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:: Lonely Consequence ::Forgive and forget...

Or forever

Regret. . .

The IntrovertAlone I am weaker, but safe.

For EternitySick
From another's disease.
No cure.

In The BeginningI escaped prison and was born.

Meta-PhysicalFought writer's block.

Lost the plot.

SixWordStory - LonelinessLoneliness told me to say hi.

A Wasted OpportunityThese six words could've contained infinities.

SparksOne spark.

The fire starts burning.

LifeFrom idealism
To cynicism
To realism

The Craft of the CraftPoems are sculpted.

Stories are woven.

ForecastScars: map of past, not future.

Keeping secretsHave you ever cried yourself to sleep?
And if someone asked you that,
how would you answer?
Truth be told, I used to -
Just lie in bed and think,
think about every single thing
and how I felt about it...
what it meant to me.
But I'll just say no,
because I don't want you to know
about how weak I am.

And it is when all is silent,
the tears will slide slowly,
soaking your pillow.
Like a movie,
the scene plays out in your head
of all those times when you were
bullied, hurt,
damaged and broken.
Replayed and replayed until
all the images end up blur and disjointed.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Yes, I have - many times, in fact.
Bu

No ParoleJudgement;

Offender: Ten years
Victim; Eternity

The Deadly KissThe deadly kiss will touch your heart

And torment you forever.

It has come to pass on a innocent soul

Given by one who walks a lonely path.

Two souls united by the nights presences

And a kiss that passed between them.

The deadly kiss will leave your

Soul marked by blood.

61.8% Waterthe veins along my racing heart are rivers.

their waterfalls cascade into my stomach,
and hit the bottom with an empty thump.

waves run along the inner linings of my lungs,
crashing into every breath.
no wonder I can never seem to take in enough air.

the bottom of my throat is consumed by a whirlpool.
it steals all of my words,
and tucks them deep into the crevices of my bones.

the pressure of all these words under my skin builds up,
so that every so often a flood hits my brain,
and all my thoughts are scrambled up and confused.

some days I wish for a tsunami
to wash away all of these helpless scars.

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Gems of blue and fish of gold
Shimmer and dance, the embrace of an old friend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend.

Smooth canoe tracks over gentle rides
Over gentle stones with a gentle glide
Gentle, gentle. Will these softened turns end?
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?

But is the river really steady?
Or maybe I'm just not ready
Skies are whispy and clouds in flame, is this pretend?
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?

These waters are always churning
Always flowing and always turning
With my future on a teater, on this brand new pend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend

I can't see past these rugged waves
Icecap tips, I'm the waters slave
How will I ever live, if my dreams cannot extend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?

Familiar lines are washed and shed
Blue walls are now crashing instead
Is this really where I belong, where

Crash And BurnI wonder if other people see how I feel.
With every glare to meet my eyes,
its another preying glare to slap my face
and another glare that heats my cheeks with nervous fire

I wonder if, day after day,
if people see my fear, if they see how I shake.
When they walk by, I stumble away
because I know they don't want me near them.

I wonder if they pity me
If they see the lonely child inside my glass skin.
Sometimes they give me gentle eyes
because they feel sorry for how lonley I really am inside.

I wonder if they know I don't fit in,
if they try to welcome me but I'm too naive to see.
But everytime I just walk away because-
because everytime I try is another crash and burn.

Isomnia.To the mocking flash of my cell phone clock
The glitter of morning my closed blinds block
In a hunch on a chair or a ball on my bed
Comfortable and comfy but I stay up instead
With paper and pens and paintbrushes I raise
And the stories that unfold on each turning page
Youtube, Facebook, and clicking links
Are the things that keep me from even a blink
Round and round, my thoughts echo and spin
Closing my eyes even seems like a sin
Redbull, pepsi, and midnight snacks
Drinks of sugar in tempting twelve packs
The silence of myself and the embrace of a book
Casting and reeling until sleep's on my hook
They say theres plenty of fish in the sea
But sleep swims deeper than my hook can see
Alone in a dimming desk lamp light
Confronted by morning that stepped through the night
Open curtains, birds with a morning song
It's a shame I had to wait this long.

Stupid BlondeWhy, yes.
I do pick up books.
And thank you for thinking I hold them upside down or I can't even finish the first page.

Why, yes.
I do math.
And thank you for thinking I can't long divide or that numbers shave my mind blank.

Why, yes.
I can write.
And, again, thank you for thinking I can't use a pen or that I <rite tings liek dis>
Why dont you take a label maker and slap it right on my forehead? All to see and all to share?

"Stupid blonde"

Maybe a pawn in your conversation, or ideas just easily ignored.
A voice filtered upon arrival and spilled down the drain to wash away, carried to a place where rubbish seals any whisper left to fade.
Voices become whispers, and whispers become the helpless echos of ideas shed free of a mind that is as fully functional as yours,
My friend, it is but you who label me with a permanent marker, that set my skys with the bleakest ink.
But h

Keep RunningSomething broken, or something dead
and everything that was ever said
Punches, bruises, sticks and stones
and everything that broke my bones
to words they said would never hurt,
to a shoe that kicked my face with dirt
Yes, these tears are made by you
but even tears don't make lies true
Tears that dampened my pillow case
tell a story that you could never chase
and I'll keep running until I die
Because you'll never catch me, I'll watch you try

You Can't Tell MeYou can't tell me
that my writing is wrong.
It might be for you
But for me it will live, forever strong

You can't tell me
that my words are not right.
They might not be prefect
But I'll still put up a fight

You can't tell me
my rhymes are too mix-matched.
Its just because they are not yours
To me they do not lack

You can't tell me
I did not try my best.
Who are you to evaluate?
Its not like its a test

You can't tell me
that I didn't follow a rule.
Creativity has no list
I think you are a fool

You can't tell me
that I didn't emote at all.
How can you tell me what I feel?
Its not like I'm a doll

You cant tell me
everything that I should.
How can you think you know everything?
And think you know whats "good"?

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To contain them...

by ~Mimibert, Mar 4, 2013, 4:29:16 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Words are but emotion, finally contained.

~My six word story

To contain them...by ~Mimibert

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2013 ~Mimibert

A little six word story for #SixWordStories' Open Theme Contest. its short (duhhh) but powerful and i enjoy it

i feel like i just wrote some kind of deep quote like what would be read at the end of criminal minds. #deep LOL

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~word-s-myth Mar 7, 2013

Excellent! Makes one think, indeed.
I wonder: do words contain emotions like a glass contains wine, or a cake contains sugar; or do words contain emotions like a dam contains a flood, or an army contains an invasion? I suppose that it depends on the occasion. That's the beauty of polysemy, and the strength of your text.

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~Sky-Thief Mar 4, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

this is a quote that should be famous one day

'tis very deep indeed, it made me think about it

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