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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

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

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.

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Left all alone
Disgraceful, shameful
Left behind, disowned

Locked up, pushed away
Ignored, cast aside
No one ever heard
The bloody tears she cried

Hope, freedom
Life, love and light
The rumors she heard
Are her last thoughts tonight

A hero to save her
Someone for her to love
The dreams she dreamed
But never knew of

Broken, murdered
With a bloody knife
The darkness, a shadow
Of her forgotten life

Hole in the wall
Ink on the page
A ceremony, a seance
Light the rosewood sage

A storm, a downpour
A shower of tears, the rain
The thunder and the lightning
Don't reveal her pain

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Dear The One I Love

by ~xxAgonisticMiseryxx, Jan 3, 2013, 3:56:11 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Dear The One I Love;

I'm sorry that I no longer wish to live in this pointless world where everything reminds me of you. I'm sorry I chased you away. But most of all, I'm sorry I still remain.

I don't want to see your perfect face every day and remind myself that you're not mine. I don't want to wake up from my medicated sleep with our memories freshly emblazoned in my mind from my dreams every morning. But most of all, I don't want to be a monster anymore.

I can't go on living this way, led on by my own false hope. I want to be dead or brain dead, anything that prevents me from thinking about you. I know that it's my fault that you're so far away, and for that I'll suffer.

Just come back and make my world right again. Take me out of this living Hell. Save me from this impenetrable darkness. Hold me in your arms and make me believe that everything will be alright, like you used to. I would do anything to have you back.

Even though, you abandoned me when I needed you the most, I'll never truly let you go. I guess, that's why it's called falling hopelessly in love, never to return. So, if you don't come back, please then, kill me. Spare me some mercy and release me from my pain of longing for you. Kill me before I kill myself. I no longer care of the injustices.

I just can't find a reason in life without you.

Dear The One I Loveby ~xxAgonisticMiseryxx

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Nothing to say.

~DompteurLoup Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

"I don't want to see your perfect face every day and remind myself that you're not mine. I don't want to wake up from my medicated sleep with our memories freshly emblazoned in my mind from my dreams every morning. But most of all, I don't want to be a monster anymore."

The part I can relate to the most..

I like how raw and honest you are in this. It's easy to see how it's affected you, and delivers the emotion in a way one can relate to it.

~xxAgonisticMiseryxx Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

That's one of my favorite stanzas.

Poetry is one of my ways of getting the thoughts out, and self expression, if I'm not honest in them, then there is no point in writing them. So, I'm very happy to see that it's apparent.

~DompteurLoup Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

poetry is really the only way I can get my thoughts out. When I try to talk to someone, words fail me. But never when I write.

~xxAgonisticMiseryxx Feb 11, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yeah me to, I think it's because talking requires immediate responses while poetry and writing allow for hours of careful consideration and planning.

~DompteurLoup Feb 11, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yeah, it allows you to gather all your thoughts and feelings before saying anything.

~xxAgonisticMiseryxx Feb 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Exactly.

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