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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.

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.

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 –

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"

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.

In The Daylight

In The Daylight

A false downfall
An unexpected revival

Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness

Life...redefined
Death...redesigned

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

Battle in my MindEat.
Don't eat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
You're perfect.
You're worthless.
You're beautiful.
You're disgusting.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
Show me.
No!
I love you..

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.

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

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

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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There Comes A TimeThere comes a time
when I don't have to ask,
you're just there.
When I don't have to explain,
you just know.
When talking isn't necessary
because one look says it all.
When people no longer see us as 1+1
but as a steadfast 2.
When we can skip the small talk
because we know all the answers.
When there's no need for
finishing each other's sentences,
or saying the same thing,
because one can often speak for both.
When talking every day is totally normal,
but not talking does no damage.
When we stop trusting each other
with laptops and notebooks,
but trust each other with
wishes, dreams, and secrets.
When going different w

Why I Appreciate YouYou listen to my rambling
and you give me good advice,
you're patient through near everything
and somehow you're always nice.

You never fail to pick me up-
it doesn't matter why I'm down-
and anytime I need you,
you always seem to be around.

You're my sanity when things are bad,
for which I'll always owe you,
and you never fail to make me smile-
not that it's really hard to do.

You introduced me to the world of Nerf,
to Green Apple Italian Soda,
most importantly, to hockey,
and lastly, pro football... sorta.

For your exquisite taste in music,
and how you always want to share.
For how you're honest and you're grounded
and yo

A Story for the YearsYour eyes remind me of the ocean
A blue that's of the sea
It never fails to stop my breath
Each time you look at me.

Liquid topaz captured
Forever yours to keep
An everlasting, endless span
So unbelievably deep

A timepiece ticking softly
Away upon the sill
Slowly strips away the days
To take us back to yesteryears.
To the moment that we fell in love
In your eyes, I see it now
Your boutonniere and cummerbund
I in my soft blue satin gown.

Back then it was so different
We waited for so long
But when father finally did concede
That spark was far from gone

We took our time in getting here
But now so many years have passed
And

A Not-So-Fairy Tale

You feel as if you're falling
Falling deeper, deeper down
Into that pit of lonely darkness
Where no hope or love is found

Then suddenly you're lifted up
Your world is full of light
You don't see it's just a streetlamp
amidst a cold and dreary night

You watch the things you cared about
Slip away in twos and tens
Your grades then soon your family
And, most pointedly, your friends.

You're standing there, stripped of life
But you don't notice it at all
You're only hanging by a thread
But for now she's stopped your fall.

Everyone around you knows
But you won't let them in
Congratulate her for me
She beat us out with naught to w

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by ~sunshine81795, Dec 19, 2012, 6:07:11 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Fly little angels,
on wings you've so long dreamed of—
your destinies always to soar.

Your twinkling eyes so much
like the stars you now dance among,
perhaps more beautiful.

Your young souls
as pure as fresh fallen snow
and untouched by harsh reality for so long.

Although your times were short
they were well spent
and full of happiness and magic.

Blessed were those who met you,
who had the chance to love you,
whose hearts your smile touched.

I promise never to forget you—
those I never knew,
those missed by many loved ones.

Memories forever cherished,
glowing faces now famous.
Never to be forgotten.

On crystal wings,
and remembered dreams,
little angels, fly.

Flyby ~sunshine81795

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Anyone who has been following the news lately, especially in the U.S., has heard the terrible and disturbing story of the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting in Connecticut. My school has decided to contribute paper cranes to Newtown in remembrance, to show our love.
I wanted to do something on my own, too, though. When I read the news Friday (December 14th) I was shattered. For me, it's natural to turn to writing to express how I feel, but it was too much for me to handle at once.
Finally, a few days since, and after reading a succession of articles including a transcript of the Eulogies spoken at one boy's funeral and another depicting a farewell letter written by a 6 year old to his best friend who was killed, I decided I was never going to be able to handle the situation with a straight face. If I wanted to express how I felt it was as good a time as any.

Here you have it.

I don't think it's the most amazing thing ever. Honestly it's not even something I'd consider one of my better works. But it is what it is, and it expresses how I feel.

I only wish these children had been able to touch my life as they touched so many others. Now they can fly like the little angels they were on earth.

~DarkSxKitten Dec 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is very well done and honors the little ones lost as well as the families left behind.

~sunshine81795 Dec 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you so much! that really means a lot to me <3

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