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Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
Maybe.
But at least it makes me
Me.

FrostbiteNumbness
I can’t feel my toes and at first I think
It’s just my toes.
I can cover them up.
I can warm them.

It spreads, like fire,
Like ice.
I glance away for a second, it seems, and my feet are cold
Pat –pat
That’s funny, I didn’t feel that
Maybe I’ll cover them up too
I’ll warm them up.

I’ll take a nap
Maybe a short rest will make it all better, warm them
Up…
What’s that? How long has it been?
My legs… are you still mine..
Why has my breath left me, short?
Has everything but deserted me?

What about you, are you still here?
Are you still with me?
Hello?
And before I can say goodbye, I think my thoughts are leaving me too –

You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
For you.

Dear fucked society,Dear fucked up society,
Why do you take our rights?
Our human rights?
To who we love?
To who we are.. To our image?
Tell me.

You force images down our throat;
Images of airbrushed, false looking
people. You want people to look
more skinny and cause anorexia,
More along the hidden line that
you dig under the ground like
a dead forgotten body yet always there

You show us that its not right to be gay,
lesbian, bi-sexual or transgendered..
And then wonder why the suicide rate is
so fucking high. You cause the nightmares
and terrors of our family not accepting us
our

Sleeping Beautyshe’s in love with a character who
never existed but in the labyrinth of her head:
a patchwork composition of beautiful, lengthy words
she’d heard in her catatonic state; coma living
day in and day out, reliant on the salvation
of a man made of foreign wishing
and imperfection and necessity – an ignorance
of the less than ideal perception of self she’d
come to fear, absention stained romantic to the point
where daydreams were a standard for survival

(real living is for the purposeful of heart,
he loves her in her sleep)

Telling Childhood Goodnight.They were the fearless whispers through the starless night.
They were the pounding feet through the cobbled streets,
Screaming out for everything.
They were the fleeting memories of a time long gone by,
Blown away in the wind to a far away sky,
Where the air is cold and the stars never shine.

Memories leave their traces behind,
The scars on my legs from a day long gone by.
I was climbing a rock,
That would forever leave me with a flaw.

They were the youthful cries, screaming out.
They were the glowing eyes, on a fearless march,
Racing down the cobbled streets, blazing out for all to see.
The beacon of light that is now dying out,
I never wanted it to go away.
Everything is changing at a speed I can’t match,
I am drifting further every day.

It makes me want to cry that the best and worst days of my life,
Are being pushed away with every day that passes by.
I want to hold on
But each day I lose more ground.
Soon they will be gone without even a sound.

Th

Silent and GoneAlong the blue streams of those who were simplistically glassed, I drag my wooden, empty coffin; it contains only my past.

For the many decades I've lengthened have expanded pain's time; across shallow mountains and beatings I prepare my final climb.

Through harsh mists and soft grasses the journey trembles on; days on end without my voices; alas, I realize they are gone.

Near all abandonment's shelter I rest without ease; my halved demon appears before me; she speaks hellishly in the breeze.

Forgiveness and hallucination she crisply burns in my eyes; I must awaken and continue, 'tis my time to remain wise.

To a judging stream near the g

I don't fight fair...Cut, bruised, scraped, forgotten. These things I have all been at least once in my life. But it
hasn't made me stronger, just more determined in my fight to live another day.
I know the ways of my attackers, studied their movements, learned their tricks and gleamed
their true motives. I have seen their weaknesses, their faults, theirs flaws and I have kept
them close to me, ready for use when the next time we meet.
They are cautious of me, they have weary from my adaptive ways, knowing that I can fall only
so many times. They are scared for I have the key to their defeat; not by sane ways, but by
the ways they fear to tread.
One look, one stare, one gesture and they will run in fear for the truth is upon them: "I won't
live restrained anymore."
"I have seen your errors an played on them like strings on a violin. Moved you to place were I
make the rules. Put you on display for all to see what you have done, and what will be done."

You ha

UneditedWe cry.
We scream.
We fight for our dream.

We scream.
We cry.
We're just waiting to die.

The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.

The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.

So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?

Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?

Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.

Wouldn't surprise.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"

Happily AloneHonesty,
She does not have,
Personalities,
She has many of them.

A million shields,
a million personalities,
She's always changing,
to fit every person around her.

If one were to ask why,
she would answer with,
I will never reveal my weaknesses,
because she's evil.

She hates everyone,
stupider than her is barely tolerable,
smarter than her is too scary,
She hates it all.

She leaves the world behind,
To one she has dreamt of,
No color,
nobody else.

Then,
she will smile,
why,
because she is truly happy alone.

She is not evil,
She does not hate you,
She is not dishonest,
She simply wants to be alone.

lifelinesI fear the sound of sparrows
and the density of leaves
against dew-muffled blades
of grass,

and I'm drowning
in the sky.

My skin has learned how
to peel itself off
without causing a commotion
in my marrows or
even show the slightest hint
of pain,
and my heart has learned how
to hush the stars in their wake
and keep it all a secret.

There's a sea in my mouth
and I can't swim.

There are lifelines
cast like these and it will
all end with the same tragedy.

the carbon footprint of an arsonistyour crystal promise
rings drip off your glacial
fingers into global

nothings. the geodesic
dome you used to live in
is a hell you keep

clean-shaven and concentric,
spiraling away from you,
wrapping your unborn

children up in paper goblets.
for minimum wage, any geryon
would cling to the terza rima

inkblots on your
collarbones, his spongy molars
diving into your right

angles, his familiar laughs
killing your skin with
shivering cuddles and you

shudder, being self-diagnosed
at center of the universe,
your hair a nest of radio

waves, the one cosmic
principle drumming on the ancient
heart of mystery.

but amateur porn always
made you cry

of seafoam thronesFrom Atlas’ hands she wept to me,
atop Africas and South Atlantics;

this is one situation unaffected by
ember eyes and windy lashes
(it has no anatomy).

You are sparrows stranded
in tiny crevices and cliffside love,
though you rebuke flight
in the fear of chipping feathers.

So what do you do?

You reach for my soul,
coveting flight with shaking
dainty arms…

and perhaps I’ll let you:
With flytrap lips and
glass shaped hips…
you are unfit for anything but
sight.

(But beauty isn’t everything)

The WaitingBones hang from trees
Hollow windchimes rattling
In the sullen breeze

Dark clouds make noonday dusk
Rusted buttons on threadbare coats
Sorrow drips like rain

(From the fingertips of this dead-rose day)

Hoofprints kill the grass
Where the dark horse steps
The rider unsmiling

The tired and ill amble about
Cattle awaiting the shoulder tap
To sleep, but not to dream

(To become whatever the second birth dictates)

A Charmed LifeDoll-faced men and sinkholes, ancient tombstones
Leaves piled ankle-deep, falling down
Old wells, old graves, old friends lost
Pirate adventures in Neverland
Don't go into that barn

Ponchoboy and Rangergirl rise from the ashes
From the cold river, from afar
Remember before they were born, how they
Held hands and jumped into the world
Don't go into that school

Ladybugs, pennies, notes from the dead sun eclipse
Scrape the inside of your skull for clues
All the old dreams are still there, petrified
You are a rock of ages gibbering
Don't go into that factory

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"Go away." I whispered. I closed my eyes, forcing tears to roll down my cheeks. She took a step forward. "Go away!" I screamed and looked at her this time. Tears filling her eyes, she glanced at my bleeding arm, still stepping forward.
I got in her face this time. "Go Away!" She pushed me back a little, signaling I was too close. I pushed her back harder, into the dresser. She fell and looked up at me from my floor. Her face pleading me to stop as more tears formed in the corners of her eyes. I didn't care. I told her to leave. So she should have left. She got up and walked towards me again. Alice reach

He Could Come After Me...It's out in the open now
What he did so long ago
How he hurt me
I've never thought about it
Until now
Now it haunts me
He knows I spilled my thoughts
I'm afraid he might come after me
And hurt me because I spoke
He denies it all
But it happened
My parents say
'Everything will be ok'
But I'm still afraid
Picture you're worst fear
Times it by ten
Then imagine what it would be like
Trying to face it and knowing
It could come for you…

She WouldShe's always saying how I saved her
How I stopped her
But I don't think she knows what she did
How every day I cared less and less
About who would miss me
I realized that no one cared anymore
I used to twirl pills in the palm of my hand
Adding a few more than the normal dose
And just wonder
Who would care?
Who would miss me?
Who would follow me?
Now I know
She would care
She would miss me
She would follow me
She would
And thats enough for me

My Everything When Im NothingI've always fended for myself
I've always been alone
No one's ever cared
Now she comes along
Tells me she's there
And for once I trusted
I called her
Tears in my eyes
Choppy breath
She told me she loved me
And I smiled
When I thought I was going to cry
She's my air when I can't breathe
My light in a darkened night
She's my smile when I'm crying
My love when I hate
My heart when it's breaking
My everything when I'm nothing

Inner Rainbow- Ch.8Chapter 8- Everything seemed perfect

       I held Alice's hand as we walked through the park. We avoided going to the fountain where I hurt her. She didn't tell me she didn't want to go there but I knew that I shouldn't try to bring up those feelings. It'd make it harder for me to keep my promise to her not to cut. If I saw her face while she stared at the fountain. It would kill me.
       She was telling me a funny story about how she convinced Jay to walk outside right after he got out of the shower and she locked him out there. I was in my happy place.

Take Two and Move OnI wake up groggy
Still almost unconscious
The girl in the mirror
Staring back at me
Dark circles under
Her hazel eyes
A headache taunting her being
An aspirin or two will make it go away
What happens after she takes more?
What will happen if she does?
She wonders and watches me
Where will she go?
Who will miss her?
Would anyone come looking?
She shakes the thought from her head
Take two and move on
She reminds herself
Going on with the day
Once more

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What Does She See?

by ~lostinlove15, Sep 5, 2011, 5:15:43 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

She asked me one day
To tell her what I see
I won't lie to her
I won't tell her what she wants to hear
I don't see what she sees
What do I see?
The girl who trips over her feet
Stutters every other word
The girl who, in the middle of a serious conversation, will change subject
Because of the ADD problem that she doesn't actually have
I see a girl, who looks like a boy
Who is mistaken for a guy
And made fun of everyday
I see the girl, without money to spare
Who can't offer any to someone who needs it
The girl who wishes to give her baby everything
But can't afford a ticket to even be near
To even touch her
To even just see her
So why? Why when I look, do I see what's true?
When she sees me for me, she still speaks the words
I love you.

What Does She See?by ~lostinlove15

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Just some thoughts I scribbled down the other day.

~Lovestowrite123 Sep 5, 2011

You're beautiful baby doll. No matter what anyone says.

~lostinlove15 Sep 5, 2011 Student Writer

Thank you boo.

~Lovestowrite123 Sep 5, 2011

You're welcome peanut.

~lostinlove15 Sep 5, 2011 Student Writer

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