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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?
But at least it makes me
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,
I glance away for a second, it seems, and my feet are cold
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
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?
And before I can say goodbye, I think my thoughts are leaving me too –
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)
We fight for our dream.
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.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"
She does not have,
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,
she will smile,
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.
We are the King and Queen of Broken DreamsStanding still in a mine field, staring at all we have left.
We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.
Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.
If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do.
It was a whirl wind romance,
A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.
You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.
I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to.
We built a house without foundations
And now we’re falling down,
Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.
People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,
That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see.
There was no fire to start with,
Just two broken things, the world had left behind.
The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,
Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.
We never stood a chance or so
lifelinesI fear the sound of sparrows
and the density of leaves
against dew-muffled blades
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
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.
wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,
swollen around the words she never said;
dark rings around her eyes
like planets unremembered, and
a staleness to her touch,
the crystalline Dead Sea.
she's living like a story
that's already been told
"if no one loved you
would you mean anything at all?"
in that moment,
we forget to exist.
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
and perhaps I’ll let you:
With flytrap lips and
glass shaped hips…
you are unfit for anything but
(But beauty isn’t everything)
Falling off the EdgeDo you know what it feels like?
To nearly fall off the edge,
but not quite...
just so that you're dangling;
clinging for your worthless life
lest it fall into the sea of loneliness.
Your callused, pink fingers turning
to a shade of purplish-red of pain
as it does it best to hold on.
In the sea of loneliness,
everything is crisp, translucent.
There is nothing around you,
you are alone...
unlike other people,
you have no one
clamouring to save you;
you have no one
diving in to get you out.
There is no point
screaming for help,
you will only waste
the little time and air you have left.
You only have the darkness
of the sea envelop
Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,
but what can you say?
Nothing can help her.
The pain won't go away.
But she would've stopped,
you could've said no.
That's what she wanted,
someone to say don't go.
That someone wanted her,
or at least would try.
That someone would grieve
if she were to die.
But you just stared,
nodding your head,
and she realized the truth
with a feeling of dread.
No one wanted her.
No one cared.
Not even you,
with the the love you shared.
So she said good-bye,
and you watched her leave.
She may have had the rope,
but now you can't breathe.
PerfectEver had the feeling where you can't stop looking at a picture?
Your gorgeous face makes me smile
Go weak at the knees
Makes me giggle like a little girl
Those morning texts
All day conversations
Random silly things like that
Make me smile
I see the led light flash the colours I've set for when I get a message from you
My heart flutters
My cheeks flush
I go deaf to the world when I'm reading a message from you
If your down
I'm always there for you
I know you don't want to worry me
I know you want me to smile
But I'm always here for you
No matter how you feel
I'd prefer to help
Than for you to be down
Your gorgeous eyes
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
With This RingWith this ring,
I swear to keep myself pure.
To not give myself away until the night of my marriage,
To the one whom God has chosen for me.
With this ring,
I swear to avoid the temptations
That may lead me astray
And defile me.
With this ring
I swear to not only keep my body pure,
But to keep pure my mind.
To not think perverted thoughts,
To not corrupt myself from within.
With this ring,
I swear that all of what I am will be pure
For he who is to be my husband.
freedomif i were a wolf
i would howl at the moon
not from sorrow
but from freedom
i would run through the woods
and pounce on every shaddow
not for fun
but for freedom
i would make no mistakes
not because i was afraid of failure
but because of freedom
but i am not a wolf
and i cannot howl at the moon
nor run through the trees
or make no mistakes
i am but a dove
trapped in a cage
singing to the sky
holding onto false hope
wishing for freedom
turn forward timeas time goes on i seem to realize what i fool i was
i wish i could turn forward time
no, i wouldn't want to turn back time
to change my mistakes
i would turn forward time
so that i could see what a fool i am now
and make the best of today
and make the best of myself
to late for answersi met someone who was about to die
so i sat down and started to cry
but through my tears i realized
that someone had not closed his eyes
so i started to ask questions i had to know
and my tears soon stopped their flow
is life worth living?
should you spend your life giving?
is the world as beautiful as they say?
is life a game that we should all play?
are the good times worth the bad?
are peoples lives mostly sad?
is death as peaceful as we think?
are peoples sanity pushed to the brink?
and i kept asking questions as the time flied
but my questions weren't answered because he died
books always endI always skip to the end of a book before I read it. I’ve never known why.
I guess because, if it turns out to be sad, I don’t want to cry
And if it ends well, then I have hope for the rest
Because books with happy endings usually turn out the best.
Why go through the misery of sadness and things going wrong
You can check how it will end before it all, so why prolong?
why take the time to read a book just to end upset
if you can check first and have your own safety net
why live life when it ends with death
if after a while you take your last breath
there’s no point in living, can’t you see?
Oh wait, we were talking about books, weren’t we?
dude, he's highDude, he’s high.
High on his pedestal,
Afraid to come down
And walk along with the rest of us
With his head in the clouds
Holding on to his dreams
Afraid to let go
With clouds made of smoke
And rain made of tears
Trying his best
To hold onto hope
denialHey, where are you? we had a party for you yesterday. you always loved the color black, didn't you? even though when you didn't show up, people cried, don’t worry because I trust you. something probably came up. We had this small rectangular box-like table with flowers for you on it. And your picture too. And I’m sure you are laughing right now. You always were vain, like when you said that people didn't like taking pictures of you, the camera’s were just drawn to your magnetic beauty. And you were right. You were beautiful. Your eyes that sparkled whenever you smiled; like you knew a little secret that only you knew. That smile shined brighter than the sun. that was the smile you had in that picture. Anyways, where are you? I want to see that smile again…
hey, it’s been, like, a week? Where are you? your family is worried for you. are you okay? I know you are, but why haven’t you called? Your parents
sea of tearsglistening in the moonlight
she walks apon the shore
leaving no footprints behind her
the setting sun sets the mood
while the sea plays a soft melody
and the stars are the candles
that set her at ease
the wind is her lover
that embraces her sweetly
her heart is the fire
that keeps her warm
her eyes are the stories
that tell of sadness and loss
so she walks the shore
of a sea of tears
the fading light from the sun
and her fading hope
so she looks towards the moon
not with hope for tomorrow
but with curiosity
for what may come
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