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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)

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

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

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

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 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)

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.

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)

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

Ashes on the SandWe put you in
a crystal box
small enough for me
to hold in my
hands
(and that thought gives me
chill bumps)
The tide was high
where we took you
and I remember thinking
how pointless it was
(you were just going to wash
up on the shore)
Everyone was quiet
and some people cried
and as you were tossed
out to sea like so
many grains of sand
I thought how much
I missed you
(Now I think how much
I hate you
for leaving)

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Love and DoubtLove and Doubt

Five minutes until I meet her father
And I wonder if I'll be a bother
Will my speech be heard
Will I mess up my words?
Will I find the right words to say
Will I make a good impression today?

But then she whispers in my ear
That I have nothing to fear
Because her love for me
Will never change

Now I'll never make more thirty thousand a year
And her leaving me is my greatest fear
Will she still be my honey
If I never have enough money?
Will she be mad
Or will she be sad?

But then she whispers in my ear
That I have nothing to fear
Because her love for me
Will never change.

Now she has lots of friend
I get none

Sorry, GomennasaiSorry, Gomennasai

Now find the words to say
Now find your life today
Do you remember this boy?
Do you remember the feeling of joy?

Yeah I remember you name
Yeah, do you feel the same?
Do you want to kill me?
Or do you just hate me?

Because I made promises
I sealed them with kisses
And I stole your heart
Right from the start.

I've been thinking about you
And all the things I had you do
You was just my play thing
When I was your everything.

Before me you was pure
I talked about our future.
You wanted to be together.
I said never, but I wanted it forever.

You wanted romance
I just wanted to dance
I had someone else on my m

Shirly in the TriggerShirly in the Trigger

Are these tears for real?
What is it that you really feel?
Using your grief to get closer to him.
But what then? What then?

A stolen kiss in the rain
Did you fake your pain?
Was it all for your gain?
It's okay love makes people insane

Shirly behind the trigger
But she won't feel sad
But she won't feel mad
Because she won't remember anything.

The two of you create sin
From the feelings that come from within
But you did it for a guy
But why?

Are you afraid of death?
Are you afraid of what's left?
You always miss
Whats gone, but thats a life risk

Shirly behind the trigger
But she won't feel sad
But sh

I lied todayI lied today

So I told a lie
I'm not really sure why
But I like it
Every last bit.

I talked about you
But I'm pretty sure you already knew
I talked about how you love me
If only that could be.

I said in september
Seventeen would be a date to remember
We would be together
Forever and ever

Foo Fighters would provide the fun
And we would become one
Expressing the feeling define by red
Twisting and turning in a bed

But your dead
So no matter what I said
It would never come true
Huh? That makes me a bit blue

And when I look inside
And all the feelings I chose to hide
Come bursting out
And all the lingering doubt

Fly away

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For Your Soul

by *Alexisisinneed, Sep 15, 2011, 9:10:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

For your soul

He ignores you during the day
You look at him and he turns away
He's the reason why you end up this way

Struggling for something at night
Struggling with all your might
There's nothing in sight

A picture of him in your hands
Tonight like every night you'll love will stand
Now enter into your own fantasy land

Now begins the first touch
It's not much
So it's not enough

Your fingers are cold
Your pleasure is untold
Your need this more then gold

Your breathe increases and you quicken the pace
Your imagining his face
Right now, he's in this place

Right now he's on top of you
Doing what he should do
Something that will never be true

In reality your a wreck
But right now he's kissing your neck
While your fingers go uncheck

In reality your not the one
But right now you've won
You and him are one

Now your out of breath
Now you wish for death
Because this emptyness is what left

But you need to be whole
So you masturbate for your soul
No one will ever know.

For Your Soulby *Alexisisinneed

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2011-2013 *Alexisisinneed

Sorry this was in my head all day.

It's about a girl who loves a guy, but he doesn't return her feelings.

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~SouthernRed Oct 14, 2011

Sad....but I love it!

God Bless and be with you
SouthernRed

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*Alexisisinneed Oct 14, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I was hoping for a more despair feeling but sad works.

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~SouthernRed Oct 14, 2011

Sorry I'm not good at typing all that out!

God Bless and be with you
SouthernRed

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*Alexisisinneed Oct 14, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

It's okay.

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Mood: Adoration

~4Heartless Sep 16, 2011 Student Interface Designer

This is sow interesting......thanks

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*Alexisisinneed Sep 16, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I'm glad you like it. Your welcome.

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