you break it, you buy it.1. someone came up to me the other day, and told me
that if i didn't start using capital letters in my poems,
she wouldn't read any more of them.
i just told her in a quiet voice that i was tired of screaming
at people who would never listen.

the thing with me is that i always
read too much into things-
people, newspapers, fucks, metaphors.
and usually i fall in love with things that
could never love me back.

2. i destroy the things that mean
the most to me, and i've never gotten the hang
of writing in stanzas.

most days i walk around reciting numbers
and other people's poetry, but usually
i just count the seconds i spend falli

OMG OPTIMUS:iconcryforeverplz: Just watch it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFsr7RzUvH4
Now come cry with me in the emo corner..... :icondepressedplz:
(because we saw whose optics went out and Shockwave standing over my Jackie when Megatron said to execute the prisoners.....

)
My world just ended my heart just got ripped out and splattered all over my computer

One Human, One Spark 36 The cold winds of the morning blew salty water like tears on his hood. His tires crunched over the concrete as he slowly drove himself up to the shipping depot before the sunrise. He came to rest in the same place he had fallen when he had watched Bulkhead die.

His engines dimmed and idled. He released a heavy breath. The water lapped happily at the edge of the shipping depot, mocking Wheeljack’s weakness. The soft glow of the sunrise began to kiss the blackened skies.

“Hey, Bulk?” he said softly. “I’m sorry. I . . .” The words choked in his articulators. “Yeah . . . I know it doesn’t mean

One Human, One Spark 31 “So . . . things have certainly changed, huh?”

Wheeljack lounged in the driver’s seat of the Jackhammer that night, turned towards Topspin and Twin Twist. Twin Twist sat in the passenger seat after the brothers had tussled to see who could pin each other first to see who was the winner of the seat. Needless to say, Topspin hadn’t been happy at all.

Topspin gave a vague gesture with his hand and elaborated off of his brother. “Yeah, I mean, this thing you’ve got with Miko and Arcee . . . Pit, you’ve never spared a femme a glance in all my years I’ve known you, and it all seems to have gone f

Fraternizing 44 “Well, um . . . Hello, Nightstalker.”

“Um . . . Hi.”

There was a pause. “Well, I uh—I know we haven’t really talked person to person, you know, other than an order here and there, but . . . I just wanted to make sure you were doing all right.”

“Sure. I’m okay.”

“Well, uh . . . good.”

They sat there a moment longer. The moment stretched to awkward, and finally Fowler said, “Oh! Um . . . My wife wanted you to listen to a song. She said it’s called This Is It by Kirk Franklin. Yeah, that’s his name.”

Nightstalker nodded again. &ldqu

Fraternizing 41 “Miko, I said no.”

“But I want to see Bulkhead!”

Ratchet pinched his brow, the human’s petulant and demanding tone not helping his massive processor ache. Resting his servos against the computer, Ratchet muttered, “Miko, I told you. Bulkhead is doing fine. He’s stable, and he is going to regain his strength. I can truthfully tell you he is on the mend.”

“But I want to SEE him!” There was a small shuffle on the other end of the phone. “Look, Ratchet, it’s not the same as you just telling me he’s fine, I need to SEE him, TOUCH him, and tell him myself that I&rs

Fraternizing 40 “Hello. I, ah . . . I think I owe you an apology. I mean, I owe a lot of people apologies . . . but I really ought to give you one. After all, I—I’ve lied to you. Pit, it hasn’t been just you. I lied to Arcee. And . . . I lied to myself.

“I think, from the first second I saw the humanity in my torturer . . . I think that’s when I started to fall in love with you. I don’t know why. I told myself I just pitied you. I mean, having to live a crappy life like that, I just played it off. Even when I felt my spark hurt when you were shunned by everyone in the base those first months . . . I took up for yo

Fraternizing 34 Blindsided by Optimus.

That was always good.

Ha! Arcee even had the grill marks to prove it, so there wasn’t any arguing with her. But seriously, Optimus? Nightstalker couldn’t believe it.

And, oh hell, look, he’s driving in. So everyone tiptoed up. Except Nightstalker of course. She was a coward, they all knew it. She knew it. So she cowered behind the humans. Like a coward. Jack stood with squared shoulders and even Miko did, Raf stood taller than she did. She was all hunched over herself.

Optimus transformed up, and Nightstalker winced. It wasn’t like he was attacking! He was Optimus! There was no way&mdash

ListenListen
Do you hear it?
The silent screams of the Earth around?
When the living sleep like the dead
When all is quiet like the grave
Do you hear it?

Listen
Can you hear the gentle sobbing of Nature?
The reactions to the axe wounds in Its colossal branches of being?
The effect of devastation by woodland greed?
The deforestation and humiliation
Of the gentle green giants of our Land?
The tiny seeds efforts slaughtered for wasteful gains?

Listen
Can you hear Mother Earth moan in agony?
The loss of her animal children
Running and scurrying from Man's inhumanity?
Man's greed, hunger, aggression, pure sport
And all manner of unn

Left LostI had kept quiet
I heard your stabbing whispers
I just ignored them

But then I just snapped
I couldn't take it one day
I fell to pieces

My hands clutching shards
Shards of broken emotions
Left lost on the floor

AbrasiveAbrasive,
It wears away
On the smile on your face
Assuming that you had one
In the first place,
Breaking away
At your outer shell
Turning your thoughts
Into pure hell.
It lacks the affability
To cut through you clean
A smile like sand paper
With no added sheen,
To pull you apart
And tear at the seams,
A mordant persona
Can destroy all things.

TornFeelings of fear creep up my spine
A tingle so familiar
In all I do I walk the line

Leaves falling from the trees
Covering the road
Never in all my years
Have I ever felt this alone

I used to hold tight to faith
And I spoke to God
Now I can't find a place
To smile or sob

Where do I belong
It's not here nor there
I'll be gone, so long
I doubt anyone will care

I run from the calm
I create the storm
I cause no alarm
I am torn

Input, outputDon't look to the fireflies, their light will merely make you blind.
Don't let the birds fly high, in the end you're going to cry.
Don't let the dog too close, it's teeth make wounds deep and gross.

Close your eyes to each sunset, open them when sky lacks colors.
Turn a blind eye to all the beauty, turning a blooming field into a rotten swamp.
Let all the dark flow through your heart, let it run through till it can't depart.

Find a meaning in yourself, trust that thought innocent.
Not yet darkened by all that is foul, not torn apart by one's own soul.
You've seen it before, bright and clear, never believed in what you hold dear.

It's

Look A Little DeeperJust because
She came off strong
Doesn't mean
She doesn't fall asleep crying
If I act like nothing's wrong,
It doesn't mean
I'm not just really good at lying

Just because
I smile and laugh
Doesn't mean
I don't feel alone
Just because
I'll happily dance
Doesn't mean
You just haven't known

WhyWhy can't you see?
Why can't you listen?
Why are you here?
Why don't you leave?
Why do you follow me?
Why am I confused?
Why do you stay?
Why do you care?
Why are you my friend?
Why don't you annoy someone else?
Why do you annoy me?
Why do I wonder?
Why does my heart pound?
Why can't I talk around you?
Why do you feel the same?
Why....
Is this love?

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by ~DarkSoul72, Nov 23, 2012, 4:28:09 AM
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Texting is fine, Calling is okay;
But being with out you isn't so great.

Listening to your voice, hearing your name;
Hugging the pillow isn't the same.

Calling me hun, Calling you babe;
But calling someone else. That I hate.

Thinking of me, Thinking of you;
Wishing the things we could do.

Playing your songs, again and again;
Just want to dance with you in the rain.

Holding hands, looking up high;
If we had wings. We could glide.
Across the atlantic and soar into the sky!

To have adventures while we stick together.
Taking easy steps, life gives us the chance.
To make it the best.

For our future we hold and seek. I want you
in my life. And I'll love you forever and ever.

Written by DarkSoul72
~Gina Ruby

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~DarkSoul72 Nov 26, 2012 Student Artist

Wow Thanks soo much everyone!
Means Alott!! <3<3<3<3
Much Love! ^^

~mayorofunkytown Nov 23, 2012

This is nice lovely sentiment.

~Kym-Japan9 Nov 23, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Bravo!

~ShadowtheHedgehog137 Nov 23, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

I know how this feels.... ^^ amazing poem!!

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I'm loving this one, great!

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