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Never EnoughDark clouds hang over head,
In the place inhabited by the dead.

There she stands, over him,
Holding a rose in her hand.

She falls to her knees,
& Lets out a cry,
Never did she want to say goodbye.

His life went too fast,
Never did she think he would fly past.

She never knew about all the pain he hid inside,
Never did she know about all the c-u-t-s on his wrists,
Never would she have guessed that he would have taken his own life.

The people standing around his stone wonder why,
Wondering how, or if they could have saved him-

Too LateMy wings are t-or-n,
My heart is s h a t t e r e d,
My spirit is b/r/o/k/e/n
My life is {Finally} over.

My body lies c o l d on the floor.

Why didn't anyone save me?

A New BeginningI have wandered
down these winding roads
for far too long.
Not knowing
what will be lurking
around the next bend.

A new beginning.

Oh, how I've wished
for a chance
to begin anew
and start over again.
Longing for an opportunity
to break free
of society's grasp
and show the real me.

A new beginning.

Moments arose,
but I didn't seize them.
Or, more like
I tried to but couldn't
because I didn't know
who I really was.

A new beginning.

However,
times have changed,
things have happened,
memories have been
pushed away into the depths
of the far reaches of my mind.
Accessible,
but not overwhelming.

A new beginning.

I

1: Introduction"Your name?"

"Amber Clare."

"Your gender?"

"Female."

"Your nationality?"

"American."

"Parents nationality?"

"German father, American mother."

"Siblings?"

"None. I am a single child."

"Your age?"

"Twenty?"

The cold eyes of the gray coated man rest on my face, his pen hesitating on the paper. I shrink under that gaze, fearing it for some reason and yet . . . I still want to pass this test. This simple little test and I don't know why it's so important. In fact, now that I think about it, I don't even know where I am . . . who was this man again? He taps the pen on his tablet, sighs, and scribbles something down before continuing.

"

Maybe is just a game...Full Title: "Maybe is just a game I like to play"

When I'm all alone
I still think of you,
Carrying on, and counting;

Maybe every moment brings us closer.

I like to whisper your name,
And let your face flood my thoughts...
Pretend my whisper could reach your ears,
And you might smile.
That smile that got me through so many lonely nights.
If I could hear your laugh again,

Maybe I would still believe in heaven.

But right now, I'm in hell,
And these voices keep saying it's not over.
Baby, that's a fate I could get used to,
But I know better.
I'm stuck somewhere between
I'm-over-you and I-will-always-love-you;

Maybe it can be

Is It Too Much To Ask?Heaven, where is my angel?
I need him more than ever
my life is danger
send him to me...

Someone who cares
and loves me unconditionally
someone who bears
all my insanity

Forever to be at my side
hugging me when I want to cry

Is there even such guy out there?
I don't believe so
my pleas are in vain
my pain won't let me go

I keep calling & calling
and am left unanswered
I wanna keep trying
but I'll end up hurt

So is it really that hard?
To find a mate for my heart?

I wish I had that someone
that will always understand me
'cause sometimes people
become the enemy

So far solitude's my company
and it too shall abandon me

Her StoryAll she wanted was to be recognised
For who she really was,
They never seemed to understand
She wasn't really that tough.

She pretended not to notice
She hoped it would soon go away,
She put on a happy face, carried on with her life
But she knew it wasn't safe.

You see everyone seemed to bully her
But not the way you would think,
It was more than just a name and a jeer
If you knew, it would make you sick.

She was truly fed up but still carried on
"They'll get bored" Is what she hoped,
But they never did, it all got too much
In the end she just couldn't cope.

So instead of heading home late one night
She stumbled to the woods

DancerShe moves in the shadows of the room
Only lit by a single isolated candle
Her elegance is breath-taking
The way she flows through the dance
Her shadow follows
Matching the movements made by its partner
Together they dance a dance of grace
Emotion pours from her like rain
From every finger tip to every strand of her hair
That had fallen from the rest
Her toes tip
Her body arches
And she falls forward into a pit of misery
She twists and turns fighting her demons
Stretching out her arms
Straightening her legs
Moving with poise
She tries to control her raging motions
But they control her tonight
She stops slowly
She a

LoveWhat do you do with crayons when they break? When they're so worn down you can't draw anything else? When they're in pieces?

You find other crayons, others that are broken and worn down. Crayons that don't want to be used anymore. And you melt them down, mixing them with all the other crayons that don't want to be alive.

You only put the right crayons together: Reds go with oranges, or pinks, or purple, or yellows. Blue with green, yellow, purple. Black and white go with everything, but only certain colors are made for each other. And you'd never put a red and a red together. No, they have to be different, but still similar, in a sense. Unl

Know ThyselfMy subconscious owns me;
I have no control.

I am --
An explicit enigma.
A steadfast storm.
A controlled catastrophe.
A delicate disaster.
An awesome accident.
An intrepid injury.

I am --
Carefully.constructed.chaos.

And sometimes,
Even I don't know me.

Sparkling EyesIt only took o n e look to get me hooked on you my dear.
Your eyes c a p t u r e d me;
{I never want to look away}

Go on, love,
Make me b r e a t h l e s s,
Leave me speechless.

Look me deeply in my eyes,
& Say that you l o v e me,
Watch me melt in your arms,
& Let me lose a l l my troubles as I gaze into your sparkling eyes.

Shh, love,
Your eyes are telling me e v e r y t h i n g I need to hear.
{Iloveyou.I'vegotyou.Ineedyou.Iwonthurtyou.You'resafenow}

I love the way you look at me,
And how whole I feel when you gaze at me so lovingly
{Please,don't ever look aw

shades and tones.give me a canvas,
i'll paint you a picture.
"no," you say.

"Those colors are all wrong."

Innocence LostI'd like to lay in the grass like I used to,
Back when innocence lit my eyes from the inside
And shone through my being like a thousand stars in my skin.

My stars got lost inside my veins somewhere along the way,
When I invited charm to sit with me, and
Traded in grass for soft matresses
And innocence for sin.

My weatherworn skin tore, and everytime
My stars leaked through the cracks leaving scars like comet's tails.
They only shine for a short time,
Until they're just a story that you hope someone will want to hear
Someday.
But my bones are poking through in too many places,
For anyone to believe I'm anything more than fragile.

The VixenThe vixen's teeth enchant the weak of heart;
Resentment settles in my eyes.
Dark hair against pale beauty,
Her skin masks her lies.

I watch her prey tremble,
Lost within a haze.
Her tongue; a wicked tool,
I can't avert my gaze.

Selfishness weaves her web,
Beautiful and pristine.
Though, inside she's tangled;
Her fears remain unseen.

The vixen's heart; a cold, black ruse,
For her eyes scream what she's done.
She looks within her old, cracked mirror;
What have I become?

EuphoriaDon't kiss me so sweetly
The heat of your breath on me
It makes me tremble with delight
Your lips, a shadow in the night
Those fingers, a dance they begin
Tracing patterns over my skin
Your touch makes me shiver
Your touch makes me sweat
Your tongue, oh, it quivers
And makes my neck wet
Please don't stop, no, never
I want this to go on forever
This is euphoria

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You'll Think of Me

by *RiseandBe, Feb 20, 2011, 11:44:17 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

I like to pretend
That you still listen
To each word I choose
With careful precision,

Harboring them in your heart,
For a less complicated tomorrow.

You'll Think of Meby *RiseandBe

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

©2011-2013 *RiseandBe

For my muse.
I miss him tonight.

Also, for

#80: words.
Yea, I already gave up doing them in order.

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~spligity Feb 25, 2011 Student General Artist

the first bit is really great!

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*RiseandBe Feb 25, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

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Mood: Adoration

~Luulee Feb 21, 2011

oh I can totally relate to this right now ):
simply beautiful

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*RiseandBe Feb 21, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Aw, yeaa... it's rough.
But thank you!

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~AmyATOMIC-x Feb 21, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I like the half rhyme in the first stanza.
"listen
precision"
Beautiful writing.

AA<3.

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*RiseandBe Feb 21, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, dear!

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~AmyATOMIC-x Feb 21, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome!

AA<3.

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~joejr63111 Feb 21, 2011

yeah.... i find my self being guilty of forgetting to cherish her words....

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*RiseandBe Feb 21, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

One of my favorite things about him was that he never forgot to cherish mine. He loved my words. Sometimes, I think maybe more than he loved me. If that is even possible.

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~joejr63111 Feb 21, 2011

words are powerful things i fear. they are to be remembered.

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