You are remarkable. I really adore this poem. It's complex and figurative enough to make you reread it, but somehow communicative enough to express pure feeling.

Man is born free but is in chains everywhere said Rosseau.

Your poem is right.

now that just made me fall head over heels for that. very intense. keep writing i want to read more.

Very interesting....good use of figurative language.

This is amazing. You;re really talented. It makes me sad, and I'm not sure why.

Its very good :]

not weird...just different in a weird way lol!

I'd be interested to find out what you think of some of my work if you would.

I really like this poem. I've read it many times and it just keeps giving me an awesome feeling. That's a great mind you have there.

it is wierd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Wonderfully done. Loved it.

amazing. write more.

I love this story. you have done an amazing job. keep writting please. words can't even begin to descirbe how good this is.

um, i would like to say that I have never been so entranced by a story as I was this one. And I kind of sound like any idiot because for once cannot find the words to describe how amazingly well written that was...

Your an amazing writer! That was awsome!

this poem is very very good it reads as though you put lots of time and thought into it. Good job keep it up

omg :) its amazing.

pure, thoughfull. keep up the good work, its amazing!

l;oooooove this poem

im sorry can i ask but its bin like 3 mouths since i rote my poems and they havent bin aproved yet how long it took your poems to be approved

There has been Romeo and Juliet...Edward and Bella...I give Darian and Clara in...

"RAZED EXPECTATIONS"

Wisps of smoke danced into the wintry air from my lips, creating ornate designs that could never be replicated. I carefully tilted the corners of my lips into a smile that I meant to be wry. Of course, it's difficult to articulate emotions that I can't feel, but I find that irony is relatively simple to demonstrate. I inhaled the toxic vapors of the cigarette casually. Its sinister, black cancer couldn't cripple a seventeen-year-old boy with no lungs, let alone a heart.

I glanced in the direction of the horizon, and flinched. The sun was dying flamboyantly, casting its radiant colors across the sky. Its last waves of light caressed my cold, pale skin. I wanted to snarl rebelliously as I felt its warmth slide against me deviously.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

My muscles went rigid, and I had to focus madly on controlling my shaking hands. I would know that voice, that beautiful, disastrous voice, in the realms beyond that of Earth. I grated my teeth, reeling in the disturbing sensations that she unknowingly always aroused in me.

I cocked my body towards her arrogantly, and lifted my mouth into a crooked crescent moon. I felt my eyes flashing, but I worked vehemently to fixate an arctic, hard tone into the dark of my indigo irises.

“I find the sunset lifeless and meaningless, actually,” I countered flatly, and a beat too late.

She laughed merrily, and I struggled within myself as my mind and body became entranced by the beautiful movement of her laughter as the colors of the sun played about her.

“You amuse me, Darian. How can you have such a pessimistic view of the world? The sun will not be lifeless until it disappears beneath the horizon, and the night falls. It’ll rise tomorrow, though,” she said.

I dared not think of her name. I hated the way my soul-if I had a soul-thrilled when her voice lingered over my name. It reminded me of music. I had to close my mind defiantly as I thought of music. I wanted nothing that resembled passion.

“That’s an inane notion that foolish women entertain. You want poetry, and ridiculous vows of forever. You aren’t difficult to read. If you want that sunset to mean something, then you want unrequited love. It doesn’t work like that,” I growled unmercifully, angry at her for unleashing the flood of feelings upon me.