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Music. Who can explain why this rhythmic magic carries us all away?Not I. But I can thank itbecause it's saved mefrom myself.Music soothes me.Creating it cleanses washes away the bad ...

Leaning back against my pillow, I sigh.A tear plummets to the open book in my hands.The book closes, and I close my eyes.It's been a hard day.I discover no rest ...

Do you believe in magic?I don't believe. Well, not in the kind that is all clever trickery, trapdoors,smoke, and mirrors.I've outgrown that.But, I do believe in another doesn't need any ...

He trod upon the waters as if they were a grassy meadow.He fed the multitudes with food fit barely fit for one man.He caused the weak to stand tall and ...

I used to think that I needed someone to love me.A strong shoulder to lean on,a warm hand to hold.But, as time goes by, I'm slowly realizingthat what I wanted ...

Standing amidst a flickering streetlight's puddled warmth,he stood, a solitary man, withered, his back bent by time,holding in his hands an instrument battered and well-worn.The people walking home st

What would happen if we left this place right now?Don't look at me like I've managed to lose my mind.You know you've thought this way before. We could be gone ...

Hollow, wailing cries, writhing in the streets,chilling the hearts of those who hear them.Never has fear been so fervently presentas it is on the tongues of the monsters tonight.Windows are ...

Where are the clouds going?They always seemto be journeyingawaytowards a destinationthat has never been revealed to me.Unending rowsof fluffy white soldierssteadily floatingin silent grandeur.They're

You were captured by a facade,an actress in a marvelous beneath the lights,she doffed a mask by day.She wore a paper costumesplashed with colors and with jewels;you gazed into her ...

Sea flows in, washes out,leaving foam behind.Smoothing sand, caressing beach,it sweeps away the marks.Empty eyes staring up,hollow caves where orbs once glowed. Ivory teeth, bleak and bare,held in an

They line the painted walls, held in oaken shelves,ancient ones worn and cracked,others crackling with newness.Innumerable lines of marching characters,letters formed by jet-black ink,they speak in vo

Flowers bow downas the wind passes by,tilting their petalsaway from the sky.Grasses wave greetingsas it goes past,moving in wavesof shivering shafts.Leaves that shudderon spindling treestremble with r

Bright scarlet dripsfrom the bristlesof my paintbrush,I'm sitting in front of my easel. Music trickles from my radio, but I'm not listening.I've retreated to a place deep within myself. I'm ...

Attempt to soothewith your sterile voice. Reach with your pale handsand try to caress me. Say that you knowthis searing pain, and I'll be thinking all the whilethat you haven't ...

A dew-sprinkled meadowladen with blossomssparkles and shimmers in crisp morning light.Whispers of bird-songssprinkle from treetops.The wind sings a soft songof days that have fled.Clouds begin floodin

Sidewalks of shadows beneath black streetlamps.A bright icy moon amidst whirling grey clouds.Slithering somethings that writhe in the nighttime,and tortured lost ghosts that are mourning out loud. Foo

She hears the rain falling on the window,trickling down the frosted pane,and she stares out into the world.She used to know the world while standing outside,and she would dance through ...

Spoiler! : Hello! This is a piece I wrote quite a long time ago. I found it scribbled on a piece of notebook paper in my closet. It's long, I ...

Spoiler! : So...yeah. This is a piece I wrote. I'm not really even sure if I like it...any input would be great! I don't want them anymore. They never get ...

Spoiler! : I like this piece, hope y'all will too!! In the midst of the pouring rain he stood,a warrior cold with a heart that bled fire.And cloaked in the ...

Ever so beautiful, isn't it?This fairy tale life you live?Even your disgust is categorized, what you loathe dissectedinto neat lines of appealing banter, showing the world that your true feelings,your

You said that you needed to go,and I said I'd come with if you left,so we held hands and tried to fly.Before, the air seemed so light,so unrestrictive, so loose,a ...

Spoiler! : Comments, please? Sickly music drifts right throughthe ribcages of me and you.Once covered by our human skin,now nothing but air lies within.The weeping willows shriek, poor trees.They must

Spoiler! : Comments, please? So, you believe in God? Then make him make my momma come back.I can't, I say.You look at me like I'm stupid.So, you're a Jesus Freak?Tell ...

Spoiler! : This is one of my personal poems, the ones I usually keep just to myself and don't let anybody else read. It's mostly just an expression of a ...

Spoiler! : My brain thinks like this. It's probably confusing, which is how my mind is anyway, so...yeah. Comments, please? Understandable nonsensemakes no more sensethan nonsense itself, so why d

Spoiler! : This is inspired by something that happened to me recently. I'm not really sure how I feel about it yet; what do you guys think? Comments would be ...

Spoiler! : I wrote this in five minutes, so feel free to rip it apart! Comments are greatly appreciated. What is realitythat I let it define me?Just concrete clumps of ...

Hinting at contentmentbut concealing faded misery,I wrought a grey delirium,a spectral universe.I misplaced my treasured sanity,exchanged it for absurdity,unearthed new forms of musicand inscribed the

We are all callingout to the other voices who yell,wanting to be heard, to be toldthat silence is the enemy,not a normality or a you hear us?My father told me ...

We are a makeshift generation with our hand-me-down shoes, the girls with their smudged eyeliner, and the boys with ragged tees and jackets advertising their favorite magicians. A guitar-strumming, sk

I love him now, and I always will 'til the day I die and my spirit fails, til' the sun fades grey and the birds are gone and the beaches ...

Amber leaves sway high above, swatches of honey caught in trees. A balmy scent of earth and life surrounds me as I sit beneath. My pencil scratches, soft and swift, ...

When someone refers to the index finger, I always picture a slender librarian with pursed red lips who continually shushes and hushes and licks her finger just to brush it ...

This is a new beginning. This is a fresh start. This is a day dawning. Mine is a free heart. This is me standing on the edge of the world, ...

I call to the sunshine that dapples the trees, that flickers and shudders with every breeze. Iask for tomorrow, a wonder, a sign, for some quiet token to say you're ...

My family had a suicide scare. A family member that I love very, very much thought the world would be a better place without him. He needs to know that ...

Shadows dance spectral waltzes on the fields I leave behind me. I am cold. Soda-can-fresh-from-the-gas-station-soda-machine cold. Empty hands draped over the steering wheel. Lonesome eyes with trapped

Loneliness is the last trace of sunshine on your wrist as you're driving home from his house, the amber fields rushing by, blending into multicolored waves. It's the drops of ...

This definitely isn't perfect, but I decided to post it anyway. Any thoughts would be wonderful. :) I dream of tracing my fingertips along the rips in your jeans, of ...

Maybe I'm smudges of refuse abandoned in ashtrays, spider veins clambering through bloodshot eyes, angry words spoken in breaking voices. Maybe I'm light glimmering on kitchen knives, the comb

You bruise me. My heart, my eyelashes. I dab on more eyeliner to disguise the shadows. I am thinking of each laugh, each startling rasp, of smiles burbling from our ...

I. Muted colors swooning on a new summer wind, air so humid that I drink the moisture. As the summer liquor pours, Itake the glass it offers me. Just ...

It hurts like hell to feel my petals wilt. Starting out, I was purity, childish babble drowning in tears, finding a high in the rush of self-destruction. And ...

It is miniscule. It isn't deep enough to harbor infection, release a scarlet deluge, or carve an indelible white line. It is insignificant, really. Even the pain that belongs ...

This is intended to be written from the POV of a teenage boy. I actually really love it. :D It's short compared to most of the pieces I write; I ...

This is a poem I wrote for myself.

Loving someone means allowing someone to take you apart and trusting them to put you back together again.

Eating mirrors is not recommended. Tasting them, on the other hand, is inevitable.