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All That I WantI will not pardon these thoughts
That linger, safe within me
The shadow she has cast
And the fragrance she exudes
Tarnishes my fear
And stirs to life my better half

She is the comfort
I reach for in the fog of night
The name i cry out
In elation and despair

Our interwoven thoughts
Are a beacon of solidarity
Chaperoning the like minded
To a safer place to hide

And i dream
Of when, and where
To pluck from the branches
The fruits of a lover's toil

Leaning against the bark, whole and content
To nestle against her warmth
No longer shaken by fear
New StartThey haunt my thoughts, my fears, my heart
They watch me, struggling to tear me apart
They know, they hear every word in my mind
Not a single moment they dare leave behind
They stare like it's a masterpiece, left to be defined
To sympathy in their hearts they often are blind
Nothingness blankets the sky and the earth
Leaving me to wonder what else this is worth
Other than the pain and the everlasting fears
The shaking, the aching, the breaking, the tears
Making me curious… what does it mean
Being a human with a future unseen
Could I be damaged the way I was before?
No one can promise there won't be anymore
Perhaps the happi
Swing DanceSwing dancing.
The memory passes by
In an instant
It’s gone.

Swing dancing…
One, two, three.
A second wave passes me.
I taste it on my tongue.
It lingers for a while
But…
Like all things in life…
It dies.

The memory,
Too faint to make out,
Leaves a heaviness in my chest
Leaves me gasping for air
Leaves me with nothing but
Emptiness.
Loneliness.
Solitude.

Swing dancing…
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
In, out, spin…
I feel my heart
explode.

A boy.
A girl.
The boy shows her through all of the steps,
smiles at her as they start to
Dance.
She trips.
He laughs encouragingly.
She laughs and gets u
Bipolar.I am black and white.
happy.
There is no in-between,
I am high or I am low.
sad.
I am unbalanced, 
confused.
That I know for sure,
I don't know if there is a cure.
depressed.
Some days I am happy,
irritable.
Some days I am sad,
And sometimes I get really mad.
elated.
I try to medicate myself,
Anything to numb the emotions
lost.
That I just can't seem to understand.
euphoric.
My brain is broken, 
It cannot be fixed.
I will never understand,
Why my feelings are so mixed.
Who I'm Not/That One GuyWho I'm Not/That One Guy

I fell for you
but did you care?
I don't think you noticed
that I was there

I know you
Do you know me?
I'm the guy
you can't see

I'm the guy
who shows you respect
Who, comes upon your presence
becomes a nervous wreck

I want to love you
with all I've got
but one thing I won't do
is become someone who I'm not

Justin Sanchez
The Bitch GoddessHer eyes glinted gold
and her lips tasted of star-dust,
in the right light her smile was
full of allure, but an unknown
shadow belied concealed cruelty.

Gilded fingers beckoned
and desire followed
in a blind lust, but she
reveled only half-truths.

She demanded more
than just a soul or a life
for fidelity, she could
take everything in a breath.

Her offerings unpredictable,
to rise or fall at a flick
of her eye brow,
she remained indifferent to
devotion, however earnest.

Acting upon whims all her own,
effortlessly she became disinterested,
constantly sacrifice must be offered
to appease her.

She laughed at misfortune
If it's you...If it’s you ...

I’ll admit
I’m not good with words
I don’t express myself
My feelings go,
Unspoken, unrevealed
So I look at you,
Hoping silently
That you can see
My eyes, filled with my thoughts of you
No one sees it, no one cares,
But if it’s you,
I’m sure you’ll understand
If it’s you
If it’s you…
BlindI become blind
As the scarlet flows from my eyes.
Wasted tears, Wasted yearsThese tears i've cried
Are bitter when tasted
My time is wasted
On people who don't care
Who weren't there
And certainly aren't here now
To witness how,
She fell
Her color and vibrancy drained dry
Pieces Of My SoulSure I might cry a little
And there are times when I feel so alone
In the worst of ways
Still I wander ever on
Over imagined hill and vale
Not knowing fully where I go
Each and every faltering step
Leading to somewhere and something new
I am nothing to speak of
Just a poet and an artist
A dreamer forever wondering
Following a path that only I can see
As I listen to the music of life
Never do I sleep
For my mind is a torrent of ideas
They always come
Never do they cease
My heart and soul are a melange of emotions
I'm drowning in the maelstrom they conjure
These raw passions force me ever onwards
Like a man possessed
I must
If Only They KnewWe hide away from the pain,
Your scars covered with sleeves,
Your sadness, masked with a smile,
If only they knew, if only…

The eyes of many always watching,
Waiting for that one mistake,
All they want is for you to fall,

But you’re strong,
Keeping all the pain inside,
Hiding behind that beautiful smile,
If only they knew,

All you want is to cry out,
You just need that shoulder,
That one friend to lend a hand,

But when you need them the most,
You turn them away,
Your reassuring words sending you further into the darkness,
If they only knew,

The eyes of many always watching,
Waiting for that one mistake,
Waiting to see you
Half     And then you fall in love
         Can you really say, it doesn't happen over night?
      It creeps up on you, either way
And you want them to never leave
    "Stay."
         Say you'll stay
               Other halves to wholes
                     Never let me gos
               It's a falling
         Whether they linger
               On the bed
    Or at all
It's a fall
       And you want to live for them
            Give them all you've got
Muster up some more
               And give again
            Because maybe
               They're the half
    That hasn't been loved enough
And loving them
    You love you
Too Dizzy To RideI'm on a carousel.

Not one of the good ones either.

Not the one with the sparkling pink unicorn, nor the one with the majestic lion and prancing tiger.

Not the one with the sturdy, strong elephant and certainly not the one with the graceful jewel-toned seahorse. (That was always my favorite ride.)

It doesn't play the insouciant dulcet symphony raining sugar-spun treble clefs of beatitude on cherubic smiles.

I'm on the one that must have been designed by M.C. Escher. It spins slantwise and upside-right-down, all at once.

I'm on the one that was painted by Tim Burton, all washed out skull-grey skin and bruised-appearing eyes. It is Saturn
What Is My Life?What is my life?
A world of self-hate.
Hardship and strife;
the kiss of fate.

An inner hurricane,
an innocence slain.
A tear shed,
and a bead of blood red,
along with the pain.

The screams in my head
could wake the dead,
and my thoughts
are heavy like lead.

The outside is wrong
and the inside's a mess.
My heart is still beating,
but my eyes are lifeless.
You Loved The LovelessYou are holding my heart
Like you're holding my hand
I'm not falling apart
As you're helping me stand

I was losing myself
And just falling through cracks
Till you snuck up with stealth
And helped me to get back

You ignored the dark
You saw the light
You loved the loveless
Back to life
You held my hand
And helped me fight
You helped the helpless
Make things right

You still smile at me
Like the very first day
And you make me feel free
And you make me feel brave

I will do all I can
Just to make you feel good
I will do all I can
I will do all I should

You still make me smile
And you still make me laugh
You help me close my e
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Silence

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Your
silence kills me
more than words
can say.

While I am held
in suspension
of anticipation
waiting and wondering.

Each passing day
rises new hope
which steadily declines
and leaves me wanting,

Yet
eagerly
I wake to another
torture,
knowing soon
you must break this fast
upon my heart
and at last speak.
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*Jewel-Firefly Jan 25, 2013
Silence is torture. A gritty, concise work.
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~ryka-the-fallen Jan 25, 2013
and in the silences, doubt and fear flourish. will you speak to me and tell me that it was truly real?

as always, a resonant piece of writing :3
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*SilverWynd Jan 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for your most poetic response.
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~Michel-le-fou Jan 24, 2013
OoooooH! I loved the expression here, like few others I have read. Silence hurts more than words, yes, and it leaves us ina constant air of dread and supsense. Hve you listened to Soundsd of Silenmce by Paul Simon? You share a common attitude here.
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*SilverWynd Jan 24, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much, yes with the silence there is the constant waiting and wondering. No I have not but I will have to check it out.
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