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In Your Eternal Beauty
i'm scared to death
my fear of heights
has finally caught up to me
the higher i climb
the harder i'm bound to fall
for you
and i've taken the highest ladder up
to the very tippity-top
of you
the skyscraper obstructing
my once infinite
view of the world beyond
love is blind
love is blinding
you deprive me of all my senses
the very worst part?
it will never
go
away
because the beauty in your face
the dark silkiness of your hair
your pretty, soft lips
the gentle dexterity of your hands
the tenderness of your touch that,
even in it's soft nature
sets my body ablaze
the feeling you give me when your skin meets mine
your pearl-white smile that melts me to my core
and cuts through my heart like a hot knife
through softened butter
your precious laughter that can
put me to sleep like a lullaby
maybe even your magnificent voice
as clear as a bell and
as comely as a songbird
ready with songs and words i could listen to
for the rest of my life
all of these will someday be gone
but your brilliant m
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A Great Nation Stands on the Bones of the Hopeless
I had known him forever
My caretaker
He taught me many things
And he was an efficient businessman
He had always told me that he had a large estate
And lots of friends
But I don’t think he had any real friends at all
But even so…
He was gentle
He was kind
And I loved him truly
For the royal pain that he was
But that was hundreds of years ago
I began to feel tired and repressed
I couldn’t stand for his rules any longer
And he wouldn’t stop telling me what to do
“Sit up straight!” he says
“Dress properly!” he demands
“You are a good Christian boy!” he protests
One day I had had enough
So I set sail
To a beautiful and unexplored terrain
Full of stories of rich lands, plentiful mines, and native savages
I looked her into her eyes and I knew
That she was beautiful
She had skies of blue
Wheat of golden blonde
And nurturing soil
She had amber skin
And her sweet breath blew through
Her rich emerald hills
And her bright orange sun scorc
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Old Soul
I am an old soul
And I feel as if I have died alone every lifetime before
I walked hunched over my feet
My heavy heart weighs me down
Like a ball and chain
Of empty words
I cannot recall
And broken thoughts
I cannot repair
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The Impossible
Sometimes my heart breaks and aches and falls in love for the impossible
The images with glorious existences that don’t exist at all
They capture the girl on the outside
My face goes blank, my mind, numb
They tie my arms and legs
They gag my mouth
Steal away my eyes
Dragging my soul by the hair
Into a wonderland
Perfect and imperfect
The strong, protective hand
The eyes that glow like illuminated sapphire orbs
The one with hair like the night sky
Black, but illuminated with shining stars
The lost and forgotten
The abandoned and forsaken
They would cling to me as if they had nobody else
As if I had shown them a way through an unlit cave
Fantasies bounce around my head
Swords clash, the sound echoing through my bones
Desire and yearning pound against my skull
My sanity shatters like glass, as a result
My heart wanders like a lost child
Lonely, it wanders about a thorny path
Wondering why it cannot heed Mind’s logic
The impossible feelings that it can’t confront
It can o
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I'm crazy
I'm horny
I'm obsessed
I'm unstable
Too passionate
Too heated
Too much
I'm lovesick

I throw myself all-in
For anyone who is beautiful
Because I'm broken
Right?
My father wasn't there
My other father, emotionally absent
So that means I'm desperate
Right?

But how can I help it?
A heart like mine
Inundanted
Overflowing with love
Romance
Sexual longing
I lie in bed dreaming
Someone will awaken me
Exasperated
It has nowhere to go
When the recipient is a no-show
When they leave you in the cold, the snow
And even then Cupid stretches his bow
The perfect target:
The frustrated
The isolated
The abandoned
I don't know what love is supposed to be
What's it to me?
How do I make them see?
What should I let them see?
Will they be afraid of me?
I know-
They can hold the key
They can bring the best in me
My body may be a temple
But my heart, my mind, my soul, my dignity
From the day I knew my own virginity
Is as open as it can be
Because I am lonely
Because secretly
I want you inside me
Something inside me
Because I am empty
Fill me with something
Love
Hate
Regret
Against my morals
But who gives a shit
Love seems to come so easy
For those who don't even have the feelings
No guts, no glory
What gives them to right to stomp all over me
Knowing they can't even have me?
They're ugly

Am I ugly?
I have to say these things
Because they can't look me in the face
I can give them personal space
I need the deepest edges of their conscience, that's all
Past the shell, I want the flesh, the juice
Inside his walls
For what he's thinking, I'd chase him up and down the halls
For God's sake
Am I beautiful?

Give me a piece of your mind
Dad wasn't there to teach me
Nevermind
It's about time I leave that all behind

These wavering uncertainties haunt like ghosts
Of self-awareness
Self-love
Self-acceptance
I will never be able to revive
So here I am, trying to survive
My true love imprisoned inside
Like a bird in a cage
Trying to turn back time to an age
When there was someone around
To tell me
I wasn't insane
That I was loving, caring, abundant
In something
That would make a beautiful someone
Like myself
Happy
Blasphemy

To you every word I utter is
Broken
Beaten
Basket case
Love is for fools
Lust makes the rules
You mistake my praise
For wanting to suck on your tool
Give me a break!

They sit and fester now
In the once overflowing cauldron
Of sweet, pure affection
And now that it's all destroyed
It's too late for a resurrection
Now my words are hollow
I have no more confessions
Everyone knows them all
If I couldn't give you my body
The least I could do was give you everything else
As compensation

But somehow there's still an ache in my chest
A parasite, an affliction
A shadow of the purity
Previously in my possession
My flesh may be innocent
But my head is fucked up
It's tarnished
And I blame you

I swear to God
I just want to be something else
Not another girl in the crowd
Who's innocence is shrouded
In a self-doubt
Of a completely different color
A nasty hue of bodily sin
Let's remember the world we live in
Whore or prude
Not to be crude but it's a
Black and white world
One or the other
Pick one
None for me, thank you
Violate my head
Instead
It's easy
The only fantasy
I want to be reality
Is somebody who loves me
For me

Screw your head back on
Think with something other than your dick
Maybe I'll start thinking with something other than my heart

Otherwise,
It's terminal
I'm lovesick
Lovesick
This poem was a bit vague to some people. I will explain myself.
There seems to be a strange stigma around emotions and love. This poem mainly centers around clinginess and longing associated with past mistreatment by other male figures in a woman's life. The struggle is between being too prudish or too revealing. In choosing to be sexually inactive, for fear of feeling "dirty," the person will give too much emotionally to their person of interest instead, for fear of losing them because of their possible desire for sex. The person, who is afraid to give their body, gives everything else in compensation.
I despise the fact that I poured out such a sensitive message onto a piece of paper to begin with. I do feel that this poem is a direct reflection of my struggles with romantic relationships. Being as young as I am (I am sixteen), boys my age are very interested in sex, while I, being a devout Catholic and raised without a biological father (and with an emotionally absent, almost abusive, stepfather in his stead), was always looking for ways to make that person I love stay without giving them my body so willingly.
My stepfather that I live with now has never called me beautiful. He has never said that he loves me. And to be honest, I do not love him. He makes my younger sister feel worthless by saying that "she has no redeeming qualities." My sister, being belittled and framed all of her life by being labeled as the "bad child," now is an active drug user and has slept with people she doesn't particularly care for, which is something I find pitiful. I believe something as intimate as making love should be reserved for only the very closest single person in your life. My biological father left my family without saying anything when I was six years old. He can say whatever he would like to make up for all of the years of missing my sister and I growing up, but he still left my mom and my sister and I alone.
Ever since I knew what a divorce was, I had no faith in others when it came to my body. My mind was an open book. But my body was more precious than a chapel. I promised myself I would never let a man take my body and then forget about me like our sexual exchange was insignificant.
I don't know how to explain my strange way of thinking. I am not even entirely sure that my family life has anything to do with my current philosophy of romantic relationships. Maybe I have been exposed too much to girls my age acting so carelessly: being called sluts, being bullied to death, handing themselves over to people they don't even know, getting drunk at parties and then having sex, regrettably, or worse, getting raped by a complete stranger. Self-confidence cannot be the reason for these things. Having casual sex does not sound liberating or strong to me. The choice is theirs, I will respect their choices nevertheless. I will find strength in my chastity. Soon I will find someone who won't abuse my feelings. That person will treat my body like the chapel that it is.
I could be completely twisted, however. The concept of virginity and the "sacred" act of intercourse may be nothing but a farce. It is not what I believe.
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i'm scared to death
my fear of heights
has finally caught up to me
the higher i climb
the harder i'm bound to fall
for you
and i've taken the highest ladder up
to the very tippity-top
of you
the skyscraper obstructing
my once infinite
view of the world beyond

love is blind
love is blinding
you deprive me of all my senses

the very worst part?
it will never
go
away

because the beauty in your face
the dark silkiness of your hair
your pretty, soft lips
the gentle dexterity of your hands
the tenderness of your touch that,
even in it's soft nature
sets my body ablaze
the feeling you give me when your skin meets mine
your pearl-white smile that melts me to my core
and cuts through my heart like a hot knife
through softened butter
your precious laughter that can
put me to sleep like a lullaby
maybe even your magnificent voice
as clear as a bell and
as comely as a songbird
ready with songs and words i could listen to
for the rest of my life
all of these will someday be gone

but your brilliant mind
the knowledge you hold
an neverending encyclopedia of wisdom
i didn't even know could wriggle it's way
into this mortal existence
you are my clarity
your soul with all of its perplexing dimensions
every angle of your beautiful heart
made of the richest and purest material
my guess is that it ought to be made of solid gold
forget the entirety of this world
everything i need
is within you
the radiance of your person
is forever
thus, so is my limerence
my lovesickness
my heartthrob
my helplessness
my weakness
I had known him forever
My caretaker
He taught me many things
And he was an efficient businessman
He had always told me that he had a large estate
And lots of friends
But I don’t think he had any real friends at all
But even so…
He was gentle
He was kind
And I loved him truly
For the royal pain that he was

But that was hundreds of years ago

I began to feel tired and repressed
I couldn’t stand for his rules any longer
And he wouldn’t stop telling me what to do
“Sit up straight!” he says
“Dress properly!” he demands
“You are a good Christian boy!” he protests
One day I had had enough
So I set sail
To a beautiful and unexplored terrain
Full of stories of rich lands, plentiful mines, and native savages
I looked her into her eyes and I knew
That she was beautiful
She had skies of blue
Wheat of golden blonde
And nurturing soil
She had amber skin
And her sweet breath blew through
Her rich emerald hills
And her bright orange sun scorched through
Her red desert heights

I looked into her eyes
And I knew that she was rightfully mine
A Great Nation Stands on the Bones of the Hopeless
I dont know what this is lol. I guess it's from America's perspective before and after the first pilgrims arrive in North America. He's talking about Great Britian in this poem. The title is related to all the blood of native North Americans and African slaves that were shed throughout the history of the US. Blood has not been shed in vain. I am proud to be an American and I value the original inhabitants of this landmass, the slaves and immigrants from across the world that helped and still help make this country beautiful. America will always be great. No need to make it great again, Trump.
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I am an old soul
And I feel as if I have died alone every lifetime before
I walked hunched over my feet
My heavy heart weighs me down
Like a ball and chain
Of empty words
I cannot recall
And broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Hey, did you all know auditions are currently being held for an English fandub of Bleach Rock Musical right now? That's right, auditions have reopened! Listen up, guys! Auditions for Bleach Rock Musical are being held at this link right here: www.behindthevoiceactors.com/m…
Bleach is a Japanese TV show that has been made into a rock musical. This project is focusing on dubbing 4 of those released musicals. Bleach has a very wide variety of interesting and unique characters, and we need your help on completing our cast!
WE NEED MALE VOICE ACTORS AND SINGERS! There are currently 20 male roles for audition (including non-singing roles!) and only 1 female singing role left, which is Rangiku Matsumoto. The male roles open include ICHIGO, TOSHIRO, ZANGETSU, RENJI, IKKAKU, KENPACHI, and MORE! ALSO, if you are willing to work on the tech end of things, we also need skilled editors and scriptwriters. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me, as I am involved in this project as Retsu Unohana and another small non-singing role. Also, for this project, you will need a decent microphone and audio editing software, as you will need to record songs and lines. If you need help with any of that stuff, please don't hesitate to ask me! Lastly, the project is non-paid and just for fun! All of the musicals will be uploaded to YouTube (this could mean getting Internet famous). Good luck, everyone! The deadline is September 30, 2015.

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I'm not a real artist guys aha. I just draw stuff and when I draw something that looks kind of cool I put it on here. And sometimes I cosplay. Stick around maybe?
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