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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.

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.

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

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qui me fait rêver
et je perds ma raison
C'est inutile
essayer de cacher, mentir,
ou simplement dire que non
Parce que quand tu es proche
je me sens libre,
je me sens plus légère.
Perdue, je me trouve
dans une autre dimension,
comme une nouvelle atmosphère
Un monde où
je peux te faire rêver,
et où je peux rêver avec toi.
Un monde où
je te vis comme ma realité -
c'est un rêve pour moi.
Parfois, j'ai peur
de reveiller et voir
que c'est comme ce de rien était.
Mais le matin,
je sens ton embrasse vers moi...
Mes rêves sont déjà vrais!

Romantic ShitI never needed the romantic shit...
I'd rather have had a little respect.
Your set of pleasantries could not desguise
the way you treated me as a cheap object.
I think about all the lies you told
and how I was stupid enough to believe...
In a first moment, I really felt pain
now though, I feel relieved.
Your indiference towards my feelings
and the "I love you"s that were never true
are what come to my mind
every damned time I think about you.

ToiLa lumière tombe sur ton regard, amour
et produit un effet si divers.
Moi, envoutée, j'admire
le mystère du brun avec le charme du vert.

Comme une œuvre d'art
tu es parfait, chaque morceau
Je ne me sens jamais fatiguée
de regarder tout de toi, mon beau.

Sur ton dos, il y a des signes
gravés par les anges du ciel.
Tes bises ont la vivacité de la passion
avec la douceur du miel.

InfidelityPlease, be my toy tonight,
I don't want love, I want to forget.
Use-me while I use you...
Tomorrow I'll think about regret.

Cover my cold body with yours,
burn my skin like fire,
wake up the sensations in me,
remind what is to feel desire.

Empty me of all of him,
while you me fill with your body, with you.
Erase all the marks he left on me
and leave your own marks too.

Use-me, own-me, be my toy, be my tool,
call me cheap, call me a whore....
Just make me forget him, please!
I don't want his love anymore.

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My Widowed Heart

by =C-Allagash, Jan 16, 2013, 3:30:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

My love for you was something I can't say
the reason of my breath, the light of my day

I'll never find someone like you used to be
I'll never recover the part of you missing in me

When I listen to our song, I still sing along...
Though I'll never understand why it went so wrong

I had never felt that a sentiment could be so true
What will I do once I can no longer count on you?

Will I ever overcome this loss and the pain?
Will I ever hold you in my arms again?

I pray that I will up wake from this nightmare,
look at you, feel you near, see that you still care.

I'll always miss all of you, every single part.
Rest in Peace, while I try to heal my widowed heart.

My Widowed Heartby =C-Allagash

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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~Claudia-R Jan 25, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

sad words

~TheLionAndTheFish Jan 23, 2013

'widowed heart, wow! Beautiful choice of word use. This is so moving and even though I don't know the 'true meaning', it has a certain meaning for me personally; I can relate to it in a way. In my own way, I guess. Even though I find this a masterpiece and I'll definitely fav it, I feel sorry that you had to go through this misery. I hope you do better now, I really do!

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