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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 –
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)
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.
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
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)
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.

Splash.

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
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)
PerfectEver had the feeling where you can't stop looking at a picture?
Your gorgeous face makes me smile
Go weak at the knees
Makes me giggle like a little girl

Those morning texts
All day conversations
Random silly things like that
Make me smile

I see the led light flash the colours I've set for when I get a message from you
My heart flutters
My cheeks flush
I go deaf to the world when I'm reading a message from you

If your down
I'm always there for you
I know you don't want to worry me
I know you want me to smile
But I'm always here for you
No matter how you feel
I'd prefer to help
Than for you to be down

Your gorgeous eyes
Are mesmerising
You
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
weight of the worldand suddenly--
it was like the world decided that
it didn't want to carry its burden any longer,
so it shifted the weight
into the hollows of my bones
and told me that
it was my problem now.
UntitledThere is a loneliness that can
come to subsistence in man
deeper than the great
submarine sinkhole of Belize;

a crawling phthalo blue sadness
stolen off of a Picasso palette
of familiar numbing pains.

I recall having heard them
as they bid adieu- to me,
another newly extinct species;

some of us are meant for doom
like stellar sea cows, with only
our skeletal frames remaining.

Our squeaks muted all too soon
in the darkness of the shade.

So it goes: life can drag
a few of us blow by blow,
skewing our limbs and broiling
our skins by very heavy venom.
You Are BlindYou see a picture.
A girl with a smile on her face.

She looks beautiful.
She wasn't going anyway fancy.
But she wore her black make up.
And her brand new top.

But that isn't what I see...

Look a little closer...
Can't you see the tears that have just been wiped away?

Look a little closer...
Can't you see her right fist clenched,
Fumbling for her over strap bag?

Look a little closer...
Can't you see the left hand grip her long sleeve for dear life?

Look a little closer...
Can't you see her mind is running with thoughts tonight?

Look a little closer...
And maybe you'd have seen the warning signs....
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Selene - Valentines GiftI never had a dream come true,
Till the day that I met you.
I wanted you to know,
I love the way you smile.
If you cried,
I'd wipe away all your tears.
If you screamed,
I'd chase away all your fears.
I will hold your hand through these years.
You have all of me.
You captivate me.
Spellbind me.
Inspire me.
One thought of you is enough to leave the rest of the world behind.
I wanted to say,
I love you and I am not afraid.
You woke me up,
Saved me from the dark.
You took me from the nothing I had become.
Your brought me home. You saved me.
I had been living a lie,
Nothing was left,
Frozen inside,
Without your touch,
Witho
JonahOh, I can't get you out of my head.
Your the constant beat inside of my head.
Your all I think of,
Your all I dream about.

One wish.
Is all I ask of this world.
One wish,
For you to be mine.

Long nights by the fire,
Cute texts that I keep forever,
And read over and over.
One wish.

Sometimes I look at your photo,
And smile at your face,
Just to remember,
The happiness you give me.

I don't have much money,
Nor a college degree.
but I have an ever loving heart,
And I wish to give it too you.

I never believed in love,
I saw it as tom foolery,
A superstition cooked up long ago
But that was all before I talked to you.

Your a
Five To OnePatter Patter Patter.
Of tiny paws on the ground.
Innocent faces,
Round eyes,
Playful hearts.
So soft to touch,
So fun to play with.
On day one,
They were full of life.
They played all day,
And slept through the night.
On day two,
Five became four,
As one little kitten,
Never woke up.
We moved on,
With saddened hearts.
At least we had,
Four kittens left.
A few weeks pass,
No problems,
Just smiles,
Playing kittens.
Life was good.
Till one day,
A kitten got weak.
Couldn't play,
Could barely eat.
I went to bed that night,
And the kitten meowed me goodnight.
But in the morning,
She meowed no more.
We shed tears,
A
CancerWill you cry me a river?
Will you cry me a lake?
Tonight will you cry for me,
Cos I'm leaving you today.

Will you cry me an ocean?
Have tears running down your face.
Will you tell me that you'll miss me,
That you feel that ache inside of your chest.

I am lying here before you,
Slowly wasting away.
Diagnosed a year ago,
I'm finally going away.

Will you cry me a river?
Will you cry me a lake?
Tonight will you cry for me,
Cos I'm leaving you today.

They said that they would help me,
They told me to keep my head up high.
And now i have to say goodbye,
Even though the doctors tried.

Will you cry me a river?
Will you cry me a l
AmericaAmerica,
The land of the free,
Where you are shunned,
For your sexuality and orientation
And applauded for narrow mindedness.

No child is left behind,
And yet,
Children are suppressed,
Belief systems  and ways of life forced on them since birth.

How are we supposed to be free,
When a Father will hate his daughter for being gay,
And a son,
Is abused for the music that inspires him.

What is the human race becoming,
I hear you ask.

The human race,
Has faults.
We are greedy,
We are selfish,
We are terrified of anything new.

We have always been like this,
Ever since we evolved from chimps,
I believe you are asking the wrong q

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I hurt you....

:iconjetblackheartxxx:

It's still hard,
To picture you,
Next to another,
Whilst i watch from afar.

Where have the times gone?
I guess the sun sets,
Even here in paradise.

I still dream of you,
I still imagine your arms round me.
I still wish to be there,
Near you,
To wipe away the tears,
And laugh away the days.

But i guess that is impossible now...

I always said i would hurt you
I always told you,
Didn't i?
Well, here's your proof.
I made you cry,
I broke your heart.
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~Muerte23 Jul 18, 2012  Student Writer
bad my ass :P
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*JetBlackHeartxxx Jul 18, 2012  Student Writer
Your arse must be bad then :(
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~Muerte23 Jul 18, 2012  Student Writer
kinda :P
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*JetBlackHeartxxx Jul 22, 2012  Student Writer
XD
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~WildFangWolf Jul 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hun, you didn't break my heart.
You might have chipped the hardened surface, but it's not broken.
Through life, my heart has hardened as strong as steel. Blocking out most attempts to harm it.

And yes... I have shed tears for you, but... they're not tears of sadness. Not all crying must be of pain, you see. :heart:

And who says being with eachother is impossible? Given the time, nothing is ever impossible. :heart:
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*JetBlackHeartxxx Jul 18, 2012  Student Writer
Its a chip too much...

I don't want you to shed a tear for anything when it comes to me.

Try slamming a revolving door.
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~WildFangWolf Jul 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
But it's a chip in the right directoin. You showed me that love is something that isn't unobtainable. And you helped me get my heart back to what it should be. :heart:

But I will, hun. Because you're something amazing that's happened to me.

It can happen. Just put something in front of one of the doors and slam it into it/them. ;3
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*JetBlackHeartxxx Sep 17, 2012  Student Writer
I don't want to chip you :(

I am not amazing ><

When slamming a door, it is the action with which you push or pull a door with anough force, to make a large noise and for it to be 'slammed' into it's door frame. Revolving doors don't have door frames. there fore, yo cannot slam them
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~WildFangWolf Sep 17, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
If it helps to take away the separation between me and most other people, it's nothing bad.

Yes you are, love. <3

Well, technically, revolving doors do have frames, otherwise the glass wouldn't be there, and the door itself would just be sitting there, unable to rotate. ;)
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*JetBlackHeartxxx Sep 30, 2012  Student Writer
they have hinges, not a frame ._.
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