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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 –

RelapseIt’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when

‘just one more’

made you feel better.

- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s

falling.

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"

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.

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.

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.

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

WorthlessWorthless,
the name that cuts like a knife,
Me,
it's all that you see inside,
My heart,
is breaking with every breath I take
The lies,
the only thing I can't seem to face.

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)

Honesty Written

from the

heart.

No eraser.

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
Are mesmerising
You

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10. GoneLong gone, Long gone
I knew you were all along
Long gone, Long gone
The pull away too strong

You said you'd never leave
You promised and made me believe
Why couldn't my eyes see
What you were truly

Long gone, Long gone
Gone with the dawn
long gone, Long gone
Down with the sun

Why couldn't I see the lies
See through the disguise
You promised no goodbyes
All the while planning my demise

Long gone, Long gone
I knew you were all wrong
Long gone, Long gone
With our broken love song

Why must you be my sickness
Pulling me to darkness
I feel the hurt in my chest
So full of unrest

Long gone, Long gone
The pull away too strong

9. ColdBlue lips, cracked and bleeding
Curled fingers, frost bitten and black
Rattling breath, burning lungs
Puffs of air on the wind
Ice in your veins, freezing them slowly
Bent spine, aching joints
Shivering shoulders, shaking knees
Pale skin, reddened nose
Can't move yourself to safety
Can't move a thing or even feel
Can't call for help
Can't even beg for mercy...

8. NewOpen the pages and look inside
All crisp and empty, clean and white
This is my life's story
Ready to be filled with my history

Can't we start over
Without a cracked binding
Can't we start over
Without this old designing

Look at me with a broken smile
Look at me and remember the times
When you promised it would just be a while
And then you crossed the lines

Can't we start over
Writing a new page everyday
Can't we start over
With every word that we say

Look at me through tear filled eyes
Tell me you're sorry and apologize
Don't just fill me with lies
I can see through your disguise

Can't we start over
And smile for real
Ca

7. SkyHave you ever wanted to touch the clouds
Feel what softness they must be
Understand the rays of sun as they pass through puffs of pillowy liquid
Fathom whats beyond
Realize what they hold inside of them against the blue or pitch black sky
Oxygen and water, simple things
Yet they keep us alive, sustain
Keep us here instead of rotten in the ground
I want to touch them
Feel them
Use them as a pillow in the night
Such boundless beauty
In the sky

6. CatEyes full of malice
Planning my death
And the domination of the world
Evil coming unfurled

Gleaming claws needle sharp
Ready to slash the air
Gentle fur full of deception
9 lives into inception

Spawning offspring to fool us
So cute and fluffy too
They rub against your legs
Just to infect your head

Don't open the door to there calls
Don't be sucked into there games
Trust in mans best friend
And reject pure evil, Cat is its name

What if Our Lives Were Already Written Riel-DredThe library was quiet and dark. His favorite place in the nightmarish days of his life.
He was surrounded by pages and pages of knowledge. Different little stories to fill his boredom and make him think. Little worlds he could think of, and maybe even create someday if he wanted to. This seemed to be the only place that He never came. The library was his sanctuary. His only safe place in the dark to be alone.

He had a couple pillows piled up in his dark corner. One was cobbed from his mothers room and the other from his big brothers. He would more often than not come here to sleep. His face buried in the golden fabric of the spider silk pil

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Darkened Love: Purity at its Finest

by ~Shikyo-Uchiha, Feb 25, 2013, 10:58:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

An illusion that I thought up
That wasn't really real
But thoughts are never enough
To make me actually feel

Maybe I don't want to die
Maybe I don't want to leave
But it would be a lie
If I said I wanted to be free

I wish I had some pretty wings
White and pure as hell
I wish I could take care of my things
Or have nice stories to tell

But when I think of this
And everything we have
I want to raise my fist
And take a lucky stab

I want to raise my head
And my wings of flight
Painting the world red
As I dream through the night

Darkened Love: Purity at its Finestby ~Shikyo-Uchiha

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

xDart of my Darkened Love series

~Zevais Feb 28, 2013 Hobbyist

This reality has been thrown away
It was really here
But actions were enough
To throw it away and the way I feel

It makes me just want to die
It makes me just want to go away
Just sit here and lie to me
I am just want to be imprisoned in your arms

You just up and tore off my wings
Black of tainted beauty
I always knew just what to with them
and quite the words to write

I just can't think anymore
I don't have anything anymore
I don't to drag my feet
I want to know I can hold on

I am lowering my face
Grounded upon my dead wings
tainting my world black
as I barely wake for the day

~Shikyo-Uchiha Feb 28, 2013 Student General Artist

Cool ^^

~Contradictory55 Feb 26, 2013 Student Writer

"I wish I had some pretty wings
White and pure as hell" <-- I just adore this line. It's my favorite, but the others are really awesome images too.

~Shikyo-Uchiha Feb 26, 2013 Student General Artist

Hehe I like it too, thanks

~Contradictory55 Feb 26, 2013 Student Writer

You're welcome.

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