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Over TimeExperiences
weighing heavily on calloused shoulders,
rough from the burdens they've held and discarded.

Feet stumbling,
tired and sore...
seeking rest.

and it's always a gift
when empathy steps in to share the weight.
Dare to DreamSo bravely envisioning goals within your mind,
those same goals that slowly change to dreams,
reflected in your eyes not just the aspirations
of a creative mind,
but of a dreamer.

The smallest of smiles,
as if to seal the deal...

already so eager to reach your destination,
with butterfly wings strapped to your back
and arms outstretched to soar.
Practice Makes PerfectI feel the blow to my very bones
And as painful as it is,
I do not cry out.
But more painful is the agony inside my chest,
The chaos,
And the constricting of my heart;
The way it skips a beat and I forget to breathe.

I guess I deserved it for my thoughtless words,
But why so hard?
Why with so much force?
And why to someone you supposedly love?
But love is pain
And without it you cannot grow closer.
So I take it all in silence,
My eyes downcast.
I look everywhere but her eyes.
I know there will be regret,
But it is nothing compared to the betrayal I feel.
She said she would never do it again.
Is this the proof of her prom
What We Do For AcceptanceCosmetics,
covering all that's natural and a part of you,
masking features to appear like a doll,
so pretty and porcelain.

Changes,
modifications that take you further from
originality,
becoming different to match their standards,
becoming a stranger to yourself.

Why can you not just be satisfied with yourself,
and all you're meant to be?
I suppose, the question is however,
why can they not accept you for yourself?
Taking the FallI'm taking the fall.
There's no rope or net
To catch me.
I'm scared,
But I've taken this fall
So many times before.
My mistakes pierce me
Like the jagged rocks that scrape me
During my decent.
Every moment leading up to this is
Replayed,
Until the tears are falling just as I am.
Falling,
Falling,
Falling,
Down into darkness.
This time I don't know what will await me…
Maybe this time I'll learn how to take the fall
Instead of letting the darkness consume me halfway down.
Losing MyselfUnable to write,
Unable to feel.
Just who am I
Because I no longer know;
I've lost sight of myself.
My heart's been spirited away to dwell
In some strange land where all it feels
Is the icy cold.
Please breathe your life into me,
Let me feel your sullied warmth.
Please, just for the moment,
Stand beside me,
Because I feel lost in my utter stupidity;
How could I have believed the lies that left your lips?
Perhaps because they were the words I've always wanted to hear…
"You're pretty.
        You're worth it.
            
On the Inside You're...There are cracks in your armor;
I can see them crystal clear.
A warmth pours out in the form of golden sunlight.
Now tell me:
Why do you conceal it?
Dangerous TemptationsOverhead there lies dark, thick storm clouds,
Blotting out the sky and obscuring its blue.
And press down they do, trapping the world
Within their purple cage.
So angry is the rain that thunders down with
Elegance.
So violent is the lightning, obscured, but still
Illuminating with beauty
The hate it hides behind.

Is to watch in awe
Naïve or a form of stupidity?
Or perhaps we're finally seeing
The temptations of the dark…
Bleeding Out Scarlet, blooming within,
Obstacles falling away to reveal the shining beauty.
Flowing;
Pooling on the ground to host reflections.
Your hallowed, weary eyes stare back
Through the ripples that transform
The neat puddle into an ever-stretching lake.
And the drops keep falling…
YearningDo you know what it's like
To love someone to the point of agony?
To the point it's excruciating to know
You can never be one soul?
Do you know how it feels
To have your heartbeat sync to theirs,
And to wish, that in that moment, they could merge?

But we shall stay separated;
We can only be ourselves.
But I cannot forgive this part of me
That remains yearning for your soul.
A Long Drop, A Sudden StopUnder the rain
I feel my pain as if this icy cold is magnifying it.
I turn my face towards the angry clouds
And water slaps my desperate face.
How can one feel so much pain,
But yet still be whole?
What keeps them from not breaking?
Despite the knowledge I will remain whole
My heart feels as if it's being torn apart;
Ripped to shreds with no sign of mercy.
The only sound I hear is the sobs that tear themselves
Painfully from my chest,
And the lonely rain hitting the roof I stand atop.

Such a long way down,
So  much time to reflect on the past and present.
This is what frightens me the most;
The moments to second gue
Winter's Tears     It became the gentle kiss upon his lungs.
Slow at first it flowed,
Filling sacks with liquid death,
Though, not long after, the violent swirls filled him to the brim.
As the sunlight breached his azure prison, his last breaths
Departed in a flurry, rising to dissolve absently on the lagoon's calm surface.

     Yet here, a victim myself, I find myself saying "rest in peace;
Those claimed by chilly currents and continuous ripples,
Those whose body never once knew cold until submerged below the ice,
And nothing but ice will remain, even after it's been overturned, chiseled, and mel
Salty TearsPeace,
And oh how it gently flows around me.
It is the wind blowing back my blonde hair;
The gull's soft calls from the blue void far above.
It is the waves' violent beauty as they thrust themselves
Against the rocks.

Yet this violence does not reach me:

I only feel the gentle lap of salt waters on my slender feet,
Which sink further into the sand with every wave that passes over.

I feel most alive here—
Not even the sting of metal could bring forth such vibrancy—
And I can't help but close my eyes to breathe it in.

Here it is,
The Sea and I,
Connected by my feet in the damp, clingy sand,
Both heaving with a sorrow th
It Only Gets WorsePick yourself up from the prison which is the ground,
Then dust the expectations off of your weary shoulders;
You no longer have to bear their weight.
Go ahead and cry the bruises from your cheeks with the tears of betrayal,
Not worrying about the criticizing eyes that watch so closely;
Let them track the muddy streaks all the way down your porcelain mask.
As for the wounds—the scars of battles won and lost?
Let them be, marking your skin as a reminder for the future:
A companion to witness your struggles and agony as you make your way through the years.

Did you really want to do it alone?

Then let the ruby rivers flow,
Drip,
Yellow Rainboots and UmbrellasSorrow,
Crushing down on my yellow umbrella,
Pelting it with ferocity.
Skipping through the streets I sing
        Rain, Rain
        Go away,
        Come again another day!
Until my voice is lost within my throat and the wind.

Now it becomes a struggle;
It takes all of my strength to hang onto that umbrella.
The wind tries to rip it away, and raindrops thunder
Down, trying to reach me,
To soak me in its essence.
When the elements turn violent, my grip loosens;
The umbrella is whisked away,
Cradled by the wind.
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The Wind Beneath My Wings

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A gust,
Ruffling the feathers of my charcoal wings
Hung low in my despair.
A tilt of the chin
Upwards,
To the dark midnight of hopes and dreams
I cannot reach,
Twinkling as if they still are beckoning me.
I was numbed.
I gave up on them long ago.

Another soft caress;
Like a push urging me gently forward.
It is not like the cold I am accustomed to,
But warm as it rushes past me.
Please wait…
I have not felt the wind in so long.

So much time spent nailed to the ground.
Do they even work anymore;
These blackened wings of mine,
Tainted with the darkness I used to dwell with
And ruined by my impurities?
Though they are tattered and weak
I cautiously let them unfurl.

Pupils dilate,
The shiver spreads.
Cradled gently by this warm wind I give myself
The courage I've denied.

This is where I'll fly,
This is where I'll somehow piece myself back together…
And it's all thanks to you;
You're the air beneath my wings,
Helping me soar.

My charcoal wings are turning white.

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The Wind Beneath My Wingsby ~Nullibicity

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This one... this one was written for you guys. All of you who have supported me, commented on my work, stayed up with me through the night and helped me through my sorrow, and especially to those of you who just care. I hope you can feel the love in this, as well as the hope I feel in this poem as that is the same feeling you have provided me with.

Most of all I would like to dedicate this poem mainly to three special people in my life. I don't know much about them, or even know their faces, but let me tell you that they have done far more for me than anyone I can remember. So while this is for all of you, I want to call recognition to these three.

:iconv3n0m607:. This kind, caring young man stayed up with me through a few nights where I was completely overwhelmed with my emotions. He also leaves me comments that make me laugh, smile, or really look at something in a new light. He is also the one that tells me never to give up in the moments I forget to. It really means a lot to me to have someone looking out for me. Thank you, Ven.

:icon13xbleedinglovex13:. This amazing young woman has helped me a ton. She's discussed my personal problems and brought me to realizations that I never would have come to on my own. She's just so caring and willing to help those in need... I envy her but I love her to death as well. Even though I worry to death about her, she returns the favor and it makes me feel... like someone really cares I suppose. Thank you, Blee-chan.

:iconsoundlesswhispers:. Oh where to begin about this little lady. She always has a joke for me to bring me from my darker thoughts. She also is very understanding and as we've talked we've realized we have a lot in common, including our pasts. I enjoy our talks immensly and I really appreciate her undying support and love. Thank you, Whispi.


Thank you to those three, and to all of you. There are really no words to express my immense gratitude and appreciation. It just... means a lot to me. Hope you enjoyed the poem, and it would mean a lot to me if you let me know what you thought of this as this is a somewhat happy poem and usually I suck royally at those... I just thought you guys deserved something and this was the only thing I could think to give.
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Mood: Love ~RenosGirl77 Jan 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Ah! I have no words. The beauty of this poem is indescribable. This is definitely my favourite out of your work so far - just perfect, there's no other way to describe it!! Aaagh, I can't express how much this poem means to me - I may copy it out and paste it on my bedroom wall, if that's okay with you. :) Just - wow. I have never been able to relate to a poem like this one. Thank you for giving me fresh hope.
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~Nullibicity Jan 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You always seem to find beauty in the poems most personal to me. This means a lot to me.

You flatter me with such a request! Truly! I would be most honored if you put it onto your wall. I have no words! Thank you. I'm really grateful you could also find hope from this piece. :tighthug: sometimes we just need a new shred of hope before we can take that next step forward.
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~RenosGirl77 Jan 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:) It means a lot to me too - it's just so rare to find someone on the same wavelength, then I stumble across you!! XD You don't know how much it means to chat to somebody who actually gets what I'm talking about.

It is on my wall. XD I copied it down and stuck it up pretty much as soon as I'd seen your reply. Now I have something to look at when I wake up in the morning and go "Y'know what? Life is good. The world is good. I'll get through this, and come out a stronger person - this poem is proof of that." :) So thank you a million times for that.

And you are absolutely right - sometimes that single flash of light in the darkness is all we need to keep going. Thank you so much for everything my friend!! :)

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Mood: Approval ~Achija Sep 16, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Absolutely beautiful I have been there too so this poem really spoke to me
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~Nullibicity Sep 16, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much! And for the viewer to be able to relate/like it is probably the best thing a writer can hear! :)
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~UinenFirestar Sep 6, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
"You're pretty. You're worth it. Don't hurt yourself because I feel the pain. I'll love you, and stand beside you, when everyone deserts you."

And it's true. I'm sure anyone here will tell you the same. We're here for you!!
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~Nullibicity Sep 6, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
:tighthug: Thank you so much! You're just so kind to me, and you always make me feel appreciated or valued. I cannot express my gratitude in words but thank you :)
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~UinenFirestar Sep 9, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, that's an uber hug!

I'm (almost) if I come across as redundant. But I don't think people can hear they're cared for too much. And I mean every word of it!!
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~Nullibicity Sep 17, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Yes, yes it is :D

I don't believe they can hear it enough either. And thank you so much. That makes me very grateful and happy to hear :D
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Mood: Obsessed ~SoundlessWhispers Sep 3, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
... I'm debating if I should stay silent or hug the the stuffing out of you....
:tighthug::tighthug::tighthug::tighthug:
I'll always be here for you, and you know I luv ya. Always have, Always will. Don't think there's anything you can do that will get rid of me. You can't shake me that easily ;)

And Thank you so much for the dedication. When I saw the others I was like 'Aww,'. Then again, I was kind of you expecting you to do that (it's just how you are). What I was not expecting was to find my plain little marble icon sitting quite comfortabley in your description...--Look! I can already see it making a home!

:lmao: ah, the joys of no sense of humor... (=P)
.....Oh, right, right!! The poem! Sorry, completely slipped my mind for a minute there.
I loved it! Especially it being your first (and I quote) 'somehwat happy' poem. ;P
I could really feel the sorrow in the beginning and loved how you made it transform into hope. I really want to commend you because that particular emotion of hope was very strong and powerful.
Just the way you presented it....well it made ol' Whispi tear up a little... :lol:
I thought you did a fantastic job and I would like to encourage you to try a couple more 'somewhat happy' poems. I have a feeling I would love them. :XD:
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