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2828
meaning within the number
28
knowing what has been lost

28
smiling faces no never again smile
28
sweet voices that will never resound once more

Lost to the long winding road
never forgotten within the days
they remain forever with us
those smiling children sweet 28

Sweeter now the heavens
with new angels to meet
those 28
new angels claimed

Run......Running....
why am I running?
My bare feet are cut from.....
glass...
thorns....
broken bones....
I am in pain,
but it's not from the cuts.
It radiates from my core.
Extending to my shoulders,
mimicking the weight of the world.
Making it harder everyday to run...
I run from the voices who tease me,
despite the fact I'm nicer than I should.
They mock my glass heart,
even though it has been broken for a long time.
I run hollow...
the icy wind burning through the empty hollow.
I run....
because I secretly can't stand them.
I want to run from everyone's colors.
Too bright...
Too obnoxious...
Too many of them....
I ignored

Fadedtears painting my face casting the shadows within the dark
pulling me under its claw's preyed upon death clutch
pounding fear bleeds within my skin and bones
my eyes draws within death scythe ripping away
the chapters of my life buried within my nightmare
why dry my tears but let another cry
impaired to my own emotions numb
to the cords of my existence silting
my soul to reach upon your ears
my downfall pleading for acceptance
composing my cries into deathly tunes

Resigned to Fate“How are you?” “How’s life?”
This is asked every day
But it’s the reason for lies
While we all hide our pain
They may ask us with feeling
While they try to be kind
But they don’t want truth
So we just say we‘re fine
We say that life’s great
That It could not get better
But secretly inside
We could not feel deader
The pain stays acute
Yet the numb overrides
As you feel yourself falling
Into some deep dark divide
Every day is spent hiding
Depending on tasks
While beneath is just agony
We try to hold to our masks
All you want to do
Is to just stop lying
To tell them the truth
That you feel like you're dying
We try to reach out
To show we’re not fine
But with sadness so deep
We're far passed that line
So we suffer in silence
Every moment in pain
Feeling unworthy
And far too much shame
No one will know
Until that last breathe
When all that is left
Is the prospect of death
When their blindness lifts
They’ll be too late
For I'm

Supposed to helpThis was supposed to help
Make it go away
So why do I
Feel so much pain
No one sees
that I am faking
No one knows
That I am breaking
But just one sec
I got that wrong
I've already broken
Am far long gone
I've already shattered
Fallen to the floor
Broken to pieces
I can't break any more
I'm just shards
Of what I was
I don't know myself
But no one does
I put on a smile
And hide my pain
But I can't act
So it's done in vain
But they still don't see
Or maybe they choose
They don't want to help
If they know I'll lose
I thought this would help
Make it go away
But I still spend
Every moment in pain
I'm still broken
Past repair
Even more convinced
They just don't care
Nothing has helped
I'm still alone
But I guess that's fine
I'm used to being on my own
I've broken down
So many times
And every time
I make stupid rhymes
But soon enough
It will be too much
I just need some help
A comforting touch
But I break alone
So no one can see
So how can I think
That they'll help me
I tried to ignore it
Even

A New and Bright FriendshipIt's always been hard to explain my feelings
But right now I'm speechless
I've never thought I could care so much
So quickly
Yet here I am
Offering my help and support
No matter what.

Some of my darkest corners
Smile when I talk to you
My worries begin to fade
And my stomach feels warm
A new and bright friendship
I'm just glad I met you.

I wonder......If I could take the world like clay
and shape to what I pleased
I wonder what I would do......

A world that is silent perhaps?
No one to scream and weep,
where dreams would reign as we slept.
I wonder what else I could do........?

A world with sound maybe?
A world where sound controlled us,
music made us move and feel
What else is there to do......?

A world that was tolerant would be nice,
no one would say they didn't like you,
where they couldn't say you couldn't because of you.
Who's to say?

A world of hate,
where no one knew how to care,
making those who do more valuable,
Let's see who can do that?

So many worlds we coul

TattletaleTattletale

"Mad as a March Hare,"; they say of me.
But all I have is a rabbit, a white white rabbit,
hoppity rabbit, bloody little rabbit,
claret and garnet, I could eat him and wear him,
rings around my fingers and bloody rings around my mouth.
I could ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross.
But there are no paths in this mad forest
just a bloated cat whose face floats like a moon but sheds no light.
The only luminosity is the blood on my skin.
I was once so pale, virginal and void
until he touched me maddened by mercury,
silvery beads, pewter rain.
Is that why I am so confused, his grubby fingers and white white paws?
But I can't say anythi

Who are you?Who are you?
Do you know how to answer that?
I know I am me.
And nothing more.

Are you kind?
Are you brave?
Are you strong?
Are you noble?

Are you greedy?
Are you a coward?
Are you weak?
Are you selfish?

How do you answer to this?
To be claimed as one of these.
I have been called one.
But not all.

I may not be strong,
but I do what I can.
I may not be selfish,
but I can see the noble.

Can you answer me this?
This one small question.
That no one thinks of themselves,
yet they ask this many times.

Who are you.....
to you?

Noble Chivalry"Noble Chivalry"

I see her aesthetic reflection in every mirror
With the passing days the closer the attraction grows nearer
And yet with every word and every kindly letter
I always believe she deserves so much better
Why is there an attraction to the mess that is me?
Perhaps there are waters that run deeper than I can see
I resemble a fine-tuned piano without the keys
Or maybe a rusted violin without the strings
And while I always appear to be shredding at the seams
None of this matters in her mind apparently
I resemble a beautifully wrapped gift without the bow
Or perhaps a kiss between lovers without the mistletoe
And alth

To EphraimIt's been a long time, eh?
Since the last time we talked.
I won't bug you or anything,
I just want us to be friends again.

Time was changed us, I know.
Both of us have matured a bit.
I really want us to be friends,
I hope you'll understand.

I want to bring back our old friendship.
Let us go back to that time
When I met you from across that wall
That stood between the two of us.

I don't mean to break your heart,
If I really did.
I'm sorry, we had to move.
Sorry, I left you.

If you can't still accept this,
I won't bother you anymore.
But, do you remember the rose you gave me?
It was grown now.....

Here I AmThe New World welcomes me
I take me first breath and cry out
Returned by a warming embrace and coos
My petite eyes struggle to focus on ones face
I knew right there who this was.
Mother.

Here I Am...

Who am I going to be?
Knowing that I've been created and birthed by mother's courage.
Time to learn, experience the unknown world that's waiting for me beyond the comfort zone.

Here I Am...

Time passes in mere blinks of eyes
Grown, raised from scratch
Outside; manners and actions speak for themselves
Inside; no one can cultivate me now, too late, I can do whatever I please
Independent, cease, and shun my guardian's continuous paren

Stranger to OneselfWho am I?
I want to ask myself, too.
For I don't know
Who I really am.

I'm trying to find myself still.
For I don't want to be
A stranger to myself.
I want to know who I am.

A Not-that-Close Encounter with a SquirrelA fine morning it is
When I looked out the window.
I saw a little shadow
Moving from tree to tree.

It stopped at the closest tree
To the window where I was looking.
When it sensed me staring,
It suddenly went away.

Paper AngelShe is an angel, she can never die.
She has wings but he can't fly.
Doomed to be trapped forever
In her blank world made of paper.

She longs to be free,
In her monochromatic eyes, you can see.
She dreams of freedom,she dreams of love
And all the other things she can never have.

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The Empath

by ~SilverSongAlchemist, Dec 10, 2012, 3:29:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I take what isn't mine,
leaving what is good behind.
Taking the pain and leaving joy.

They smile, not knowing what I've done.
I cry over this, because I know what I've done.
I wear the mask.
As the smile openly.

No one knows what I do,
that I can sense and take emotion.
I can take pain and leave joy.
Though, I wish they did.

An Empath can feel what isn't their own feeling,
they can also take it from others.
Taking their pain so they wont.
That's what I do.

It's so much more than empathy,
it's feeling it in my very core that's not even mine.
Pain, sorrow, feeling hollow.
That isn't mine in the beginning.

I help by taking.
I save by containing.
But will anyone help,
or save me too?

Someone to understand,
an electic touch.
A gentle voice.
So much more than a friend is what I need.

Where to start?
I don't know.
I wish they'd know.
Because I guess they're not here.

The Empathby ~SilverSongAlchemist

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I don't know.....
I guess it holds my truth
but I'm not sure what all it means myself

~whovian63 Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist Filmographer

I've always had the desire to help people and over the years i'd would feel strange emotions that would just pop up from nowhere and i didn't really think about it until yesterday i would sometimes hear of empaths and when i looked it up and think back to my own experiences and it started to make since now i've been taking better control of the emotions i have but the best thing is I'm glad I'm not alone

~SilverSongAlchemist Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Empaths often find themselves feeling odd emotions and often feeling loneliness out of all of them because the Empathic trait is a rarity to repeat in families. Though in normal cases they are usually a mixture of traits of both parents. Like my dad likes to help people and does what he can, while my mom is able to look at a person and know what they're like. While those are basic traits the list can go much deeper than that. If you ever have any questions I'll be more than happy to answer them.

~whovian63 3 hours ago Hobbyist Filmographer

I have a feeling my empathy is growing stronger what should i do?

~andreality Dec 14, 2012

Well you just pretty much summed up how I feel everyday. Don't know, it really matches me. My sign Pisces always holds characteristics as shown by you, and I know it's not true to everyone, but it is to me.

~SilverSongAlchemist Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

glad I'm not alone in this matter

~andreality Dec 14, 2012

After this, I went and spent like 2 hours searching for what is an empath, if I was one, and what type. Turns out9at least according to about a milllion test and descriptions), I am one. A out of control healer, fallen angel type

~SilverSongAlchemist Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

where did you get the fallen angel type?
I took the quiz that told me I was a 'Universal Empath'

~andreality Dec 21, 2012

It was from QuizFarm I guess. Yeah it was like I am doomed to wander the Earth looking for my lost wings, because I know I don't belong in here, and stuff like that, which in a way really describes how I feel.

~SilverSongAlchemist Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Care to find it and send the link?

~ZoroarkQueen Dec 10, 2012

It sounds sad

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