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HappyI bet you’re really happy.

I grew up
Around people who tell me
That life is unfair
And marriage is work
And kids take their youth away

Why would I want that kind of life?

Am I supposed to be envious that you have that kind of life that I really want to run away from? Working day and night, only to make ends meet and then blaming it all on the kids?

I see you looking at me with those watchful eyes. Yes, I love eating in restaurants and travelling around the world. Yes, I have sex. Yes, I am not dating anyone per se. You’re much more superior than I am, in your eyes. Because you’re married. Because you have kids. Because y

ImaginationEasily distracted; easily bored; easily angered, not easily ignored... four ways I manifest. I am nothing; yet I am everything. I do not exist unless you make me so.

Last week I charged on a white horse. I murdered; I killed; I maimed; I claimed rule over the kingdom and married a beautiful woman.

Three days ago I swam to the bottom of the sea. I dipped; I dived; I plunged; I caught a fish and discovered a new species.
Yesterday, I cured the world of all known diseases I tested; I formulated; I guessed; I succeeded.

Today; I have done nothing but sit and wait for you to remember me. I have sat; I have pondered; I have waited; You have re

Lie To MeLie To Me

Lie to me
Like you lie to them
Lie to me
Like you lie to yourself
Lie to me
Like you lie to the world
You lied to me
And
You’ll
Lie
To
Me
Until
The
End

Lost LoveIn the dark of the wreckage
in the dead of the night
my body quakes in fear
as i run from the light

They're searching for me i know
its me they want to find
but i cant let them find me
i need to go back in time

As i run across the stream
the footsteps fade away
they're falling back behind me
as the night becomes the day

Soon ill reach the place
the place where it all began
soon he'll be here smiling
and we'll be holding hands...

unheardThe imaginary audience of my poems used to be
people like me who understand
(I suspect I was naive)
but now when I write
I feel like I'm trying desperately to change the course of the tide
with a spoon.
They see something in me that's neither special
nor even really there
all the cheesy, commercial, easy-to-fabricate emotional appeal
that people fall in love with left and right
and that I hate
and avoid
but that sneaks into my writing
like dust into an already red eye
and is the only thing they can see about me
except they see it as a nice touch
instead of irritating.
All the ideas that I
am
proud of reverberate,
perhaps, for a moment;
wait

Paint my LifeI wake up one morning and realize I have no one to say "good morning" to
Because I'm much too sleepy
But, I grow tired of being tired
In an always gray world

"The same everyday?"
"Yes! The same everyday."

So, I refuse this cycle of looks
this cycle of ignorance
This is getting quite tedious!
It's a lie that you can't hear me!
Can I come up with a good solution?
I'm not even going to try

I abandon all responsibilities
and take a break
Isn't life more important?
Finally, I'm well rested again!
I'm going to paint my life

I wake up and know I have no one to say "good morning" to
But I'm not sleepy anymore
In this vibrantly colored world
I'm n

please go awayplease go away

when it's over i just lay there... staring at the ceiling. feeling ashamed and scared of myself. gasping for air and holding back tears.

"crying is a sign of weakness..

i don't wanna cry.

i hate crying."

the clock's ticking. it's so loud. i don't usually hear it... but now it's even hurting my head. i pay no attention to anything. i don't wanna talk to anybody. please! i don't have the strenght to pretend right now.. please just let me rest a little first.

completely dead inside. i try to sit up again and again but.. it won't work. i'm so tired. i have no strenght.

"WEAK."

it's always gonna be here.. it's never going aw

the treethe tree

to climb the tree takes time.

to climb the tree takes strenght.

to climb the tree takes hard work.

to climb the tree takes motivation.

to climb the tree without limbs, air and solid ground to rest on, is overcoming depression.

Escape“Where am I?” Philip, the purple alien asked. He looked at the cages and tubes before him.
“Area 51.” The voice was low, solemn. “Welcome to Earth.”
Philip turned and saw a blue guy in a cage. A florescent light flickered above him.
The little blue guy stood up and approached the bars of his cage. “They haven't caught you?”
Philip shook his head looking at the alien in the cage. “Who are 'they?'”
The blue alien leaned against the bars, his skinny arms and overly-large hands hung out. “They call themselves scientists. They say they're part of the world k

Young LoveYou were my first kiss

My first love

My first everything

I idolized you

And trusted you

How could I not?

You were the first thing in my life that was always constant

Your hazel eyes always seemed so serious and deep and smart.

I felt that you weren't just looking at my face

But when you looked at me you were staring into my soul

It was a young love

A stupid one

But those are the ones that leave the deepest scars

You told me that I was beautiful

So I believed it

Because I believed anything you said

I believed you when you said it wouldn't hurt

I believed you when you said you would always stay

But now you're gone

And I'm pre

SilenceSilence.
My life is silent.
No recognition,
No conpliments,
No conversations,
No friends.
Alone with my thoughts.
Silence is all I get.

What Do We Say to Death?Some dance for the season,
Some dance for the night.
Some dance for a lustful knight,
and others for selfish reasons.

The dance we dance is for water,
for metal and blood,
the dance of slaughter,
you must be water, or you drown in a flood.

Be quick with the blade,
be quick with your arm.
Bear down on them as a cascade,
A staggering oaf is easy to disarm..

Remember this dance, for it is swift and sudden,
Men are made of water, if you stab they leak.
You hold not

Pain to live by Pain to thrivePain to live by
Pain to thrive
Pain to keep myself alive
Heart to heart
Blood to blood
Good-bye rainbows
Good-bye sun

Fleet-footedWe step outside, you and me, and run!
chase the edge of the imaginary
the border of the impossible light
alongside the thaw and the running waters
faster again than the crackling frost
or the long reach of the Queen's hand

The beat of our steps is quick and playful
our leaps and bounds graceful, the twirls still light
toward the golden glow we dash
the passing of the winter on our back
towards the scent of the first Coltsfoot
and our faces against the upcoming glow

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Visual Animated Poem - But I am Your Voiceby =wdnest

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Visual & Found Poetry

©2013 =wdnest

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But I am Your Voice - It is a Prezi visual poem, with a poem - But I am Your Voice displayed in visual format. Click on the link to be taken to the Prezi site and view the poem visually in a presentation.

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~EclipsedEden Feb 11, 2013 Student General Artist

Just incredible

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~ShortySilly16 Feb 4, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

That was inspiring, it brought tears to my eyes, it brought me back to a hard time in my life, it sounds like something I'd like to send to my past self <3

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=wdnest Feb 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is why it was written, unfortuantely as children we do not have much say, but as an adult we do. Thanks for the comment. Please check out the rest of my profile and website at www.whitedovesnest.com Thanks

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~wallawallaw Feb 4, 2013

interesting way to present a poem, love the innovative realization

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~LadySelvaggia Feb 4, 2013 Hobbyist Artist

Good idea! It's really interesting...

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