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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

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)

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

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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These tears are the rain
My laughter is pain
My thoughts are insane

I touch the flame
And it feels the same
Baby, what's my name?

I can't see inside
I just want to hide
Can I leave everything behind?

Because they already won.
I was too busy staring at the sun.
Did you have fun?

Did you fire the gun?
It just can't be done.
Is there even a one?

Do you even care?
Are you even there?
What's with that dead stare?

What happen to you?
Why are you so blue?
What did she do?

Do you want to die?
Did you cry?
All you ever do is sigh.

What about that promise?
Is that the cause of this?
Did I just miss

Behind My Door is the TruthBehind my door is the truth.

Keep banging on the door
And I'll tell you more
And I'll show you what's in store.

Because in the end
We all pretend
That we don't bend

That were all fine
But you'll see it in this ryhme
Just give it time.

Everything that is said
Is in your head
But you don't notice your dead.

You don't notice your fake smile
And you feel happy for while
But mile after mile

And thats when you realize
That all these lies
Saying that you can fly.

So what do you see?
Do you think your free?
Am I happy being me?

Is it really that strange
To want to change
Or perhaps rearrange?

But when you hate whats inside
A

Oh Dear GodOh Dear God

I stare out the window
Wondering whats going on below
Hell I'll never know

What it's like to be with you
Why the sky always stays so blue
Why love is never true.

But what I hate
Is this thing called fate
Now thats something I'll like to debate.

Because this God 'has' plans for me
But he really doesn't see
That unders his opressive gaze, I'm not free.

Because he likes to keep score
Just wanting more and more
I know what's in store

That I'll be thrown into a burning hell
Is that Justice, do tell!
But whatever the ending it won't be swell

Because my dear
You'll never be near
Now pass me that beer.

Because I want

If you only knewIf you only knew.

I'm in love with you
And if you only knew
these gray skies would turn blue.

When you look at me you see a differnt face
And I know I'm here just to fill space
No wonder I feel so out of place.

I knew this from the start
But when you have a shattered heart
You don't care if it gets torn apart.

Because I like your lies
And I'll never ask you why
Even when you walk on by.

Because I know
Where you really go
But I know you won't show.

I know it's all for play.
But what's your delay?
Why don't we hit replay.

Because I got plenty of time
And who cares if I'm fine.
As long as you pretend to be mine.

Your fake l

Another DayAnother Day

Do you ever think of me?
Tell me what you see?
Is it fun being free?

I'll scream hi.
But you'll whisper bye.
I won't ask you why.

And I'll still pretend to be a knight
What a pitiful sight!
Maybe it'll end this night.

But you'll pull out your sword
And I'll reach toward
but your only bored.

Is it all for fun?
Am I the one?
Yet they won.

So that makes me wrong?
But for how long?
Let's replay this song.

So then I'm a liar.
But look at this fire!
It burns with a heartful desire.

Cause I really do care.
And I'll be there.
I'll make your life fair.

But you'll move on your way.
And tomorrow is another day
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by *Alexisisinneed, Dec 16, 2011, 7:14:30 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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This one's about a girl
Who created a world
Full of flowers
And Love was power
And she made people smile
And they laughed for a long while

This one's about a boy
Who wanted to be nothing but a toy
He climbed a tower
It took hours
He never cried
Exccept the day she died

This one's about a baby
It was his...maybe
It had her hair
It's skin was fair
It let out a loud cry
And a man forgot about a lie

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