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Crona's PoemFifteen years ago,
I was put on earth.

I started life looking at the light in everything,
But that didn't last very long.

Because the truth is
There is no light.

How can there be light if
Every time I say something,
I’m always cut down.
So I just stay quiet.
Because I can’t deal with the pain of not being accepted.

Every time my mother’s eyes meet mine
All I see is the disappointment and failure she sees
Within me.
So I just stare at the floor.
Because I just can’t deal with the pain I've caused my mother to suffer with.

Most people only have their conscience to deal with after they have made a decision,
But I hav

I'm UglyI know that I’m not

I know that you know
That I know that I’m not

But I feel like it
Oh God, I feel like it

I know I’ve got clear eyes
And lovely hair
But when I look in mirrors
The imperfections scream
‘Till the tiny cracks
Become huge gaping holes
That I’m terrified you’ll see

So please,
I need to hear it

Tell me that I’m beautiful

The Deepest Depths of BlueThe chain of events that followed your birth
Were as tumultuous as each twisted link
Your mind was wired for the written word
But under no circumstances should you think

As the decreasing circles of sanity
Will ripple through your infant mind
The soul can't escape your hollow bones
Until you leave those thoughts behind

You feel trapped inside your grey matter
But freedom will be yours in the end
Once you realise that you are a miracle
That'll never be repeated again

Open your eyes to the beauty of the truth
That there is a reality worth seeing
And dive into the deepest depths of blue
Of your soul, your essence, your being

Wait (My Virgin)Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
When did purity become a dirty word?
There is more than one way to stimulate
And commitment is indeed a verb

The pressure he will put upon you
Or the pressure you will put onto him
Is equal and opposite to the regret
And the feeling that you have sinned

Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
When did purity become a dirty word?
Physically able to copulate
But think about the consequences first

The pressure they will put upon you
To lose your innocence as quickly as them
All because they regret their actions
And want you to follow their trend

Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
Don't g

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Loveby *cecy1

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Visual & Found Poetry

"Love is a sweet emotion
only when it's returned
otherwise it's a curse"
This was a cover of my poem [Love is......]But I decide to submit it alone as visual poetry.

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~KetlinComeHere Jan 23, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

so true.....

!Jamiee-The-Puppeteer Jan 19, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

yeh, i agree. i feel as if when it is not returned it is been taken for granted and advantage of. Love the 'cover'. ama go check out your poem ^_^

~SparkKnight2 Jan 19, 2013 Student General Artist

i think love is a curse even if the other feels the same way, in marriage there is always pain and arguments and you are stuck with that person the rest of your life. just saying... awesome quote though

*cecy1 Jan 19, 2013

I know,For me love is the mast painful thing you could ever feel.

~SparkKnight2 Jan 19, 2013 Student General Artist

i know the feels

~AeddGynvaeI Jan 19, 2013

Oh, man.
Well, fuck.
That's just too true. I thought love was supposed to be beautiful. I forced myself to avoid feeling anything for anyone for as long as I can remember, because I didn't want to feel so vulnerable. Of course, it didn't quite work out this last time. She's in my mind constantly and all I do is torture myself with how I can't ever even approach her, because I'm a socially inept, bipolar, clinically depressed, broken shell of a human being. I have no motivation or confidence. All I know is that two years have gone since I fell for her and I've only talked to her maybe twice or three times in all that time. Seeing her both makes me feel like I'm the happiest person alive and makes me hate myself and life even more, because I know I'll never be with her. And she's all I could ever ask for.

Sweet emotion... Heh. Not for us. The lovelorn, desperate and ravaged by hope.

Addendum: I'm fucking sorry for turning this into a whiny livejournal/tumblr-like post and I frankly have no idea why I am even writing this, especially when people couldn't care less about some random person on the Internet's problems. The sentence really rang true with me, though. I love it.

*cecy1 Jan 19, 2013

Yes mt friend,love truly is a curse.

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~Flo-rida Jan 18, 2013

That's exactly what I feel right now. Ugh. Love..

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