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Magic EyesThe world was at her fingertips,
stretching itself before her.
she unraveled it at will,
then sewed it back together.

She saw the world
not through her eyes,
but with her imagination,
turning gray to gold.

Oh, the People You'll Meet...I watched her sit in the dark corner of the cafe, alone. She seemed very small, though that might have been because she was compressing herself to keep warm. The scarf she wore seemed to be needlework of some kind, however I could never guess the name of the patterned stitches which seemed to hold her together.

I wondered how she was planning to drink her coffee with she scarf covering her mouth like that, but after she rubbed her gloved hands together, one hand - trembling with the cold - took the small cup while the other brought her scarf down below her chin. As she drank, I saw a smile form on her lips, and she brought her other hand to

Things I Couldn't Tell You (Heart of a Poet)If I never had to speak,
I never would.
My language is that of the
pen and paper,
and ink runs through my veins
instead
of
blood.

Living DeathHer cries echo through the darkness…
Her voice a hoarse memory.
Life force fading every day – how does she continue to smile?

A forgotten whisper
chokes out a lost melody as time continues passing by.

She glares at the clock, her make-up ashy and running, hair a mess
from the countless times she's run her fingers through them,
trying to get those hairs out of her face…
The clock – mounted perfectly straight on the wall – stares back,
its thoughtless beat ringing on throughout an empty room.

Envious of it perhaps {Jealous of a clock?},
tears steam down her face as she wishes she could herself become time.
S

CalligraphyWords don’t paint themselves on
the page, like they once did.
Their beauty has escaped me,
almost as if it was never there.

And I stand here with nothing
but the memory of inky kisses
on dry parchment.

Owner of a Lonely HeartAnd no one can stop me
from plunging into the void.

Shattered GlassI was made
for more than this...

Park BenchHeel, toe,
heel, toe,
heel, toe,
stop.

"Waiting for
someone?" asked I
to the man on the
bench.

No siree,
the man replied
I'm just waiting
for the world to change.

And I wondered how it
would change,
when he made no effort
to make it so.

And I realized how small
he felt,
how small I was
and sat with him,

because I didn't have the strength
to stand up.

The Only OneI used to think that I was
A
L
O
N
E
It was me and the moon and the stars and the sky
People
came
and
people
went

We basked in each other's company
Because not often did loneliness --leave us--
Even still, that next morning, loneliness
Stood next to me
There was no you
There was no 'us'
There was just

...me...

I walked
and walked
and walked

I
S
T
U
M
B
L
E
D
and I
F
E
L
L

over
and over
and over
again.

Few people came and
helped me UP
but then they
L
E
F
T
...

Just like
I knew
they would

But... Y.O.U.
are differnet

YOU have |S|T|A|Y|E|D|
by my side
when n-o o-n-e e-l-s-e
did.

We
S
T

Thin EscapeYou're my spider's thread.
A grain of hope
out of this eternal darkness.

But I'm afraid.
If I tug on this thread,
will you pull me out of this hole?

Or will I pull you in with me?

BlindnessFinger pads kiss the window as my
bare feet hug the ground.
Everything is cold, like hearts that forget to
beat.

However, warmth escapes my lips
in a whisper, clouding the mirror
and my vision.

So this is love.

Every Little ThingI remember when I built the wall
around my heart.
Solid brick – several feet thick –
I thought nothing could get through.

Oh, but how wrong I was.

While the big things will simply bang against my fort
in attempts to knock it down,
the little things will find the holes – few as there may be –
and crawl their way inside…

Shutting me down.

After the Storm Comes...?I can only hope
that this pain is
paving
the
road for an even greater love.

Drawing CirclesMy tainted memories
leave purple bruises as night
silences my tears.
I can't help but wonder if this
is what you wanted.

I feel pain at the mention
of your name, just as it was
before. Did you want me to hate you?
Did you ever care about our
friendship?

The laughter…
The love…
The hate…
The pain…

Is this what it has come to?
Do you really
enjoy hurting me this much?

Your Secret's Safe With MeAnd the stars still dance across the sky
like they never even knew
you cried.

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It's a little tattered, but I fixed it.
The sewing isn't the best, and I pricked my fingers once or twice,
but I fixed it for you.

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Once more, I give it to you.
Please treat it better this time;
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but those who do can't help,
don't want to help,
or don't care.

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they turned away,
they changed,
they didn't want to hear it.

The mask is growing stronger, now.
She can turn it off and on without warning.

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I want to puncture my skin...
I want to feel the pain...
I want to see the blood...

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soulless,
emotionless.
Void of feeling anything

outside of this hell.

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a shattered heart,
a lifeless body,
a tortured soul.

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I am nothing [but I was nothing from the beginning]
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Aphasia

by ~DreamAmongStars, Feb 4, 2013, 9:16:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

_{Memories shatter
like the windows caving in
on themselves
in the pressure of your wake.
And I stand there,
dumbfounded,
trying to recover the broken sentence
which had begun to form at my lips.

Air passes between the gap
barely even tickling the pink softness.
Finally, I close my mouth,
and my teeth banging together
sounds just a tad flat today,
signaling my resign.

There was never a more deafening silence.}

Aphasiaby ~DreamAmongStars

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2013 ~DreamAmongStars

Somewhat inspired by Alone on the Water which, even if you don't watch Sherlock (BBC), is one of the saddest things you'll ever read.

Aphasia: (n) the loss of a previously held ability to speak or understand spoken or written language, due to disease or injury of the brain.

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~SnoringFrog Apr 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Always loved the word 'aphasia'.

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=wdnest Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

[link] This work has been featured on journal here. Thanks.

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~DreamAmongStars Mar 6, 2013 Writer

Thanks so much!

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*SovereignSin Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

"Pink softness" in place of mouth and lips was absolutely brilliant. Not sure why that struck me as profoundly as it did, but it needed to be said. Excellent poem.

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~DreamAmongStars Feb 5, 2013 Writer

Thanks! I used it mainly because I felt that if I had said mouth or lips it would seem repetitive :/ I'm glad you like it!

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=wdnest Feb 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Wonderful poem. Congrats.

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~DreamAmongStars Feb 5, 2013 Writer

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

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~H-Sayuri Feb 4, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh I love this~
'specially since we discussed aphasia in my psych class not to long ago xD
Beautifully written^^

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~DreamAmongStars Feb 4, 2013 Writer

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

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