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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
RelapseIt’s like counting
along your limbs -
remembering a time
‘just one more’
made you feel better.
- & you’re sitting there
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s
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"
the name that cuts like a knife,
it's all that you see inside,
is breaking with every breath I take
the only thing I can't seem to face.
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
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.
Battle in my MindEat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
I love you..
In The Daylight
In The Daylight
A false downfall
An unexpected revival
Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness
In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest
I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic
I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid
A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete
Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrat
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
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)
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.
half ass emotional poem. lolDid you really think about all you did?
When you left me for him?
Did you think about who would care for me?
Who would be there when I can't see?
Who would be there when I woke up sick?
You wouldn't cause you ditched me for that dick.
Who would be there when I felt utterly alone?
When I just wanted to come home?
You wouldn't cause you didn't think.
You wouldn't cause you stopped really caring about me
Stop telling me your proud
Your just making lyring sounds
Hell of a nightmare?Screaming and yelling from the director split my ears.
We were supposed to be going on to the upper decks, supposed to be going to our designated rooms.
Sissy was already up in ours.
"Sit down and shut up!"
The screamer commanded us again, but there were no seats so we took the floor.
We sat as the director seethed at us and told us how horrible and stupid we were.
But a sound of unearthly origins began to drown her out.
From the skies came masses of black swarms. They came wave after wave, for some reason coming straight for us. I didn't scream and I didn't get up to run. All I did was shield my face with my arms and hold my breath.
What can I say...?Don't listen to the darkness and silence
All they have to say to you are lies
But who do you listen to?
When the worlds words are cloaked in disguise?
All the syllables are articulated just right
To make you feel guilty and wrong
Everything they spout is correct
And your opinion doesn't belong
Whatever happened to the concept of free speech?
What happened to being able to speak your mind?
Is it all just a joke for the leaches?
Or has everyone chosen to be deaf and blind?
To be honest it pisses me off
I hate to be told my opinion doesn't matter
Or when others just ignore it and scoff
But when someone snaps and makes the blood s
Crimson EndingMy eyes were opened on the darkest day
My lips breathed in the wind of death
It was the day it didn't matter if you asked me to stay
Cause my heart had no strength left
My body had been broken a million times
My blood had spilled far too much
My lungs burned as if they were wrapped in a bind
And my eyes just wanted to shut
But you were still there, a light in the black
Making me smile as the poison took its toll
Your voice took me back
And saved my soul
Even as I slipped away
My ears could still hear
I heard your lips say
You always held me dear
Crimson AngerEyes darkened by hatred
A black fire being fed
You are the one they fear, it's said
You are the thing they dread
You hear their voices in your ears
It goes on for years and years
Even from the ones you hold dear
And it confirms your fears
The words build up in your heart
The emotions begin to rip you apart
Your blood boils and pulse darts
Even your very bones start to smart
As your life plot thickens
And you feel the build up of your sins
More pain begins
And you start to notice their growing grins
Your heart fills with temporary murder
You don't want to put your loved ones in danger
But everyone starts to look like a strang
Darkened Love: Animal InstinctsBring on the rusty blades
Bleed ashes onto my face
Scream your raging hate
And put me in my place
Be the animal you are
Show me what you've got
There is no such thing as too far
And the hell fires are hot
I can taste the traitors blood
Feel the sprinkle on my cheek
Marching through the mud
Raining acid and sleet
My armor never rusts
But it knows its master well
It's a battle between us
Waiting for the church bells
Gripping a sword here
Pulling a bow tight
Like playing truth or dare
Who will last the night
I don't know who wins
And I don't know this part of history
So repent for your sins
And let me have my glory
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