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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

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.

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

Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,
but what can you say?
Nothing can help her.
The pain won't go away.

But she would've stopped,
you could've said no.
That's what she wanted,
someone to say don't go.

That someone wanted her,
or at least would try.
That someone would grieve
if she were to die.

But you just stared,
nodding your head,
and she realized the truth
with a feeling of dread.

No one wanted her.
No one cared.
Not even you,
with the the love you shared.

So she said good-bye,
and you watched her leave.
She may have had the rope,
but now you can't breathe.

Honesty Written

from the

heart.

No eraser.

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

wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,
swollen around the words she never said;
dark rings around her eyes
like planets unremembered, and
a staleness to her touch,
the crystalline Dead Sea.

she's living like a story
that's already been told
"if no one loved you
would you mean anything at all?"

in that moment,
we forget to exist.

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Of a broken girl who smiles through the pain. A girl who refuses to cry because someone has to be strong when all anyone wants to do is be weak. A girl who can see through everyone's facades, even when she can't see two feet in front of her face.

Of a girl who lives off hopes and dreams because they make the future so much brighter. A girl who can be so expressive and profound if ever given the proper chance or courage. A girl who has learned to start each day fresh, leaving her baggage in the past.

Of a girl who has seen the darkness and terrors this world harbors but does not fear them. A girl

Defenses.I've built up my walls
Strengthened my defenses
Prepared myself for the worst.
No, baby, I'm not trying to keep you out
I'm doing all of this
Because I already let you in.

I Love You."Have you ever been in love?"

"Yes."

"What is it like?"

"Magical. The best feeling of my life."

"What does it feel like to be in love?"

"Let's see… Being in love is like the beautiful rainbow after a storm. It's the butterflies in your stomach and the tremble in your fingertips. It's the pink on your cheeks caused by something other than a cool breeze and the inability to do anything but smile. It's the fact that every day seems brighter and giving up hope doesn't even cross your mind."

"Wow…"

"Yeah, love is an amazing feeling."

"You must love someone quite a lot."

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Whispers In The DarkShe had cracked. The darkness had gotten to her. The corners of her mind had long since succumbed, being numbed into a sense of nothingness. Tears streamed freely down her face and she didn't attempt to stop them. All she could hear were the voices.

"You could have stopped this. You could have been worth something…"

She had given up on blocking out the voices. After all, there was nothing left for her to do. She had begged, pleaded, groveled and even gone so far as try to speak over all the voices in the background. But nothing proved to be of any sort of help. The only thing she could do was sit and listen; sit and accept their words.

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Please Don't Ever Leave

by ~museisforever1207, Dec 21, 2012, 11:39:28 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I may not have seen you coming,
But that doesn't mean I regret your arrival.
After all,
Aren't the best things in life unseen?

I have always led a happy life,
And never faced despair.
All doors have always been open to me,
And I thought that I was set.

But even though all that's true,
I've always wanted more.
I've wanted to know love,
And what it is to be adored.

I've had my hopes and dreams
Set on that single thing,
But nothing I ever imagined
Prepared me for this.

I didn't expect to fall in love,
So hard or so fast.
I didn't think I'd ever be so sure,
That someone could give me a future that would last.

But here you are,
Lying next to me,
Not a single care,
In the entire world.

And as I watch you lay so calmly,
I wonder to myself:
What did I do to be so lucky?
How did I find my other half?

I may not be able to say,
Of what it is that souls are made.
And I can only apologize for my faults,
Because they will never change.

But I can tell you,
With absolute certainty,
That his soul is cut
From the same fabric as mine.
And my jagged edges--
Well, only with him do they align.

I can say now,
That I finally understand,
It really is as simple as
When you know, you know.

So I guess what I'm trying to say,
As you sleep so peacefully next to me,
Is that I love you.
I'm in love with you.
And only with you do I see a future
That I really want to live.

So please don't ever leave.
(Please!)

Please Don't Ever Leaveby ~museisforever1207

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Still giving up on the worthwhile title thing.

He was sleeping next to me and he looked so peaceful and it was inspiring. <3

~deideiisawsome19 Dec 21, 2012

Ah, how relate-able. I especially liked that one part about the jagged edges that only he could fit with. That's so creative and metaphorical and other words that i can't think of right now.

~museisforever1207 Dec 21, 2012

Thank you!
I have that line scribbled out and rewritten like four times in my notebook so I'm really glad the final way worked out. <3
Thank you for the favorites, too, dear!!!

~deideiisawsome19 Dec 21, 2012

you're welcome, and wow, four times? where did the idea come from? it's as-i-said creative and i know i couldn't come with something like that even if i tried for hours

~museisforever1207 Dec 21, 2012

In my head it's another take on the idea of fitting together like puzzle pieces. And I knew I wanted the last line to end with the word 'align' but it took me forever to word the rest of it in a way that I didn't think felt awkward with the flow of the poem.

~deideiisawsome19 Dec 21, 2012

well, it was worth your time! May you and he be together forever. ^_^

~museisforever1207 Dec 21, 2012

Thank you so much! That means so much to me. It really does.

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