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Crashing DownI tied a string around
your ankle
and tried to set you free
but you came crashing back down
in a million tiny pieces
coming back to me
and the more
I tried to fix you
the more you would
crumble.

I try my best to fix you
doubled the knot
around your ankle
and tried to let you go
again
as you began to fall
I pushed you back into the clouds

I tried to fly with you
support you through the storm
but the higher we get,
the more we risk
trying to reach paradise
a place that doesn't exist
beyond the brightest stars,
yet here we both are
crashing back down to
reality.

Fireflies.Firefly, oh firefly
when did you lose your glow?
Firefly, oh firefly
where did your happiness go?

I'm a firefly
whose light burnt out
long ago
Flying blindly,
no place
to call home.

Lost in darkness,
bitter cold
biting at my wings

Where am I going?
Falling down,
broken wings

c
r
a
s
h
i
n
g

Out of control.

Can you see me?I'm standing in front of you,
medicated, numb, dull to the touch.
Can you feel me,
I can't feel anything at all.

I'm a mess, broken up inside,
can you see me?
I can't see the truth,
this world is a blur.

I try my best to make it,
but I stumble and I fall,
pushed aside from the world,
wrapped up in a ball.

Can you see me?
Do you know how this feels?
Can you help cure me,
can you help me heal?

Drugged and dumb,
I'd do what it takes to be numb.
If you can see me,
can you help me?

I'm drowning on my own,
someone needs to help me out.
I scream and I cry,
I kick and I shout.

Does anybody know how I am feeling?
Do you have t

Broken Promise after Promise.The sober boulevard

of broken promises;

you still haunt me.

Kindnesses ForgottenTreasures given in light of the friendships I've lost,
A way of filling the gap made by difference.
The place for you in my heart is now covered in frost
And sealed by the growing distance.

And how can I hide my face from you?
You, who retains all other friends.
And now I am unsure if I really knew
Just what I wanted to come of the end.

And so I set aside my hate and extend a hand
But it will not be had by you or another.
I am the victim of a sinking ship, unmanned,
Who grieves over the loss of a brother.

God

Do you reember me?
I was always there, watching you.

I was there for your best moments in life,
I was their for the dreded worst.

I enjoyed watching you,
Especially when you were happy

So many times my shoulder was available for you to cry on,
yet you didn't seem to notice.

You cried alone, and that hurt me deeply.

My arms were always open but you never asked for hugs.

I was there to answer your questions but you never asked me.

You had forgotten me, but i could never forget you.

Do you remember when you were only a child,
You trusted me and loved me too.

Do you remember when you would pray to me and sought my advice and know

DarknessWhen I was young and naïve
Darkness I feared.
A dim nightlight my
Only solace. A childish
Fear soon transformed into
A spear and shield.
It became my Novocain
In the light, all I saw
Were the scars but once the
Sun sets and the moon rises
I feel alive, all burdens
Seem to lift, and I am
Cast adrift from a corrupt world.

Love and HateA trail of blood leading from the bed,
It stained the white sheets,
A body of a man lay,
Lifeless,
She was sure,
Her eyes were that of dead fish,
No emotion at all,
Bruises on her cheek and chest,
Remember how you beat me,
And said I was a worthless slut?
She whispered,
I gave you Love,
You gave me hate,
Love, hate such a fine line they say,
Love is something magical,
Hate is something twisted,
Twisted like the blade I put through your heart,
You said you were leaving,
You are,
You are leaving to hell.

Night or Day?Crimson snow,
She hunts a foe,
She searches around the dead of night,
What she finds she tries to fight,
When the sun does rise,
The wolf is in a restless slumber,
And the night loses its ties,
But she feels the thunder,
And soon the rain falls,
Her silent voice calls,
But who will hear?
Like the wolf there is no fear,
Its jaws close around her arm,
She ties to find her calm,
Just a few hours 'till the day,
Then comes the mask,
"I'm fine" she'll say.

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Watch the World ExplodeMost say the end is near
I will wait right here
want to see the end of the world
chaotic, painful
some will be hurt

front row tickets to the main show
sit here with me
we'll watch the world explode
it's the end
of everything we know

may as well just relax

here it comes,
and there it goes...

Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.

Evil, is knowing better

But purposely doing worse.

Toying with love by the tether

And laughing when it hurts.

Prevailing by any measure

With no intention to reimburse.

Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures

Gaining what you never truly deserved.

To live a life of complete leisure

And never keeping to your words.

Manipulating and applying pressure

Be

My Mind Will WinI'm close to the end.
The road gets blurrier here;
I wonder if it's the heat waves
of exhaustion.
The weather seems to change
so quickly,
so confused in its ways of
rainy or clear skies.
As I walk, I notice no trees
no rocks, no breeze.
The only sound is the occasional
rainfall on the tight dirt
beneath my bare feet...
I'm alone here.
Alone and feeling nothing.
No pain; not yet.
No happiness, sadness, or anger.
Nor is it at all calm.
And I am blind to
My outward appearance.
I'm sure I look fine for now.
Of course no one will notice me
until it is too late.
Everyone who has been down this road
knows where it leads.

A l

Have I got your attention?Have I got your Attention?

Dark nights on repeat, cheap liquor on tabs. The underworld takes all from you and gives you all. Fitted suits and scented perfumes. We take with us nothing of value and some how leave something we value.

Can you hear me? Do we have your attention?

My attention? It shifts from one memory to another. It takes me from one year to another. It comes and goes, but something hollow always remains. If your request must be answered without delay, you will be surprised. My attention you have briefly.

Can we help you?

Dark nights on repeat, I have lost something of value. You say you will help me look for it, but I know

The Heartbroken Do The Weirdest ThingsStand under the rain,
Count the stars,
Role in the grass,
And chew on glass.

They get into drugs,
And start to drink,
They begin to be reckless,
All because they're too tired to think.

They put themselves in danger,
They wont listen to a word you say,
If they die right now
They wouldn't be able to tell
Because they're dead inside already.

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and the cat purrs.
Time to sleep,
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eye liner stains my face.
Broken glass in my purse,
ring on the floor.
Can't you see,
I just don't give a fuck anymore.

Drink myself stupid,
and blindly take you home.
Wake up in the morning,
collect myself,
and wonder what I've done.

Kick you out,
time for work,
paint a smile on my face,
to hide that evil smirk.

Hit a bowl to relax,
forget you for a minute.
Pick myself up,
and continue on,
like you don't exist.

What am I doing to myself?
What the fuck am I doing?

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In his dreams."You are mine,
if only in my dreams.."

Well go to sleep my angel,
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Catching Stars.

by =KatlynKarma, Jan 12, 2013, 3:34:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I caught a star
and put it in my pocket
to keep it safe..

I took it home
and placed it on a shelf
in a cold dark place..

I kept it a secret
no one knew
what I was hiding..

You needed a friend
but I had nothing to offer
so I gave the star to you..

Your face lit up
I could feel the warmth
you almost felt complete..

But you let go
and the star went home
leaving you breathless
and almost knocked you off your feet..

The sky burns
the star shines bright
and I quietly watched
as you found yourself
somewhere deep within the night.

Catching Stars.by =KatlynKarma

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Critique by ~bubbasmack Mar 12, 2013, 1:02:35 PM

Sounds like the speaker is struggling through depression when he/she says "and placed it on a shelf in a cold dark place.." The star might represent the speakers "heart" or love, and the speaker has no one to love so he/she hides the star so no one can hurt her/him.
Later, the speaker finds someone he/she loves, and so the speaker gives the star to the person, but that person rejects the speaker's love.

This poem has a massive impact on the reader, especially considering that most people can easily relate to having their heart broken.

The poem has a good technique, but it would flow better if you use a pattern of syllables or lines. The rhyme scheme is excellent.

The poem does not use an original theme, but the way the poem is presented and the different uses of metaphors makes the theme it's own idea.

I love this poem, keep up the good work

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Critique by ~Captain-Ron Jan 28, 2013, 8:02:17 AM

My goodness! This is heart-wrenching. I love the emotion that is put into every single word of this poem. I just- Ah! I can't even think of words to describe how beautiful it is. The format is a little awkward, having some lines that are longer than others, and it creates a disturbance in the flow of it, however the uneven beat seems fitting for such a sweet little poem. The voice is tender and I feel like this poem was written for someone very special. I can only hope that someday I have someone who is worthy of giving a star too.

At the end, I wasn't sure whether to cry for the person who lost the star, or be happy for the star that he was able to return home.

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*BlueDraken Mar 6, 2013

I hear special things (like stars or... even friends.. lovers?) can be hard to catch and even harder to hold onto. Your writing and poetry is very moving. Although at time it makes me wana cry. Which is a complement to the poet.

-Drake/ALS

~Sunshine4235 Jan 31, 2013 Student Artist

This is very amazing, your writing skills are incredibly good!

*Thalana Jan 25, 2013

Beautiful poem ! Downloaded this

=KatlynKarma Jan 25, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you!

=TheAwesomeness0330 Jan 24, 2013 Student Digital Artist

Very interesting, and I had fun reading it. It was very true, and expresses lots of detail in just a few words. Keep up the good work!

~inoshikacho90 Jan 21, 2013

It's kinda sad but beautiful, giving someone something so that they can shine and be their owe but you love what you love. At least that is what I got from it. Nicely written

~ArukanaChan Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

brilliant bravo!!

~IvyHeart13 Jan 12, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

on this side of the line i am weeping

~Marssamuel Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

My brain is kinda fried now, so I'm having trouble coming up with what the star represents.

Can I ask what it was meant to be, well, what you intended it to mean?
I love the poem by the way, past cool!

*BlueDraken Mar 6, 2013

I might be wrong and often I am... but I suppose it could be anything special. Friendship, love, or perhaps simply just a star itself since they're magic in their own right.

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