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At Any MomentAt any moment, we could get lucky;
Win the lotto, get a promotion, go on a date,
Go to a party, eat with our friends,
Be happy...

At any moment, misfortune could come;
It starts raining, train comes late, food is under-cooked,,
You are robbed, have a fight,
She leaves you...

At any moment, a loved one could die;
Heart attack, car accident, building collapse,
Lung cancer, murdered on the streets,
It leaves you empty...

At any moment, your life could be cut mercilessly short,
And yet, after everything else,
You don't care...

The Reality.I always have nightmares, it's something I can't control,
But the topic always changes, again, something I can't control.
Have you ever felt so alone in the world, you're like a shadow?
Have you ever been too scared to look out of the window?

I was, I was too scared to check if it was really tomorrow or today,
I was too afraid to see if what had happened, really happened to me.
I woke up with a heartbreaking sadness, and nothing to do,
I woke up with a crushing fear, and there was nothing I could do.

In my dream, there was always one place I longed to be,
And when I finally got there, it was no longer welcome to me.
But there is one thing I know now, and it is the reality,
And there is one thing I can tell you, that it scares me.

The reality is I love her, I knew I did of course,
But this just means I'm going to get hurt, I can take it of course...
I keep trying to find a way to make us mend,
I just don't want to, because I don't want this to

Perchance to ForgetA single rose stands in the midst of a dreary grey,
The only remnant of a time long ago,
A reminder of a brighter past.

I sit here day after day,
Doing my very best to keep this rose,
To keep my dream alive.

And thus far I have been successful,
But I know I can’t keep this up,
For time will eventually run out.

And so I take this rose,
And gently dig her out from the dirt,
Leaving the field barren.

I take this chance to start anew;
I till the soil and plant new seeds,
And water the foundation.

Perchance, I can take this opportunity to forget the past,
And place my focus and energy in the present,
So that I might make a better future

Paradise LostMan cannot understand how much he truly has,
Until that which he holds most dear to his heart,
Is stolen from him, never to be seen again.

Man will never realize the consequences of his actions,
Until he makes a single mistake that ruins his life,
And the guilt eats away at his soul.

Man is incapable of knowing love,
Until his heart has been broken,
Therefore allowing him to understand loss.

Man will take everything for granted,
Until the occult hand of fate swoops from the heavens,
And snatches away all that he owns.

Man can never appreciate happiness,
Until he is overwhelmed with grief.

Victory of the Desert RoseOh how powerless I truly am,
Here I sit with a pen in hand,
Unable to express my thoughts to her,
Other than with the written word.

What force, what power
Prevents me from approaching her,
Speaking my mind,
Sharing my feelings?

She sits in front of me right now.
Should I just talk,
Or perhaps show her these very words
And hope for the best?

Either way,
I can honestly say,
That my thoughts have been conquered
By the Desert Rose.

Finding... Myself?Say goodbye to that man you know,
The one who was only there to make amends.
Say goodbye to the old me, as I go,
Because I suppose this is the way he ends.

Say goodbye to the cynical me,
The man who kept everything to himself,
Let him rest in peace, and welcome me.
For I am here still, and I am... Myself?

Say goodbye to the Cynicist,
Say goodbye to the anger and the hate,
Say hello to the Optimist.
Say hello to who you'll learn to hate.

Because that's just it, it's easily done.
I flick a switch, and I'm the old me,
I guess he was never really gone.
Say Hello to the Optimist.

For the writer of this piece is dead.

Think again.If you think death can't be beaten, you're not trying hard enough,
If you think nothing is eternal, then you've never felt true love.
If you want me to help you, and I tell you to help yourself,
You would think me rude, but some things I just can't tell you myself.

You live and you learn, and you have to live these things,
Empiricism is the only way to know how a nightingale sings.
You must know it for yourself, some things cannot be taught,
When you learn, you must adapt and change what you once thought.

My friend, it is not that I want to keep the knowledge to myself,
It is that I cannot tell you, for some things you must learn yourself.
I cannot tell you what beauty is, for it is everchanging for all of us,
I cannot tell you what is bad or good, for the knowledge is within us.

If I could tell you, I gladly would, if I could put these concepts into words,
But I cannot, so you must live and learn, no matter how much it hurts.
So now it is time,

I would've been.I would've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
I don't know why I tell you this, it's not like you care.
I would've been a legend if it wasn't for the time,
Age of heroes has come and gone, all I can do now is rhyme.

I would've made something of myself, if I'd had the motivation,
But now, I just lie in wait, awaiting even more degradation.
I could've been someone, or something, I know I could,
But right now, it's all talk, all "Could, should, would."

Then there's that "if" or that "but" getting in the way,
I could've been a masterpiece, but here I am, rotting away.
No one even gives me a second glance,
I'm not a famous one like Rembrandt's.

I could've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
If only the people looking after me had taken more care,
I could've been perfect, and remembered forever,
But now I am just a portrait, of the Forgotten Reaper.

The Black XX marks the spot, the treasure on the maps,
This mark feeds, courage and strength it saps.
This X over the frail boy's heart,
As slowly, so slowly, they all depart.

His courage, his strength, his force of will,
Without these powers he feels quite ill.
The dark used to hold no worries for him,
But now; it suffocates and swallows him.

That one little mark had changed it all,
The boy who always belonged in the dark.
He had been stolen, consumed by it all,
That boy now belonged To The Dark.

Two-FaceIf eyes were made to see, then I am blind.
If the mind was made to think, then mine lies dormant.
If the soul was meant to be intact, then mine is damaged beyond repair.

Who is this person I see in the mirror?
This hateful, spiteful creature that stares hungrily,
Feeding on fear and cynicism.

I try and try to ignore this part of me,
But that task gets harder with each passing second,
For it is impossible to run away from myself.

Who am I really?
The man I believe myself to be,
Or the beast that stands in the mirror?

Everything in life.I need to hurt myself... No, you don't.
I did this... I need to hurt myself for it.
It won't go away if you do, you know it won't.
But everything in life has its consequence...
Maybe if I hurt myself, then I won't have to feel them,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough, if I'm hurt then.
Maybe she won't dump me for what I did too,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough for what I did to you.
I don't get why you're worried though...
But I dream the future, read my poetry, sometimes, I do.
And a few nights I felt a crossover, a nightmare come true,
And now I know that it has happened, because of what I did to you.
So now, I need to hurt myself, to give me a consequence,
So now, I need to fade away, and never be spoken of since.
And now, I want to hurt myself, to save myself more pain,
But all things come to an end, and it's always the same.

Just A DreamJUST A DREAM

So fleeting is that moment of happiness,
Touching you in an instant,
Caressing you with its gentle touch,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
Alone

A heart lifting and soaring,
A smile full of happiness and joy,
Sounds of sweet laughter drifting in the air,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
Alone

Shining in the light for a moment,
The warmth filling you full of life,
Feeling carefree while riding a wave of bliss,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
Alone

No sound of laughter is

Regaining.I'm regaining my positive outlook, I really am,
It might seem strange at first, but it is who I am.
"Everything will get better if you smile", I believe this now,
I used to scoff at this, but I can smile now, I think they can.

You know what came with this? Bravery.
Bravery to not be shackled by my own rules,
Bravery to speak to her, to break a promise I made,
Bravery to see that sometimes, rules are wrong.

I made some long ago, and stood by them,
My values, my bible, my everything, I kept them intact.
But that was wrong, because it was the start of my pessimism,
Maybe what I did sometimes was wrong, but I had my optimism.

And now, things will get better if you smile, if you take a step,
I believe this, I cast my promises away, that's my first large step.
I was brave enough to talk to her, and I am hopeful of the outcome,
It's only optimism, but I ask you, when has smiling ever hurt anyone?

Promises, promises...I talked to her today,
It was brief, but it went okay.
She seems sad still, but getting better,
I'm glad about that, even if it makes me sadder.
I talked to her yesterday too, tried to win her back,
Didn't work, looks like we can't just go back.
We agreed to not talk for a week you know,
I was too weak for that though...
I broke my promise, I hate to do it, but I have to sometimes,
Anyone knows I don't break them, if they read my rhymes.
Only reason we broke up was I wasn't selfish enough,
So maybe it's a good thing I wasn't too tough.
I still regret making, and breaking, that one last promise to her,
I still really wish I could tell her, "I love you Jennifer."
But no, I can't do that, I have to be keep quiet,
I promised to, but of my promises, I am tired...

It's kinda pathetic, but...I miss you, y'know... Soon as you're gone,
It hurts to want to hug you and there be no one.
I miss you as soon as I stop talking to you,
I miss you even when we talk, unless I'm hugging you.

I know it's pathetic, I really do...
But I guess it's just because I love you.
Sometimes I'm scared there'll be no one there
But then I wake up, and thank God it's a nightmare.

Jennifer, I want you to believe that I love you
And I want to hear that you love me too.
Jennifer, I love you and I love you true.
And I'm not ashamed to say that I need you.

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Thank YouI never thought I could be brought to my knees,
Not by anger nor torture nor pain nor betrayal,
And yet you found a way to do it.

I thought I had hardened my heart against the world,
And all the people within it,
But you proved me wrong.

You found a way past my defenses, past my wall of cynicism,
Making a pathway straight to my heart,
Which if I might add, is yours for the keeping.

Despite all my efforts you still managed to
Bring a smile to a... depressed Realist's face...
And for that, I thank you.

UntitledIt is in the blackest abyss,
Yes, and the darkest crevices of the earth,
Where the burning candle shines the brightest.

It is in the bleakest of moments,
When all hope seems to flee,
When you can find a friend by your side.

Wherever you are, whatever the time, however you feel,
Just know that I will always be here,
Always with you, always loyal.

For as long as the sun continues to rise,
And you possess the strength to get to your feet,
There is still hope.

In the EndIn the end we are all sacks of meat.
The holier-than-thou saints and the scum of the earth,
The pioneers of industry and the useless dregs of humanity,
We all share the same fate in death.

For all the good we do, for all our hard work, what do we get?
We're dumped in a nice little cherrywood box,
Tossed in the ground and covered in dirt,
And that's if they don't decide to burn us and put our ashes in a jar.

And such is the fate we are all doomed to have,
Yes, this is what we have to look forward to.
Good, evil, rich, poor, famous, unknown,
None of that matters in the end.

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The Desert Rose

by ~TheAmericanRealist, Dec 12, 2012, 7:11:07 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

With eyes the colour of the cloudless sky,
And hair like mighty dunes of sand,
She moves elusively and yet with such grace;
It is a dangerous sort of beauty.

Her eyes snap sharply into mine,
Whenever my gaze lingers a second too long.
Her stare traps mine own in place and so
I stay there frozen with fear... or is it awe?

I would love to tell myself
That such a flower is not meant for me,
But I would only be lying to myself
Because I love the thrill of the game.

I truly do admire her spirit,
Like the Great Pyramids it stands tall,
Against all odds,
Never bending an inch...

A fascination overwhelms me even now.
Can I even hope to keep up,
Or has the game already been won
By the Desert Rose?

The Desert Roseby ~TheAmericanRealist

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

I'm falling again, and I am not exactly sure what to think. Am I really that cynic I say I am, or just a floppy mess?

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!sparky-the-gamer Dec 23, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Amazing poetry! ^^

~TheAmericanRealist Dec 23, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you Sparky! It does mean a lot. It failed to please, but it does mean a lot!

~isabella-angel Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Living in the great sonoran, I love this imagery

~TheAmericanRealist Dec 13, 2012 Student Writer

I've been to the desert twice in my life... fun times really.

~isabella-angel Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I live in phoenix arizona. We are the desert the skies are too blue and it never rains
Oddly enough I prefer overcast or partly cloudy and love rain
I especially love storms that are wild with heavey wind rain and lightning
the desert has not much of that

~TheAmericanRealist Dec 14, 2012 Student Writer

In all honesty, I do too... but nature cannot be screwed with...

~AgentDusk13 Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is beautiful!

~TheAmericanRealist Dec 13, 2012 Student Writer

Why thank you. I'm still debating on whether or not I should show her. I flipped a coin, and it said yes but... I don't know.

~AgentDusk13 Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I think you should, if she means so much to you.

~TheAmericanRealist Dec 14, 2012 Student Writer

... I think I will....

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