
It's not right, it feels like an illness

My lovely ghost will you show up?
Will you give that feeling to write about?
Give me that sensation of being alive
Just a moment to see you in front of my eyes

I'll be waiting for my ghost to come back
My muse, my inspiration, everything I lack

Forever MoreIt's said true friendship is strong
A tree hundreds of years old
yet I saw a withered leaf falling
And the green begins to fade

Look beyond the withered leaf
See past the fading green
Look down into the soil
Where strong roots do grow.

I can hear dry branches cracking
And all the oncoming storms
Black clouds darkening the sky
Are we strong enough to prevail?

Though the branches may crack
As the winds bend them back
Look beyond the darkening clouds
The rays of the sun can be found.

I don't want to lose what we had.
I don't want to see it die.
But the wind takes the leaves away.
A barren skeleton is what is left.

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I Believe In You

by ~MegtheMagnificent, Aug 14, 2012, 11:27:23 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

Looking at your past, I know I'm in for a ride.
If it ever reoccurs, know I'll be here by your side.

I'll stick by you when you think you've lost it all.
I'll be here for you to catch you if you fall.

I'll try to help you in any possible way I can.
If you'll just let me in, let me be part of the plan.

I want the best for you, for everything to be okay.
I don't want you to feel down at the end of the day.

Don't think that it's not possible for you to change.
It may happen slowly, but it's in your range.

You're not worthless or a lost cause in my eyes.
You're so much more, almost like a prize.

If something ever happens, I know we'll make it through.
Because what I'm really trying to say is, I believe in you.

I Believe In Youby ~MegtheMagnificent

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

Okay guys.. I need people to critique this. I know it doesn't sound very good, but that's what other people's opinions are for! To help other people out in order to make things sound a whole lot better. I don't care how brutally honest you are, just please try to offer some way of fixing some of the mistakes I know I made in this thing I call a poem. Any little suggestions on how to make this sound better will help and will be greatly appreciated!!
- For informational purposes on what's behind this poem, if you couldn't tell, I really like this guy, but he's got a bad past. Sometimes it repeats itself. I want to show this to him in hopes of making him feel better and try to move on with his past life, that he can get away from it because I believe he can move past what happened and get to a better place in life. He's working so hard on trying to make things better right now. I know this would really make him feel good about everything, if it actually sounded good! So help me out guys! Please? And thank you tons!

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~wtfisit123 Jan 11, 2013 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

I really loved this! I actually think I felt just how intense of a feeling you may have felt when you were inspired to right this. It is simple, but not in a dumb way, but in a graceful way that wouldn't distract this guy that you like. I don't see anything wrong with it, but I suppose that is only me. Looking through what someone else may think, I'd say the only possible problems would be its length, or that the message I know you're trying to get across in lines 9-12 might be misunderstood with its wording how it is.
I love how you organized it, and I wish you the best of luck

~MegtheMagnificent Jan 12, 2013

Thank you! In lines 9-12, I was talking about something that only he and I could understand. He knew what I was talking about. As for the length, usually when I get to writing, I only have a small portion of what I know sounds really good, but I can't just put that and be finished.. It needed more. Not sure if it helped or not, but I wasn't sure how to write the parts toward the end. >.<

*Joojie99 Aug 19, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

I really like it, I think it sounds great!

~MegtheMagnificent Aug 19, 2012

Thank you for this and the favorite!!

*Joojie99 Aug 20, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

My pleasure

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