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Shave away the negativeDo me a favor, and grab me that shaver.
For there is lots of bad that make me feel sad.
No more of the past, I want it gone fast!
I just want to shave it away and make a brand new day.
Don't question my command, it's not a demand.
It's just a favor from you, my friend so sweet and true.
I can't deal with the thought of what my past has brought.
I just want to shave it away and make a brand new day.
What's more to ask for if the past makes me real sore?
The regrets I hold are getting very old.
I want to start anew, and my mistakes be few.
I just want to shave it away and make a brand new day.
And with the past left back, I can join the right pack
of people so positive and so deeply intuitive.
These "angels" I've seen have wiped my past clean.
What can I say? I've made a new day!

Trust BustTrust...
It takes a lot of time and effort to build up.
Trust...
it takes just a little bit of effort to break.

You meet a new friend wherever it may be.
"You have so much in common with me!"
Being able to trust this person is what you see.
You think it's as easy as one, two, three.

...Games and pizza.
Oh man you beat me!
Laughter all the way...
Bubbly bubbly energy.

Downright sad...
"my day was bad!"
"I'm here for you;
I'll be a friend, that's true!"

Secrets... shh.
Exchanging them ear to ear...
"I never knew that about you...
it's all coming clear!"

But with one quick motion,
WHOOSH!
SHATTER!
The mirror of trust is br

A World So ColdIn a world so cold
It is hard to find
Someone who cares

In a world so cold
It is hard to find
Someone who doesn't look down on you

In a world so cold
it is hard to find
Someone to catch you

In a world so cold
It is hard to find
Someone to hold you

In a world so cold
It is hard to find
Some one to keep it together

But in this world so cold
There are some people

Who smile with you

Laugh with you

Cry with you

Hold tight onto you

Lend a hand to you

Walk the long road with you

Support you

Care for you

Though these things
Are few and far between
In a world so cold
It is these simple gestures

Of kindness

Of friendship

Did You Feel It?Did you feel it?
Did you feel me forget you?
Like I had given up,
And let go of you.

I got out before you lit the match.
I left before I could get hurt even more.
Did you feel it when I pulled away?
Did you feel like I was ready to leave?

I hope someday you think back,
To when you had everything right in your arms.
I hope something reminds you of us,
And what we had.
But most of all I hope you think about
How you lost someone who loved you very much.

So did you feel it that day?
Did you feel me forget you?
Did you feel like I was ready to leave?
Did you feel it when I pulled away?
Because I did.

Writer's BlockMy pen will not flow
Across this paper as it
Should.
The blockage is
Unbearable.

I crave my black thoughts
inked on white paper.
It should be a sin
To feel so helpless in your own
Mind.

WantingCan you hear my whispered words,
Or am I only a ghost in your world
Of turmoil and frustration?

I call out to you,
My silent screams
Going unheard
Once Again.

I reach for you,
Yet my fingertips
Slip strait through
Your skin.

I cannot comfort.
I cannot hold.
I am but a shattered soul,
Unable to uphold
The wanting of your every
Desire.

sense and sensesMy tongue drips wet with gentle lyrics
from a passionate soul.
My heart beats strong through the choking,
Burning heat of sorrow.
My fingertips paint the world transparent with words,
Both tender and rough.
My eyes speak ethereal, aching, and silent triumph
Over societal acceptance.
My feet hold ground through the stampede:
ruthless, mindless masses.
My ears ache under the pressing chaos
That constantly invades.

The Light in DarknessThere will always be
darkness
despair
poverty
and war
But there will always be a light
no matter how small
to look to.
We just have to believe it's there.
Our light has a name.
It's Hope.

SuicideSuicide, the word rings in my ear;

I get out a knife, and I don't show fear.

I write down such, a long pretty letter....

Knowing my life, can not get better....

I know if I stay, the pain wont go away

I lose more hope, every single day.

I sit in my room, tears in my eyes

Remembering all, those horrid lies.

I see my depression, is going to win.

I start to cut open, my broken skin.

Blood oozed from, my fragile wrist.

Soon, so soon, I wont exist.

I cut open the other, blood rushes out.

Yet I don't yell, and I don't shout....

Now comes, the biggest test,

Building the courage, to stab through my chest.

I hesitate a bit, my heart sc

Cracked ChordsThe strings of my heart
play the tune you wish to hear.
They reverberate
with the song you sing.

Yet,
a string has broken,
and in your desperation
to hear my heart's sweet melody
my sound has become wobbly.

My instrument cannot fulfill
the things you wish for.

Replacement is what it fears
as you become more irate
at the
cra
   cked
chor
    ds
errupting from my twisted heartstrings.

I can but watch as you
s
l
  i
   p
from my grasp.

My heart becomes a knotted mess.
Please untie it
and I will gladly play your beautiful chords
once
again.

Only GlassMy body made of glass
I teeter on the edge of that terrifying
cliff.
How can I avoid this dark,
gruesome ending?
I scream for help
as I tip further forward,
but no one hears my
wanton
cries.
All efforts made would be
futile.
Alas,
I have served them well,
I
thought
now
plummeting
to
my
demise.

Yet,
to my pleasant
surprise
a hand reaches
from the deep cavern of my death,
saving my fragile form from sure horrible pain
and mortification.
I laugh and silently,
having no true lips to speak,
thank my wonderful savior
as they press my brim
to their lips
for a light

China Doll.Chipped though she was, she stood proudly.
In the light of the morning
She was a beautiful artwork,
The masterpiece of a man with
All the time in the world.

Thank you Haiku        Thank you all so much
       For being so supportive.
           I owe you a lot.

I am an Artist.I am an artist;
An artist of deep words
and elongated sentences.

I cannot stroke a paper
and create beauty
with paint and pencils.

The beauty I create, though,
is made to be read;
understood.

I know,
no one likes the person
complaining,
but surely
others must have noticed
the inequalities
between one
who creates worlds with paint
and another
who creates worlds with ink.

We are one in the same.
We have one purpose really.

We are all artists.

My Scars from LifeI feel the scars
on my soul
will never fade away.
The cut are so deep
that they won't ever heal.
The wounds are from battle
with myself and others
And from carrying burdens
I was not meant to carry.
What has the world done to me?
Why has it scarred me this way?
More importantly,
What scars did you contribute?

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Erasing the Past

Wed Nov 21, 2012, 6:29 PM

The past... it hurts.

So much pain...

so much regret...

so much drama.

Memories so painful,

memories so taunting,

memories so terrifying

that I can't help but to remember.

What about the beatings?

What about the rapes?

What about the bullying...

or the suicide attempts?

...the very things that hide

the true and loving me.

For I put on a mask;

a mask to protect myself.

---

So now I pick up

this magical eraser.

I place it on my past

and I erase it away.

Squeak! Rub!

scratch! Blow!

Never... going...

to remember... again!

---

My past is no more.

I have erased it away.

I can go on now

and live a normal life.

...or can I really?

Can I really go on?

Could I live normally

and not be affected?

Without the past memories,

I'm scared and lost in the world.

I'm fearful of the unknown;

I don't know what to do.

I try to make friends,

but all I do is shy away.

I try to be loving to everyone,

but all I see is hate.

---

I thought you would work...

magical past-erasing eraser!

I can't understand why;

it's supposed to remove errors.

And as I look down,

on my paper of past memories,

I notice something heart-breaking;

my past was written in pen.

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~TheFireInsideUs Jan 31, 2013

Only Jesus can wipe away the past

~infinitelove143 Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I personally don't believe in the past, present, or future spiritually. I believe man created time and that God is infinite

But as a human that's what it feels like.

~TheFireInsideUs Feb 1, 2013

Interesting

~infinitelove143 Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah... it's true.

One thing you can try and do. Focus on life... on what's going on. Don't focus on the pain... it'll make it hurt worse when you do.

~TheFireInsideUs Feb 1, 2013

I definetly agree with you

~infinitelove143 Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

^^ Enjoy life to the fullest

*Samplle Dec 4, 2012

hi, if you kill the past, you kill your soul

~infinitelove143 Dec 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Very true

This isn't written about me this was written in reflection of one of my very close friends.

...though I quite often suspect a past life that I've had that was horrid... cause I have hallucinations about it that feel so much like flashbacks.

~SourAir Dec 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is really good! You're a very talented writer!

~infinitelove143 Dec 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you

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