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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

Rose in her hand...I saw a girl she was there for days
sitting at the pavement
Not talking or looking around at anyone
She had a dark red rose in her hands
She was holding it so hard that the thorns
were digging into her skin..

I asked her "Are you alright?" She looked up, then back down at the rose, breathed in to say "Yes, I'm quite alright thank you." She was shaking, her hands were cut dripping with blood from the thorns. I told her "Don't clench it so hard, its fragile and your bleeding" She looked down further and shakily said "..Maybe.. Maybe I want to bleed" I got shocked at this and backed off I didn't want to make anything worse..
A few days went by..
The girl wasn't around,
I knew whereabouts she lived
So I went to see if she was okay
I saw a rose on the grass outside
her house.. Below a window..
A half open window, with the curtains
Drawn only about two inches

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.

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)

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

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The Wind"Away! Away!"
The wind cries with fear
and calls out to all who are near
"I'm trying to help!"
it sings oh so dear
but it's voice is very hard to hear
"Run away! Run away!"
but no one can hear
the soft melody of the wind
The time is near for something to appear
but no one can hear the warning
To late. To late
it's already here
setting fire to everything near and dear
crushing all in its path
never looking back
And the wind sees it all
watching all of them fall
not one of the listened to the warning call
and the wind watched
smirked a bit
not caring about their fate at all
since no one heard the warning
it was all th

The lifestyle of one can change anotherThere is a town
Where everyone's hopes and dreams
die
All hope slowly fades
and the people begin to sulk in their
boring lifestyles
They daydream of the life they
could have had
That they once had
And then it overcomes them
causes them to get angry
not only to themselves
but to the world
They curse God's name
under their breath
Telling Him that He was the cause
of all of this
but they only brought it upon themselves

Though this town has crushed the dreams of many
few have overcome it
and have created a new path for themselves
These people are the courageous,
triumphant, sometimes called foolish
But the people of this

History in the makingApril 20th, 1940
it's that wretched man's birthday
The man who caused all of this destruction
Who caused my friend to die
He was only 12
And people give praise?
Has he brainwashed them?
or threatened them?
Probably not
for they're stupid enough to follow him
Only the weak
and cowardice
Follow
For me
I'm a leader
an underground leader
because leading in this new world
will get you killed
and i'm to young to die

As they burn it all
The smoke rises
and causes the sky to become more grey
than previous
All to celebrate the Fuhrer's birthday
The one who has killed millions
destroyed families
Caused the world to turn upsi

There's this bee"So, there's this bee. I've seen it everywhere I go, and no it's not a different bee I can tell the difference because this bee has eyes that look like diamonds and a stinger that curves inward like a hook. Anyway, this bee has been following me for the past month and all that it's done is hover above my head and watch me through a window when I go into a store. It just stares at me with it's beautiful, yet disturbing eyes at it's observes me like it's plotting something. The thing is, though, is that things have been changing in this town ever since that bee started following me.

" Haven't you noticed that this town has become... calm. Ther

I've finally reached it

I'm in a dark room
a dark, pitch black room
I don't know which way is up
and which way is down
I don't even know if i'm alone
or if there's someone watching me from a corner

Then I hear the grandfather clock
it's at a distance
Tick-tock
tick-tock
tick-tock
it repeats
over and over
that infernal contraption

Tick-tock
it repeats again and again and again
like it is the only sound it can make
but it isn't
because it just creaked
and moaned
then I heard the foot steps

The person who owned those footsteps sounded
rather heavy
every step they took
the ground creaked and moaned
then they stopped
right in front of me

the

forget all of your emotionsAre you nervous?
Don't be
There's nothing to be afraid of
Olvidarse de todas sus emociones

Walk down that dark corridor
The ruins of the past
and the resemblance of your future
Your fate
And see the shadow lurking toward you
olvidarse de todas sus emociones

¿No es adorable?
You're shivering
Is it because of those bony fingers
creeping up your spine
and causing you to bleed
and trickle to the ground
Keep walking
olvidarse de todas sus emociones

Just keep walking
down this corridor
While the shadow becomes clearer
And you see a face
It smiles
But it's eyes are cold and black
With no emotion
Keep walking

Don't yo

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My emotions

by ~Dreamingforgood, Jul 28, 2012, 8:41:31 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

What do I feel?
I feel drained
Like all of my emotions have just vanished into thin air
No one can understand the way I feel
No one
Even if you say you do, you won't feel it like the way I do
Something inside of me is eating away all of my emotions
And I can only concentrate on the pain I feel
The only feeling I have apparently
Pain
An emotion everyone hates
Because they feel venerable
No one wants to feel venerable
This is why we fight through the pain
But I don't have the will to do it
Because I don't want to get rid of the only emotion I have

My emotionsby ~Dreamingforgood

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I don't feel this way, I am just writing in a sort of character that I made upon my other account. A mix of Scarlet and Soul (Soul Eater) which, in a way, reminds me of that poem I wrote about Soul a while ago...

!ALIENHALLO Jul 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

oh wow this is the best poem iv ever heard so far

~Dreamingforgood Aug 2, 2012

Oh my gosh,thank you for that comment!

!ALIENHALLO Aug 2, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

join me group i want your poetry .[link]

~Dreamingforgood Aug 4, 2012

Your group looks pretty interesting, so i'll join.

!ALIENHALLO Aug 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thanks alot

~Dreamingforgood Aug 4, 2012

you're welcome

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