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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
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
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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WorldMy broken past sways in the wind
A peice of the night forever it is
the world spins around me but nothing i give
i sit there and wonder why i breath its air at all
the peices of my heart lay scattered on the floor
and they will be there foverer and more
have you ever noticedhave you ever noticed the children cry
their little eyes filled with lake blue tears
their bodys curled up tired of all the pain

Have you ever noticed a bullys laugh
their eyes filled with enjoyment
their bodys readty to strike down any opponent

Have you ever noticed a teachers kindness
their voice ready to punish any who need it
their bodys ready to jump up in action

But have you ever noticed a bystanders help
they sit there and stand like broken old toys
most of them never help and i think its time they do

Have you ever noticed?
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Price to PayI sit and cry as i watch the rain fall from the sky
A world i fear i lost a place of pain sorrow and loss
A sky filled with nothing but fear
A  heart broken turned into dust
A love that will never fully grow
My tears i share with the heavens
My soul i share with the pages

The angels watch over me but do they protect?
The pain of ones suffering never fully healed
A broken soul that has only known hatred
Clouds that turn are world grwy
Stars that fill us with hope
Smiles that bring us joy

I belive in you
But do you belive in me?
Are we destened for greatness?
Or are we about to fail our greatest test?
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A Broken Heart...

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A broken heart brings pain and tears
A broken heart brings suffering
A broken heart brings death
A broken heart brings dangerous choices
A broken heart brings sarrow & regret
A broken heart brings hate
A broken heart brings creatures of evil
A broken heart most of the time never heals
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this is a poem i made while in school just bored and i thought of all the people who had their hearts broken </3 im sorry and i feel your pain for i am forever alone but together we can make it through just being kind will bring that heart to heal...
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!dexualSeviant May 19, 2012  Student Artist
A broken heart also means new beginnings. Good luck :)
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~vampirelily56 May 19, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
yes it does. Thanks for commenting <3 it means a lot to me
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~Cryztina Mar 6, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Nawww D': I'm so sorry
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~vampirelily56 Mar 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
XD its ok its not ur falt did u like?
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~Cryztina Mar 6, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
still D''';
yes, it made me think. maybe we can talk some more another day =) have to go to sleep now ;D
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~vampirelily56 Mar 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
XD ok bye :3 :iconbyeplz:
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!SuicideNoteXIII Mar 5, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty and
he
said no. She asked him if he would want to be with her forever and
he
said no. She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and
............once
again he replied with a no. She had heard enough. As she walked... See Moreaway, tears streaming down her f......ace the...
... See Moreboy grabbed her arm and said.... You're not pretty
you're beautiful. Idon't want to be with you forever. I NEED to be
with you forever. And Iwouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die...
♥♥ ~~THE END~~ ♥♥.......Isn't that sweet? Tonight at midnight your
true love willrealize they like you. Something good will happen to
you at 1:00-4:00pm tomorrow, it could be anywhere on IM or email,
outside of school,anywhere! Get ready for the biggest shock of your
life. If you breakthis chain letter you will be cursed with 10
relationship problems forthe next ten years. If you post this to 15
pages in 15 minutes, you're safe.
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~vampirelily56 Mar 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
XD no i dont wanna be cursed
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~The666thDracula Mar 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
soo true, my heart's kiindaa broken now </3
amazing poem :heart:
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~vampirelily56 Mar 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
thxs and im srry to hear that cheer up though cause if u keep your head high and looking you'll soon find someone worth while
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