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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

Telling Childhood Goodnight.They were the fearless whispers through the starless night.
They were the pounding feet through the cobbled streets,
Screaming out for everything.
They were the fleeting memories of a time long gone by,
Blown away in the wind to a far away sky,
Where the air is cold and the stars never shine.

Memories leave their traces behind,
The scars on my legs from a day long gone by.
I was climbing a rock,
That would forever leave me with a flaw.

They were the youthful cries, screaming out.
They were the glowing eyes, on a fearless march,
Racing down the cobbled streets, blazing out for all to see.
The beacon of light that is now dying out,
I never wanted it to go away.
Everything is changing at a speed I can’t match,
I am drifting further every day.

It makes me want to cry that the best and worst days of my life,
Are being pushed away with every day that passes by.
I want to hold on
But each day I lose more ground.
Soon they will be gone without even a sound.

Th

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)

Silent and GoneAlong the blue streams of those who were simplistically glassed, I drag my wooden, empty coffin; it contains only my past.

For the many decades I've lengthened have expanded pain's time; across shallow mountains and beatings I prepare my final climb.

Through harsh mists and soft grasses the journey trembles on; days on end without my voices; alas, I realize they are gone.

Near all abandonment's shelter I rest without ease; my halved demon appears before me; she speaks hellishly in the breeze.

Forgiveness and hallucination she crisply burns in my eyes; I must awaken and continue, 'tis my time to remain wise.

To a judging stream near the g

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

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)

the carbon footprint of an arsonistyour crystal promise
rings drip off your glacial
fingers into global

nothings. the geodesic
dome you used to live in
is a hell you keep

clean-shaven and concentric,
spiraling away from you,
wrapping your unborn

children up in paper goblets.
for minimum wage, any geryon
would cling to the terza rima

inkblots on your
collarbones, his spongy molars
diving into your right

angles, his familiar laughs
killing your skin with
shivering cuddles and you

shudder, being self-diagnosed
at center of the universe,
your hair a nest of radio

waves, the one cosmic
principle drumming on the ancient
heart of mystery.

but amateur porn always
made you cry

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)

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.

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.

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

weight of the worldand suddenly--
it was like the world decided that
it didn't want to carry its burden any longer,
so it shifted the weight
into the hollows of my bones
and told me that
it was my problem now.

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At The EdgeIf we do grow apart..
Who will hold me
As tears flow down
My face
As I sit silently
In this room

Who will stop me
From taking this blade
Up to my arm
And just letting go
Of all those regrets and resent
Which people give to me

What will become
Of my tainted soul
If nothing is stopping me
From dying
Like a flower with no light

Would you even care
About everything we ever did
Are just memories
Soon to fade to dust
Would you think back
To when we were together
So happy and connected

Who will stop me
From taking these pills
You would just gaze into
My eyes
As I took them
Wouldn't you?

Yesterday won't come back
But to

Take It Until Nothing Is LeftWords just come out
From the tears
Which my eyes has shed
I know you would
Of cared.. knowing or not
But
Do you trust me well enough
To keep your darkest secrets?
Or will I spill it
Like how you spilt my heart?
Is my life
Just a plan to rescue someone else..
Then leave me in sorrow?

I know
I've let you down
So many times
Over and over again
I have been guided
Into the darkest fears
Of which dwelled in my future
Yet you disappeared
When I needed you the most
Now it doesn't seem right

If I just ended it all..
The pain.. misery..love..betryal
Will it all be over,
Or will i just make more?

Days will be so lon

Life's A BookWho knew
It'll end up to this
We'd end up in silence
Just like then
When we first met

Memories are gateways
Back to that time
When you were mine
I was yours

Now regrets fill the air
I'll be breathless
And nothing will seem right

We can't just
Turn the page
And rewrite the chapters
It's too late for that

I can't tell you
How much you meant
Yet I know somewhere in my heart
You knew all along

How much this would of hurt
The pages would be torn out
And taped back in
What if the tears
Weren't fixable
Then would my life just be
A book..
With meaningless pages
Also the story..
Unable to be read?

StrangersTo lose all hope
As it decays within
Will the sun get tired
As it falls forever
In space?

Will your gaze
Ever see a flower blooming
Just as spring has sprung

Will anyone remember you
Since you're gone?
Does being hopeless
Help calm a heart?

Does winter's snow
Make your bones shake?
Just as you lay there..
Feeling your body
Get numb

While everyone
Is somewhere else?
Does being alone..
Frighten you as screams are heard?

Are you scared..
That one day..
If you died..
No-one will remember
Your smile and your compassion?
If that day came..
Who would know you?

MiddleCaught in the middle
Two best friends
One has my heart
Yet he burned the bridge
A long time ago

The other
He tries and tries
To give me his heart
As he sheds tears
While I gently say "No,"
He started to resent me
Silence is all which leaves
For me and him

Being in the middle
Knowing if I'm lucky
I'll only loose one
Yet being unlucky sucks aswell
As you loose
Two best friends
Who held on to you

Path For An EndIf I can't walk forwards
Do I walk backwards?
Towards the memories
I tried so hard to delete?

No-one said
"Life is easy.."
Yet also they didn't say
"Life is extremely hard,"
Soon I'll run out of doors
Which I could pass through

Could I restart
This game of life?
Deleting all my regrets,
All the emotions..
All the resentment?

Everything has to end
Yet nothing will allow me
To care enough to place answers
Not just mistakes..

I already lost
Just let me drown
In my own tears
Let me risk it all
Loose myself in myself
And hope
I will have the courage
To end the misery of
My decaying soul

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Shallow Steps In My Shoes

by ~FireeHeart, Nov 23, 2012, 11:29:46 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

She swears..
He still haunts her,
In her dreams
He lingers aimlessly..

Reality,
A razor skidds across
Her arms..
She misses him so,

Her house
Is an empty one,
Her heart
Isn't in a home..

Empty pictures
Burn in the flame
A single tear is shed,

She whispers goodbye..
To the world
Where her dreams died, and started..

Welcome
To a world of nightmares,
Broken hearts, pain
Misery..

Welcome to my life..

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Very deep, and a pain understood all to well.

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