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IcarusWho are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I touched the sky
I flew too hard and burned too fast
Dreams like mine, they just don't last
I touched the sun on feathered limbs
I satisfied my wildest whims
But I burnt out, and I fell down
My body wasn't ever found
But don't remember me for how I failed
I embody all the dreams that've sailed
So who are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I wasn't afraid to fly.

Death is a GentlemanDo I have a reason to fear Death?

He is kind and he's quiet,
He listens as well;
He'll drive you to Heaven,
He'll cart you to Hell.

His vest is embroidered
With little white curls
He puts flowers in His pockets
Which He gives to the girls.

He likes to eat chocolate,
(Or so I've heard)
And He keeps in a cage
a little pet bird.

His skeletal horses
Always look proper;
His wine is uncorked
and untouched by the stopper.

His shoes are so polished
You can see yourself in them,
His laces are always tied
Just below His pant hem.

His bones are quite sturdy
And never look brittle;
In fact, I have heard
He quite likes to whittle.

Once again all alone
I suppose I must deserve it
I'm clingy and annoying
Obnoxious and dense
Rash and silly
Lazy and obsessive
Sometimes I hate myself
I want to draw people in
But only push them away
I cry so much lately
Because everything hurts
Maybe I'm not meant to be happy
I force my smile
I fake my laugh
Does anyone notice?
Does anyone care?
It's not "Like Me" to be so
Depressed? Upset? Angry?
What is 'like me'?
Someone tell me
Because I don't know myself anymore
Once again, as before
I'm all alone

Meaning of lifeThe meaning of life

Life is beauty
Beauty can be a thing you like.
I like fish.

Thus Meaning of life is fish.

Barefoot   Today I ran barefoot. It's the only way to run. You don't know freedom until you've run without shoes. Without soles weighing you down. Or laces tying you back. Run without inhibitions.

   Today I ran down hills and across busy streets. Feet pounding against hot asphalt. Running through cool, damp, grass. Balancing on curbs. And jogging along walls .

   Today I ran down crowded sidewalks, shoes in hand, not returning glances. Silent questions hang heavy in the air. They watch me as I make my way down the street. I zig-zag past trash bins and over recycle bins. The hurdles of city life.

Description of a PoemThoughts on paper,
Emotions in ink.
Verse that shows
What the artist may think.

Not just words
That rhyme or not.
It's a writer's emotion,
Their deepest thought.

To write great poetry
So deep and true,
It must come from emotions
Deep inside of you.

What you feel is what you write.
It helps to let it all out.
It's the perfect outlet
For those who don't scream and shout.

Do not be afraid
To let the world know.
Say what you think,
And let your emotions go.

Pixie Dust and Fairy TalesLife is not always rainbows,
With pots of gold to be found,
Life is often madness,
In which we can only drown

Life is not perfect,
It forces us often to our knees,
Life is like candy,
It is sometimes bittersweet

Life is not always wonderful,
So many things can go wrong,
But it can be so, so beautiful,
With a joyous, radiant song

Life can leave us angry,
Leave us bitter, leave us worn,
And with so many paths to choose,
Sometimes we feel torn

Life has no magic pixie dust,
To make all things right,
And so we lose ourselves in fairy tales,
To ward away our fright

Life should be about living,
But sometimes it's passion is deni

A Great Artist...A Great Artist

A Great Artist is not someone who gets the Attention
It is not about the Shock and Awe
What really does it mean to be a great artist?
The Answer is within Every Person's Creations

Putting the most Effort into every piece of art
The Determination to never give up
To be Honest and Hard Working
Practice to amplify ones Ability

A great artists is more then Pencil and Paper
It takes Heart, Determination, and Pride
To put a whole being into the art
To work beyond the limits of what they were told

Taking time to give friendly Critique
Learning how to Improve Ones Skill
To be a part of the Community
To B

A Soul's PassingPlace me not, within this ground
To hear no more, a mortal sound
Encumbered by earth, a twisted soul
Covered by death, in this devils hole

I scream, I cry, to no avail
A pity screech, a desperate wail
In this wretched place I be
No more to hear, no more to see

All mourners turn and walk away
Interned in darkness and forced to stay
This knoll is now my resting place
Dried tears are etched upon my face

Six feet under is now my home
No more to wander, no more to roam
A stone is laid upon my head
My body blanketed with a flower bed

Please visit me, although I'm gone
Our bodies wither, but the soul lives on
In hearts o

To Dream.Your dream is placed within your heart
To grow with you and never part
Until the day that you will see
Where all your dreams became reality..

A Lover's Touch.......A scent, a smell, perfumes so sweet
A touch, a taste,  when lips will meet
A sound, a song,  a tune to sing
Such beauty will our senses bring

The mind accepts where the heart will lead
And follows once we plant the seed
Of love and trust and patience made
To build upon the plans being laid

An innocence nurtured so fresh and new
As pure and eager as morning dew
To greet with joy the rising sun
The birth of life has just begun

A word,  a smile,  a sound we make
The touch of souls of which we take
A moment in time for memories seen
Of who we are to where we've been

In life and love we'll j

Mixed MessagesIt scares me to think that just in a blink
Our life,  as it is,  could be gone
As strong is my heart, it could still fall apart
And here I could stand all alone

The sky although blue, has a darkening hue
And will rain with so many tears
The smile on my face, leaves a sneer in its place
Still hiding my stifling fears

Flowers will not bloom,  in a closeted room
For the light is needed to grow
Though memories so dark and feelings are stark
On the winds of change,  they do blow

You see I do feel, what once was so real
But is gone,  as the days do end
Love me please as I sing, like a

DragonsIn my dreams I ride on dragons
Of fire and dew, blood-red
And pure white. In my dreams
I have the confidence to love my body,
But this is dream-shown in the way I flaunt it
And in the way They want it
As They want others. I am
Not the stunted one, second-best with the speech impediment.
I do not compete endlessly with those
Of the bee-stung lips, fragile bones sliding
Smoothly under untainted skin. My dragons and I,
We soar through clouds made of the souls lost
To the soul-less. Our sun is hidden beyond
The mountains in the distance. Those tall towers
With words carved into them,
Words I cannot read from this distance. We
fly

Beautiful DawnDawn, as it breaks
Will give as it takes
A moment of pleasure and pain
The warmth of the sun
To rise and be done
Setting scenes that forever remain

To sigh and to breathe
Is destined to leave
Creating a gap in lives to be had
Shedding a tear
and lost in our fear
Blaming regrets on why we are sad

Breaking a heart
Then tearing apart
The solace in which we are placed
Clawing our skin
To begin yet again
Begging for love in ultimate haste

Take pity on me
See more than you see
Give me courage to keep moving on
It is but a game
To lay all the blame
On love that is broken and gone

Shaking my head
Of lost faith and dread
And

TortureSometimes torture is physical,
It is being pinned against the wall by the bully,
It is being spat on. It is being laughed at.
It is going home and washing the rotten food out of your hair
And the tears from your face.

Sometimes torture is emotional,
It is being ignored by your family,
It is being used by your friends. It is abuse.
It is curling up in bed at night and crying into your pillow
To muffle the sound.

Sometimes torture is mental.
It is self-inflicted and ties you in knots,
It is insanity. It is fear.
It is running when you have nowhere to go and hiding
Behind something that won't cover you.

All torture is pain.

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Sad RealityAnd we are here, inert.
Waiting for nothingness that covers us, we create.
Inevitably we fall again under the same, identical holes,
We walk the same filthy streets,
We breathe the same muddy air,
The eye rests on the same spewed places ...
The impression that everything has changed,
Now it is invariably and certainly will
In future only be an unnecessary appearance...
The last of the things that I want, is to fill
My whole mind of shit ...
Yet it seems absolutely
Impossible, since it is always and everywhere
Horribly, exhaustively and
Invariably this shit, I say.
The only thing I have to do to survive,
Is to get the "smile

Paralyzing emotionsI'm not sure how to start writing on this sheet,
but I know that somehow I have to do this.
Perhaps because they have been too many times that I started,
or at least I tried to write,
inexorably giving up soon after.
Probably my mind refuses to look for big words or great phrases,
Perhaps because it is too deep to analyze
everything I do,
every feeling I feel,
every tear that I verse,
any regret due to something that
I could do before,
I might be able to do now,
but I still do not and
I don't know if I can ever do.
The feelings and pain that fueled my flesh,
are something terribly poignant;
Is as if there was a vortex inside

Behind the scenesThe man is sad and ugly, dissatisfied under the vast sky.
Predictable paradox ...
Eyes constantly blindfolded
Perhaps deliberately bandaged from a feverish madness ...
Eyes that never fail to see
The incessant message that the truth of the world offers us,
Many signals..
The misunderstood haul of ancient beauty,
Prodigiously vain endeavors to permeate the entire ether,
Disillusioned, now aware of being helpless ...
Our human pride, our unhealthy stupor,
Vague for other skies, ephemeral skies mechanical ..
Automatic icy stars
Icy moons of papier mache
And if you go up higher, what we see from up there?
Perhaps a divine gimmick s

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The game of ignorance

by ~Iamaliel, Dec 29, 2009, 7:43:37 AM
Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Spoken Word

We feel the life with a touch of cold, mechanical,
not to be sucked into the vortex of the inevitable
fatuous and hypocritical sentimentality.
This is the description of a selfish thought.
This is what my father has tried to inseminate in my mind from my birth.
Is unrealistic to expect to find sincerity in an embrace never had.
Is childish and stupid to think that the correct perception of things
come out of the mouths of those who gave you life.
Thanks for making me feel and to continue
To make me feel so inadequate.
You are my strength.

The game of ignoranceby ~Iamaliel

Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Spoken Word

©2009-2013 ~Iamaliel

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!biblethumperplz Jan 27, 2010

Here I read my own thoughts...
So much so.. is strange. Makes me think..

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Mood: Love

~Iamaliel Jan 29, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

I'm honored dear..
thank you for all..

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!biblethumperplz Jan 29, 2010

My pleasure...

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!S3PTIC Dec 29, 2009

Seems like my father.. false sentiment for his own selfishness...

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Mood: Affection

~Iamaliel Dec 30, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

yea.. is a tragedy common to many children ..

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!S3PTIC Dec 30, 2009

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