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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.
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..
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
Dragon SongThe boy ran his fingers across the cool steel blade of the sword his father had fought with. He brought the blade to his side and looked at himself the mirror like water, he looked across to the other bank that lay quietly on the other side. He exaimined the canoe he was supposed to get into with his family. His father had died, making him the man of the family. He'd have to provide, hunt, fish, work, and keep them alive at all costs. He put the pouch he'd been carrying with him the back of the canoe, his only water supply. He went back to the hut that was to obvious now for them to be living in. The war against the humans and demons had been
Happy One MonthOne month.
One month exactly.
That may not seem like much but in those few weeks.
I've learned that love is real,
That love can fix just about anything.
That our love..is real love.
The way you talk.
The way you speak to me.
To hold you.
To be able to love you forever.
All I want and need is you.
Maybe we've fought.
Maybe we've disagreed.
Maybe we've done a lot of things but it's never changed the way we felt about each other.
There's a chance...
There's a chance at happiness and I won't let it go.
There's a chance for a happy life together.
Breeana Lewitt June 14, 1980
A woman by the name of, Breeana Lewitt, was found dead today in her home. There were three bullet wounds to the side of the head traced back to the mouth. The weapon was found in miss Lewitt's hands. The case is found as suicide until further investigation is taken place.
Breeana was always working late, never really paid any mind to how exausted she was until she got home. Her breath was short as she toss and turned in the sheets of her dreams. Her throat closed tight as she attempts to fight the monster
Fly AwayThe world is full of battles of which we cannot fight, lives are full of darkness so we may venture to the light. Broken hearts and broken dreams, hatred and cruelty, all obstacles we can't deny. It doesn't matter if you fall along the way, it don't matter if you get stuck some days, it's whether or not your get back up and keep on moving.
You're life has just begun,
Remember behind those dark clouds is the sun.
There's memories we wish to forget, that stick with us forever until the end. There's times where we need to cry to let out the pain of losing some fights. Some just blow it off, say it
E.T SpoofYou're so freaking creepy.
Could you be a stalker?
Could you be a potential pedo?
Your touch so repulsing.
Do you have my picture?
What do you do when I'm gone?
They say be afraid
And that's what I'll do, run away from you
Different hobbies, we don't understand you.
You're from a whole other land.
Of weirdos and stalkers.
You opened my eyes
And I'm really alarmed I'm gonna run away
Leave me l-l-leave me
Dude seriously back off, don't touch me at all.
Take my t-t-take my
Motherfucking picture out of your phone.
Don't wanna a be a victim didn't train for abduction.
Girl, you're so fucking weird, I wish you were far away.
LifeLifes a broken record playing over and over.
It's written in pen, you can't take anything out.
It's an hourglass glued to the table.
It's full of mystery and magic.
But most of all it's something we'll never forget.
Before you go running around saying you're life is a living hell
Walk a thousand miles in someone elses shoes and I assure you
You'll have a lot to tell.
See through someone elses eyes for a moment when you feel your
On the edge.
What's it gonna matter in five minutes, days, weeks, months or years?
Close your eyes and forget all your fears.
Let the monsters dissapear into the shadows.
Remember all the pain and sorro
You make me believeJust a spec of sand.
Just a drop of water.
Just a rock on a mountain.
I'm to small to be noticed.
I'm to still to be seen.
I'm to quiet to be talked to.
The world is a great place, that I'll never be noticed in.
The world is full of great people, to whom I don't compare.
The world is giving us a chance, that I just can't take.
But you noticed me.
But you love me.
But you make me believe.
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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