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One of Many.One of Many.

I'm afraid of your judgments.
I'm afraid of what you will think of me.

So I make subtle adjustments
And become someone you want me to be.

I hide behind my mascara and concealer.
Smile and respond when instructed.

I'm not smart or sexy enough to be a leader.
So I allow myself to become conducted.

I allow myself to become obstructed.
I allow myself to become abducted.
I allow myself to become corrupted.
I allow myself to become artificial.
I allow myself to become superficial.
I allow myself to become egotistical

And live behind a carefully applied screen.
Because my real face can never be seen.

It's easier to act
Fri-end-ship.Fri-end-ship.

When I talk, you don’t listen.

You’re just waiting for your turn to speak.

You view every conversation as a competition.

All I can see is the unstoppable movement of your cheeks.

The flow of communication is always re directed back to you.

Almost as if everyone must hear what you have to say.

I’m not denying that half of what you say could actually be true.

But how can so much happen to a person in just one mere day.

What makes it worse is that your stories get recycled and repeated.

I zone in and out of your speeches and know exactly what happens next.

My place in the conversation is to respond and
Questions.Questions.

Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.

Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.

The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.

Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.

Even though we may feel defenseless.

The possibilities are endless.

The opportunities are relentless.

Opinions become senseless

And still we lie restless.

Attempting to solve the unsolvable

And control the uncontrollable.

To know th
The BulliedThe Bullied.

He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever he had the chance.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He refused to submit to their ignorant demands.

He told his teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They said they would find a rapid way to solve them.
Somehow his confessions filtered through the grape vine.

The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only label him as a troubled teen.
But he yearned for their understanding and supportive remarks.

Eventually he tried tal
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.

You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.

When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.

As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.

You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.

But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool

Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than tw
Inside Out.Inside Out.

Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.

The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.

Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.

All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.

Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.

The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.

You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.

So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t be
Wasted Words.Wasted Words.

We wait for the last possible moment.
Even when confronting our opponents.

To reveal,
How we truly feel.

We hide behind our counterfeit expressions.
Conceal and contain our countless confessions.

Failing to announce,
What our mouths long to pronounce.

We purposely squander opportunities.
Maintaining our positions within our communities.

Avoiding any disclosure,
Reducing the risk of exposure.

We use humour to dilute what we actually say.
Because the truth does not have to be revealed today.

We know there always is a tomorrow,
So today has not got to be filled with sorrow.

We wait and wait.

                Stall and pr
SurvivalSurvival.

Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.

Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.

We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.

We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.

We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as w
ArtArt.

Imagine...

The world is your canvas.

Society is your paint brush.

The people are your choice of colours.

What kind of picture would you paint?

How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?

Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?

Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?

I ask because every portrait I create,

Is inspired by what is already in front of me.

So is it possible to even recreate,  

Anything that the mind is not able to see.

The picture will always be the same

Because this life is all we know.

Where there is compassion there must be pain

Because it us who made
The Show Must Go On.The Show Must Go On.

You’re meant to be sad,
As long as the flowers last.
Well at least that’s what they say.
Then why do I still feel bad,
Even though time has passed.
I find myself thinking about you everyday.
After mourning and mourning,
On the dawning of the next morning.
Your unplanned departure will still be daunting.
How am I supposed to grasp your sudden disappearance?
When every time I close my eyes I can see your appearance.
How can I class your death as an untimely interference?
One that is destined to occur throughout my life time and time again.
These engraved names are the people I call my family, confidants and
Self-InflictedSelf-Inflicted

I just hate myself.
  I hate the life that I lead.
    I hate the things that I've done.
      I keep trying to figure out.

       Where it is exactly that I went wrong.
    No matter how hard I try to evade
  And blame others for my actions.
At some point I am forced to accept.

  That the problem resides within me
    And the answer remains absent.
      I am the common dominator.
        I am
Money, money, moneyMoney, money, money.

I laugh even though I don't find it funny.
How stressed I am because of my lack of money.

How much my life actually depends upon it.
How much the fate of my future actually rests upon it.
How easily you can lose friends because of the lust for it.
How friends can become enemies just because of the hunt for it.
My stress levels increase to the point where I have had enough of it.
I bury my woeful head because I know it is impossible to run from it.
Although I will always need money, I will never have any love for it.

Without money would there be such a thing as rich and poor?
Will the streets still be filled wit
A Step Too FarA Step Too Far.

She just couldn't take it anymore.
She threw her purse and her child's lunch box on to the floor

Of the fourth storey of the local car parking complex.
The lord only knows what will possibly happen next.

She begins tugging on her hair furiously in agitation.
Talking to herself having an in depth conversation.

Pacing up and down and aggressively talking in tongues.
Labelling herself as an unfit lover and mother to her husband and son.

Tears begin to cascade from her face violently.
She didn't tell her husband about her woes instead she chose to silently

Keep it to herself and let it eat her up inside.
But eventually
Man Made the Money.Man Made the Money.

We think that if we had more money everything would be different.
That we would suddenly be able do all the things we always desired.
Because the lives we lead right now have become predictable and consistent.
And should we choose to, we could be the ones that are rejoiced and admired.

We could be the ones on the front cover of every magazine.
We could be the ones appearing on everyone’s television screen.
We could be the ones that the paparazzi haunt and terrorise.
We could be the ones that have our every move televised.
With the aid of money we could have unlimited vacations
And have access to an infinite amount
ParanoiaParanoia.

I don't want to be this way.

But I can't help but feel this way.

No matter what you do

Or what comforting words you say.

My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.

My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.

Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.

My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.

And that's why no matter how much I love you.

For some reason I will always feel cheated.

So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.

You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.

There are only so many false accusations you can take.

The
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Absence.


I hate the thought of coming home to an empty room.

It is a scenario my mind is not able to consume.


Even though I know you will be back soon.



I still have to wait for your return,




In order for my life to resume.



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Absence.by *KelaLewis-Morin

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A little something I wrote inspired by my girlfriend. I wanted to explore the whole meaning of absence makes the heart grow fonder and the impact it has on a couple. I wanted to keep it simple and explore the use of space to further exemplify the notion of absence. I hope it works and I hope you guys like it :)
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~havemusic-willblast Jan 26, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
The simplicity's really cool, man. Still strong though
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~tommyboywood Jan 26, 2013  Professional Writer
uhh... reconsider lol
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~tommyboywood Jan 26, 2013  Professional Writer
nice but please resonsider your spelling of the title - it's driving me CRAAAAZY! lol
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~IncorporealRover Jan 22, 2013
I love it all excluding the last line. I AM NOT BEING MEAN WHEN I SAY THIS. Maybe it's just me not getting that attached to people, I don't like being alone but I hate people? that is contradictory.
I like... Feeling others presence. Yet. I don't need nor often want to have conversations with PEOPLE.

Then again You made me think enough to do that ^ so... Great job!
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~Willow-Pendragon Jan 23, 2013   General Artist
Hope you don't mind me saying,
but I understand that feeling or well the scenario so very well,
simply glad to see that in writing from someone else for once.
Overall, I enjoy writing, if ever I had someone special,
I suppose that is what it would feel like, if only slightly.
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~IncorporealRover Jan 23, 2013
I wonder if it's utter torment though.... So dependent upon another...
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~Willow-Pendragon Jan 23, 2013   General Artist
..In a way i would find that draining to one's own self. I usually try to strive to be as less of a hassle or burden to anyone else's own problems or situations.
So I suppose I wonder as well, ass to how that feels mentally on their well being..
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~IncorporealRover Jan 24, 2013
As do I.
I've never been in love. I think it be rather awful. prehaps wonderful. or scary... I don't know...
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~Willow-Pendragon Jan 24, 2013   General Artist
Likewise, I would think it to be painful, especially if the feelings are not reciprocated.
I'd rather not be really, in the end, I just don't think there would actually Be anyone for me.
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~IncorporealRover Jan 25, 2013
There are over 7 billion people in the world at the moment and population is rising. Surely there is someone... just not so dependent on each other. Not having to talking everyday, just feeling each others presence even from far away...
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