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My Fellow SufferersWe have Fallen, this much is true.
We have Fallen and now we are paying the price
for something that we did not do.
We must all atone for an invisible sin;
suffer and toil and despair for therein
lies no salvation for the human race.
We all fight a daemon with an invisible face,
straddled atop the boiling pot,
addled as we consider our lot.
Our only promise is certain death,
meanwhile we must battle with strife.
So until we draw upon that final breath
we are all sentenced to life.
We are riddled with wrinkles and creases;
we are all together stressed and forlorn.
All of us fight a war that never ceases
because we committed the crime of being

My LoveI love you...

Your broken mess,
Your heartlessness

Your selfish might,
Your bitter light

Your broken hope,
Your suicidal rope

Your dried up tears,
Your painful years

Your endless struggles,
Your loveless cuddles

Your numbing emotion,
Your lack of devotion...

I love you.
Despite it all.

Frigid.Without you I'm a winter heart:
a cold sunset and
a cloudy sunrise,
a night on my shoulder
like a ten minute dream
amidst the silent snow --

nothing lasts forevermore.

Ice on fire,
a melting dream,
three ways to
break apart;
will you feel anything at all
when the rain stops and
when the heart freezes?

my life by bookswhen I was six I read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
I added a door to the hallway in my mind
the room behind that door became a world of candy and pranks and sugary snow

when I was eight I read the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
in my hallway, suddenly, a carved wooden doors appears
behind it are talking animals, magic, dryad, and the perfect fairytale that never ends

when I was ten I read the Golden Compass
the next door in the hall was old and glowing a metallic gold
the world therein is more focused, more hopeful, my life mixed with armored bears, witches and talking souls

when I was twelve I read Night
this world had no door, it

Death of a RebelWe sleep in peace and little know
How fearsome is the world around
The darkness in the velvet nights
Is even darker than your thoughts
And right beneath this scheme is might
A power greater than we sought
Like living love or living fear
we’ll never leave or go so near
A brutal source of all our pain
A realm repulsed by every vein
Where scars were opened
Tears were shed and blood was bled
A tired widow is now sleeping in a bed
She never knew this bed before but it is where
Her life would leave for a lasting visit to the dead
She spoke to silence her forever lasting words
“I’ll never let them break me up”, she always sai

That Girl is a HeroShe's fighting demons in her sleep
To escape to the break of day
Scars all over her skin
She can't recall how they came to be
Or maybe she doesn't want to tell
Who knows?
It doesn't matter
That girl
Is a hero

No controlMy hands
they feel so...

cold.

I'm trying to hold on to something I can barely reach.

My hands are shaking, so so so bad.

Please just tell me everything is going to be okay.

That nothing bad will ever happen to me again.

This is the worst feeling ever.
To
Have NO
control over anything
The only choice you have

is just to go
N
U
M
B

You Loved The LovelessYou are holding my heart
Like you're holding my hand
I'm not falling apart
As you're helping me stand

I was losing myself
And just falling through cracks
Till you snuck up with stealth
And helped me to get back

You ignored the dark
You saw the light
You loved the loveless
Back to life
You held my hand
And helped me fight
You helped the helpless
Make things right

You still smile at me
Like the very first day
And you make me feel free
And you make me feel brave

I will do all I can
Just to make you feel good
I will do all I can
I will do all I should

You still make me smile
And you still make me laugh
You help me close my e

VictimizedYou always play the Damned,
victimized.
I become condemned a liar,
cast aside for truthing,
you play Prey.

I am to blame,
all me, all me
apparently.
Like succubus,
once beautiful, you captivated me.
Now, Demoness;
blame me, I’m the vampire
extracting your ambiance.

Encase yourself, lock you away;
‘Do harm no more,’
you scream,
ambuscade,
as hands grapple your throat
from between the bars.

The hands you forced;
they aren’t mine,
but those you volunteered
for yourself.

I may have hurt youI may have hurt you, I probably have.
But this is a story of me, not of you,
And not of the things I have done,
To bite through your skin.

This is a story of little me,
Crumbled and broken.
Hidden by all the crap you throw,
Like knives through acid rain.

This is a story of little me,
Choking and heaving.
Trying so hard to swim, to clean,
All the oil like pain you feel.

This is a story of little me,
Frozen and stuck.
Unable to move through the words,
That form my glacier heart.

This is a story of little me,
Smouldering and burning.
My actions burning bridges as I run,
And I am flames and ashes.

This is a story of little me,
Safe and prese

We're No GoodI'm holding on to you, you're holding on to me
One day we're okay and the next we're arguing
What happened those days where we just were enjoying each other's company?
Where we wanted nothing more than to just be with each other?
But now we're going down, down, down, it's sad to see
Especially when at one point, this was it, you and me, together happy, laughing
This was it, this was the one, the silly "Forever and ever" saying
But now it's you and me, arguing, are we really happy now, honestly?
What are we fighting for now? Why are we still here? I'm wondering
Is this still what we really wanted? Or is it because we just don't know how to let go?
Are we holding on to something that's not meant to last?
I wonder if you think about these things too

What does it Matter?I shed a tear tonight
Under the falling snow
The reason isn’t right…
A dreadful reason to know

I cried for your happiness
And down that road you had to go
I cried for your love
A love I truly would never know

As I rose from my back to stand
I fell upon my knees
No longer with the strength to stand
Not knowing how that could be

I wish to write you a letter
But what good would that do
Even if you were to read my words
You couldn’t be bothered to reply

It’s not that you are living a hectic life
It’s just that life you choose to live
Has no room for me to be involved
Even if it’s just a simple corresponden

UntitledSomewhere in the forest
A wolf cries to the moon
So I begin to ponder
Alone here in my room
As to what the wolf is after
When it calls out to the moon
I think I thought of something
But I fell asleep too soon.

An ice cream tradition without youI ride to sonic alone on my bike
I ordered the ice cream that we both like
Even when we weren't together
We still ate ice cream in cold or hot weather
It didn't taste the same
But what could I blame
The treat that we both liked to eat just wasn't as sweet
I took it with me and headed down the street
I couldn't eat it alone so i headed back home
The sun decided to leave and as it did it got dark
As I passed my neighbors I could hear their dogs bark
I put the ice cream away and took a shower
After that i tried my to taste it again the next hour
The ice cream makes my teeth get cold
I remember the time when our hands use to hold
Our ice cream tradition was meant for two
Its just not the same without you

Number FourI miss you.
Today in art, our only class together, you sit at the neighboring table
With your other friends
That’s fine with me, I promise.
Still leaves me a little lonely, but I want you to be happy.
Do what you like.
But I spent the hour faking it.
Pretending to enjoy just their company.

I miss you.
I waited for your text yesterday.
You always text me first.
It never came.
And I’m too proud to send the first text.
So I just waited.
It wasn’t until today at 7:33 PM
My phone called “Toasty!” and I read your “Hey”.

I miss you.
I didn’t get to see you yesterday.
Didn’t speak a word to you

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Roses are red,

by *Never-Butt, Mar 8, 2013, 1:29:24 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Traditional Fixed Forms

_{Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I don't know why,
But I think I love you.

The sun shines bright,
The moon glows too,
I have one reason to live,
And that reason is you.

The grass is shiny,
With morning dew,
I lay looking up,
Thinking of you.

And so I come,
To the end of my poem,
Please be mine,
For my heart to have a home.}

Roses are red,by *Never-Butt

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2013 *Never-Butt

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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Apr 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

It is a wonderful declaration of love. I really like it

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*Never-Butt Apr 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

_{Aw, thank you very much. ^u^}

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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Apr 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

You are very welcome

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*MidnightTheUmbreon Mar 8, 2013 Student Digital Artist

As wonderful as when you first showed me it ;w;
You have a way with words~

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*Never-Butt Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

_{Thankyou sissie. <3}

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*x-KlNG Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Beautiful

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*Never-Butt Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

_{Thankyou. ;/w/;}

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=FlareTheFerret Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Very nice! Rhymes are wonderful.

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*Never-Butt Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

_{Thanks Flare. <3 ;w;
I can't normally rhyme. But this came naturally for some reason. xD}

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=FlareTheFerret Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Sometimes love poetry is just what people are good at. I think if you stuck to it, you could seriously do something with that talent.

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