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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)

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"

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

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.

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

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)

Ashes on the SandWe put you in
a crystal box
small enough for me
to hold in my
hands
(and that thought gives me
chill bumps)
The tide was high
where we took you
and I remember thinking
how pointless it was
(you were just going to wash
up on the shore)
Everyone was quiet
and some people cried
and as you were tossed
out to sea like so
many grains of sand
I thought how much
I missed you
(Now I think how much
I hate you
for leaving)

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.

Splash.

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

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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As this small island,
With this large weeping willow
That has slowly grown,
Through out my life.
The island only big enough,
For the weeping willow.
And the weeping willow,
Only small enough for the island.
Have you seen it yet?
This large small weeping willow island?
Where it belongs in my heart?
Not many have,
Because it is only in my heart...

Words...To you I may
Look smart.
With all of my books,
And big words.
But to me
I'm just a,
Person with words.
And that's the only thing,
That I can impress you with.
I have feelings
But how do I express them?
How do I show you?
If I don't use my words?
If I don't describe,
Impossible feelings to you?
Words are all that I have...
Some people have sports,
Some have drawings
Some have photos
But all that I have are words.
And with these words
I will take you into my world.
I will describe things in a whole new light,
In a way that you could never have know
If you hadn't read my words.
With my words I will make you feel undi

Here in the meadowHere in the meadow,
Here is where I live,
Here is where I protect my self,
Here is where I love you.
Here is where the daisies
Gaurd me from every harm.
Here is where I hide, in my heart...
This is my meadow,
This is my limited world.
Not many see it but when,
They do they are AMAZED.

Sexy and I know itThe Earth is sexy
'cause I'm on it!
The ground is sexy
'cause I walk on it!
This poem is sexy
'cause I'm writing it!
I am sexy!
...And drunk...!

Murder she wroteYour family may cry.
They may weep.
They will surely grieve.
Because you will surely,
Not exist in this world again.
I might go to your funeral,
When they find whats left of you...
Who knows, I might even wear black.
But while I'm there I will smile,
You will not see me cry.
For I am your murderer.
I had stalked you that night.
I heard you scream.
I saw run away from me.
I saw the light go out of your eyes.
I felt your blood splatter onto my skin.
And after all that I cut you up.
I put you in a well.
Then I left you to rot there.
They may find you, who knows...
As I talk to you,
I smile,
Because I've thought of all this

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There slept a girl,
Who had been cursed
By an evil sorcerer....
Her pale skin glowed
Just like the moon.
Her dark hair pooled around her face,
Flowing like water.
And he forever watched her sleep
Unable to wake her,
But to forever love her...
The girl asleep.
Cursed to sleep.
Till he came.
Forever asleep...
Cursed to never be fully awake...
To forever dream of him
But to never see him...

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by ~superepicfailninja11, Sep 22, 2011, 8:21:11 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Another door slam,
Another broken heart
Another you walking away from me
Another me calling for you to come back.
Another me crying,
But still you do not turn around.
I can feel the distance between us
And the tears come again,
Why? Why do you keep walking away?
As if I'm not crying out for you?
I thought we loved each other.
I guess I couldn't have been more wrong...

Couldn't have been more wrongby ~superepicfailninja11

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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*Joe-Maccer Oct 1, 2011

It helps you become stronger. Good piece!

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~superepicfailninja11 Oct 1, 2011

Thank you!& thank you for llama badge & the fav!

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*Joe-Maccer Oct 1, 2011

My pleasure.

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~superepicfailninja11 Oct 1, 2011

Thanks again...!

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~superepicfailninja11 Oct 1, 2011

Thanks your sweet

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~superepicfailninja11 Sep 23, 2011

Thanks!

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~IAmTheInsanity Sep 23, 2011 Student General Artist

Wonderful~ ;u;

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~superepicfailninja11 Sep 23, 2011

I KNOE RIGHT!?!

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~IAmTheInsanity Sep 23, 2011 Student General Artist

Yes, it's very pretty. c:

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