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Home AloneHome Alone.

Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.
You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.
Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.
Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramatic
Scenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.
But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.
You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.
And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.
Increasing the volume on your television set to dis

Reflected InspectionReflected Inspection

Here I am again examining my disfigured figure in the mirror.

Fondling my fat wishing I could trim it down with a pair of scissors.

Relentlessly poking, prodding and picking at my face.

Leaving behind nothing but a black, coarse and scabby trace.

Furiously patting down my cheeks begging them to be smaller.

Standing on the edge of my toes willfully imagining that I am taller.

Folding my ears inwards commanding them to decrease in size.

Hysterically trying to find the beauty they said existed in my eyes.

Scrutinizing my nose using my hands to mould it into my desired shape.

Impatiently withdrawing my stomach to wo

Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.

I thrive and depend on your compliments

And it is only then as a direct consequence,

Am I truly able to write with confidence.

Even though your words are only temporary.

I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,

In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.

My own validation depends on your approval.

Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.

Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.

Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?

When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?

How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?

Of a craft and skill I still think any

ObsoleteObsolete.

Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.

But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.

Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,

As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.

So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.

Just remember this world,

This univ

The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre.

He was described as quiet, shy and socially awkward.
He was not the type to be loud, abrasive and forward.

He was highly intelligent and kept his thoughts to himself.
He didn't posses the tools to communicate with anyone else.

Whenever he spoke, his words felt forced and fake.
Who knew back then how many lives this man could take.

The realisation of his isolation was activated by the school premises.
He was never able to see his peers as friends but only as his nemeses.

But when he was home his alienation became none existent.
He was able to laugh and smile without any form of resistance.

The constant contrast

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 Highway To Success.The Highway To Success.

Caught in the same cycle,
Venturing on different routes.
Dealt an equal amount of cards,
All attempting to follow suit.
Each path is only built for one,
So the other is destined to lose.
The hungry and the blind are equal,
But who is misleading who?
Multiple mouths moulded to lie,
Resulting in many truths.

So when you offer me....
A way out of this unfair world.
An opportunity to avoid the sheer cold.
To have the freedom of being brave innovative and bold.
A place where all of my dreams are promised to unfold.
Where all of my dreams will be mine to grasp and hold.
And my story will become an infamous l

Short-LivedShort-Lived.

Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.

For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.

Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.

We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.

Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.

Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.

So although you may think the worst is yet to come.

No matter the occasion whether it be

Difficult
Distasteful
Distressing
Or disastrous.

At least we were graciously gi

Reassuring PrideReassuring Pride.

I can do this on my own.

I don't require your assistance.

I'm not questioning whether your capable.

Reality Verses The DreamReality Verses The Dream.

Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.

I am embraced by the luminous clouds.

With the stars in reaching distance.

Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.

Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.

Observing the planets that stand like monuments.

This is the place where my body wants to be.

These are the sights my eyes want to see.

This is place where my mind can be free.

This is the only place where I can truly be me.

Now back to reality.

And the self perpetuating insanity.

Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.

Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.

How will I ever be a

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

Domestic AbuseDomestic Abuse.

He's not able to control his temper.
A blank canvas is all he is able to remember.
Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter.
Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender.
She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December.
Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better.

She always forgives him.
Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen.
He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him.
She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him.
Even tho

Taking Things To HeartTaking Things to Heart.

Have you ever had the same problem critics?
Telling you your faults, forcing you to admit it?
Analysing your work till the point you wish you never did it?

Then forming and basing judgements on their observations.
Criticisms are hard to accept regardless of the relation.
Your first natural instinct is to defend your work through conversation.

It's not that their criticisms are not valid.
Sometimes I just take it as their refusing my talent.
This causes me to feel less confident and slightly off balance.

I respect any opinion that anyone has to offer.
Sometimes I just take it as if I'm being told of by my mo

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

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Or is it because the things we want are unattainable?
Maybe the things we already have are too readily available.

This is something I will never understand.
The things we desperately want are always high in demand.
Ironically they also always seem to be some sort of name brand.

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Confined there is no way forward,

And no escape route to look towards.

Forced and fake conversations.

A very time consuming situation,

Words subjected to manipulation.

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The occasional glance over that is always missed.

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Lost in space,

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A spot on my forehead that turns my two eyes into three.
Ears that are unnaturally enlarged and oddly placed.
And an irregular sized nose that elongates the shape of my face.
A jaw that's abnormally wide.
And tesco shopping bags under my eyes which are impossible to hide.
Eye brows that are way too hairy and join in the centre.
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Our biggest fans and critics.
Even if we don't want to admit it.

Sometimes it may seem she's against you.
But her intentions are never meant to hurt or prevent you.

Her only aim is to love and admire.
She doesn't expect you to do everything she requires.

Her assignment is to teach you how to survive.
She will struggle just so that you are not deprived.

She will ground you and pick you up when needed.
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Constructed to protect and provide.
Faithful and loyal and will always remain at your side.

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Changing Lanes

by *KelaLewis-Morin, Oct 20, 2012, 10:52:28 AM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Changing Lanes.

                                                                    Change is continuous.

                                                                         Adjusting may be strenuous.

                                      Some directions will be tenuous.

                                                          Not everyone can afford to be generous.

                         Life may have forced them to become selfish and venomous.

                                        All we have are memories and pictures to remind of what once was.

        They're there to remind us of all the phases, the pain and the love that it now lost.

                      To cope with the change some of us find strength in churches, synagogues and mosques.

But it is impossible to predict where our paths will lead to travelling through the forthcoming fog.

                  All we can do is pin point and note out where exactly in our past junctures we went wrong.

And hope that in the future we will adapt and never make the same mistakes again.

               We must remember no matter how good things are at the moment, nothing stays the same.

We must block out all the other drivers, the red lights and stay focused on our own lane.

                                  Keeping in mind every single lesson and diversion we have unfortunately gained.

                          Knowing that the memory of all those good and bad turns will always remain.

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Changing Lanesby *KelaLewis-Morin

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Something I wrote today inspired by fast and furious five great film lol Just got to thinking about life and driving and tried to link the two with some rhyme lol I hope it works and I hope it makes sense.

~GABanks118 Nov 12, 2012 Student Writer

It hurts my eyes to follow this poem, but the words flow well together. It does what it sets out to do very well.

Oh, I never have figured out how to indent my posts. Is there a piece of code for that or something?

~Slug22 Nov 4, 2012

Nice work

~DSteffi Oct 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Nice. I like the rhymes most especially at the beginning. The flow was great but wavered just a little bit in the progressing lines. Still, beautiful poem. I like it.

~CRMdrummergirl Oct 28, 2012

As a driver and as a teen, I can really relate to this. and fast 6 is coming out this coming may. yay

~Michel-le-fou Oct 28, 2012

I agree to all.

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