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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

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)

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

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

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.

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.

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)

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)

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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why your eyes were grey today
the meaning leaves me baffled
and there's little i can say.

i simply cannot fathom
a reason for your tears
for love you're in my arms
and i'll chase away your tears.

so press your lips to mine
and seal it with a smile
cuz for us there are no boundaries
and everything's worthwhile.

so take my hand in yours
lace your fingers through mine
cuz darling as long as you're with me
there's no such thing as not enough time.

Forlorned.oh you you're oh so lovely
come here and wipe your tears
together i'm sure we can conquer
every single one of your fears.
i know i'm sick
but its not true
and god won't take your little girl from you.
so look at me
and tell me why
you can't seem to keep your pretty eyes dry.
because i'm here
and see its real
and maybe these pills will seal the deal.
we've been waiting forever
three whole years have gone bye
you try not to let me
but i always see you cry.
suppose its not okay
and they just can't do enough
it will never be your fault
see you don't have a magic touch.
so if one day its over
and i can no longer breathe
prom

Dear Bitch,you're nothing more than a snake
killing everything in your way
i suppose the truth is only the truth
if you have it said your way.

and i'm nothing more than a liar
a backstabbing little whore
but when you overdose who watched your kids?
who picked you up off the floor?

who soothed your little baby
when mommy wouldn't wake
you've never played a day in your life with her
and she's yours for fucking sake!

and i don't know what i did to you
i did nothing but treat you well
i guess you just can't understand
the drugs have you under a spell.

i wanted to adopt her
the little angel that you have
i couldn't wait to turn 18 and put

fallingi can't really say remember when
its not something we ever did.
i was always in your arms
but you never looked at me.

my hearts been in your hands since hello
can you agree with that?
24 hours
7 days a week.

you light me on fire
coursing it through my veins
and i understand this hurts you more
than it has ever hurt me.

everything changed
i always thought i cared
but i guess i never did
nothing feels the same.

where is the heart you once held?
where did you go?
i haven't shed a tear
it means nothing to me.

i can't say i regret anything
it was what i wanted from the start
but i can say it was a waste of time
i've never

shredderi don't shred hearts
i'm not made of razors
i only wanted friends
you know, those things that i could favor?

the people that should be there
that should stand right by your side
and no matter what happens
they're always willing to bide.

so i would like to thank you
for exaggerating "what i did to you".
but i'd also like you to take into account
what "i did" is less hurtful than what you're planning to do.

loststaring into darkness
i've been waiting for you
there's nobody here
and there's nothing to do.

its getting so cold
the white flakes brushing my nose
i've been waiting forever
i've watched every store close.

i can't guarantee i'll be here
when you decide to return
my lips are turning blue
i never wanted to learn.

i know i'll always love you
and i suppose you feel the same
but the ground is my only friend
left out in this freezing rain.

i can't feel my fingers
my cheeks are getting numb
i have a feeling you aren't coming
and now i'm feeling dumb.

the river rushing under me
its like a long lost friend
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Surviving You

by ~xxbrittanyox, Feb 7, 2012, 9:09:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Your lies became a tidal wave
that crashed above my head,
no matter how I flailed about
you left me there for dead.
The grey clouds washed the skies
and I reached in desperation,
my breath comes in in shallow gasps
in silent suffocation.
I meant the words that traced my lips
I'd never regret a thing,
and though you think your silence kills
it doesn't even sting.
The thunder roaring in my brain
is what makes me hurt inside,
words or not I need you not
you tried to break my pride.
The rain is overflowing
as it fills up to the brim,
I saw your disposition
and it made our future grim.
The lightning shined inside me
it opened my eyes and made me see,
the hand I held beside me
was never meant for me.
Your cold kisses me like you did
my veins run blue with ice,
that crooked way you smile
made clear your evident vice.
Hail pelts my soul
you act like I've already died,
I'm too deep in to pull me out
so covet the tears that I've cried.
My lungs feel your asphyxiation
and my eyes bulge in disbelief,
you've once again blown me away
like a lonesome Autumn leaf.
No sun could melt this loneliness
this tattered silence I behold
embanks me like the walls you made
that left me feeling cold.
Like 1977 you buried me
and hoped no one could hear
my screams that deafened in the night
and consumed my thoughts with fear.
My cries for help fall
on deaf ears like yours,
time is mocking and i'm drowning
finally losing sight of shore.
Wind whips and crushes me
I cannot breathe to scream,
the hurricane has just begun
to tear apart this dream.
I trudge through mountains
made of sleet so dry,
just to try to understand
your reasoning, so why?
Why am I suspended under water
while the waves are calm above?
How can my lips be blue,
my eyes so red,
when this is love?
No snow has stopped me
the rain can't blind me now,
these tidal waves keep crashing
destroying what resounds.
This tsunami wracks my brain
the destruction's never ending,
ere i'm left alone to deal with a heart
that's always mending.
Why am I still drowning
in a sea that you call yours?
Bleeding love from every orifice
with no salt to cure my sores.
No snow has fallen so hard,
no rain has flooded like this,
I forgot just who I was
when I drowned in this abyss.
With tidal waves still crashing
I seek solace in the dew,
I could never ever brave a storm
that could cause more damage than you.

Surviving Youby ~xxbrittanyox

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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*TheFinalHikari Feb 10, 2012 Writer

Thank you for participating in our prompt at #Live-Love-Write!

The story you told in this piece was quite powerful.

It did feel a bit rambling as it stretched on though; breaking things into stanzas and keeping focused on your overall point can help.

If you're going for an epic style, there are also some storytelling elements you can incorporate to keep things moving smoothly.

All in all, good work with this one.

*TheFinalHikari
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~xxbrittanyox Feb 10, 2012 Student General Artist

thanks

*TheFinalHikari Mar 2, 2012 Writer

You're welcome!

~DSteffi Feb 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I'm speechless. This is awesome! Great rhyming, I like the length of the lines and the rhythm and most of all the message of the poem.

~xxbrittanyox Feb 9, 2012 Student General Artist

thank you so much! and thanks for adding it to your collection

~haannaah-the-cupcake Feb 8, 2012

beautiful. it reminded me of something that i've been through so i completely get it and it really touched a nerve <3

~xxbrittanyox Feb 8, 2012 Student General Artist

thanks so much. <3

~haannaah-the-cupcake Feb 8, 2012

welcome

~theLUsir Feb 8, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Not sure if this was the word you actually wanted to use:

"the [lightening] shined inside me" -It could work but not as well as lighting or lightning.
"my lungs feel [your asphyxiation]" -The word choice here stands out as awkward. If he is asphyxiated how do your lungs feel it?
"I cannot [breath] to scream" -breathe

Hope I helped.

I love your metaphor of your relationship with this guy and a perfect storm. Makes the scene come to life!

~xxbrittanyox Feb 8, 2012 Student General Artist

and i mean my lungs feel your asphyxiation in the way that i could feel that he felt suffocated in the relationship like there was no way out and i could feel it too even though he never said anything.

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