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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.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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)
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.
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
Why don't you kill yourself?“Why don’t you kill yourself?”
Is the voice that often pops in my head
To remind me I’d be better off dead.
As I sit in my two story house
I’m always alone and filled with doubt.
I take medications I don’t know why
These thoughts constantly go through my mind.
I remind myself I have friends who care
And my parents, well, try to be there.
Some would think I’m being over dramatic
Others will think these thoughts could only come from an addict
Or a psycho.
As I weigh the pros and cons
The commercials shut off, the main program goes on
So I turn my mind off and let the show play
And hope that I can be happy one day.
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Just a Poem

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Just a short poem,of whats going on in my heart.

I look to the stars, and heaven is not so far.
Dreams and reality not so bad.
With millions of people around me, life is good.

Those that know of eternity, know paradise is all around.
Millions of miles might separate us, our souls share the same sky.
My love for you is eternal, our hearts share the same rhythm.

A golden string connects us, forever and again.
A quiet storm, we are in the eye of the tornado.
I want to take us further, into the Heavens above.
To live once again, standing at the gates of eternal life.
Once again reunited with those most precious.

My love for you is the beginning of time and.
As the clock stops.....it still goes on.

A moonlight dance, across the seas of my mind.
Maybe this is my fantasy, and only lives in my heart.
One day I hope you will see, my love for Him comes before him.

After the song ends, I close my eyes.
After I turn and let my dreams consume me, I smile as its night once again.
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Just....randomness I really dont know whats going on but I felt like writing. It might not make sense or does it? TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!! O.O
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~Simpson240 Sep 15, 2011
This is a interesting piece.
To start off, the title itself is quizzical. Normally, outright stating that this poem holds no real meaning, and is "just a poem".. just another every day poem... Would be a BAD idea... however, mixed with the picture you chose, it does stand out.
But... to back step a bit... the title, even with the picture choice... doesn't really go well with the poem.
Your piece SCREAMS! that this is ANYTHING but 'just a poem' to you, and the imagery used doesn't blend with the title so much. If the poem were about, or even had an undertone of, someone not noticing you, or not caring. About the words not mattering as much as they should... then the title would be PERFECT. However.. that is not the case.
But, the actual writing...
Amazing imagery!
I, as i pay close attention to spacing and punctuation so that I can spot flow, noticed right off the bat that you put a period at the end of EVERY line. A line is NOT a sentence.. in the sense that a single sentence can span many lines, or part of a line... whatever best builds FLOW.
Also, your stanzas don't rhyme (I know they don't have to, just bear with me a moment :P) and the overall layout of them created no pattern, and lines (being separate sentences) only loosely connect to one another. This hurts the flow... which is very risky. Because of the lack of flow, you are counting on the reader to let the imagery lead them on, or the storyline... but because the sentences are so loosely related at times, a clear story is hard to decipher... leaving only IMAGERY to lead us on as readers. NOT FATAL, but very risky.
Fortunately, this is topic is VERY easy to relate to, as almost EVERYONE goes through times of joy, and times of trouble in their love life.
The final line is alright. Meaning that it is witty, and leaves the reader with a good impression of the poem, and crams the MAIN IDEA into our heads one last time... everything a good final line should do!
Over all, a good poem... But keeping spacing, patterning, FLOW, MAIN IDEA, and context in mind, you are capable of much much better! (not to say this is bad. Once again, It is quite good. Notice, I had no problems with the wording for the most part, and half the review was about the title XD. I just mean that this is good... But you could write with all the grace of a falling star, should you try your utmost :) )
Good work!
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*WolfDreams Sep 15, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
<3 Thank you so much for your words! I see what your saying and actually am considering changing the title XD Great point because it is...more then just a poem haha
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~Simpson240 Sep 15, 2011
I had thought as much :)
It's not easy to write such a lovely piece without feeling for it. :)
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Mood: Love ~GUNGHO917 Sep 3, 2011
Love the shot, love. Very beautiful words too. Thank you for being my everything <3
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*WolfDreams Sep 3, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
:) Love you!!!!
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!AnimailianKin Aug 17, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
it makes sence for you?
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*milenkadelic Aug 17, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Beautiful poem ! :hug:
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!Itineraires Aug 17, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
beautiful words !!!

paradise is
where I am
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*WolfDreams Aug 17, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
<3 Thank you Itineraires :)
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!Itineraires Aug 17, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
in fact, not easy on my side to really appreciate: I have problems with english
even if I can read it, not sure to understand the whole text
and also hard for me to feel the "music" of the words (that is the heart of a poem)
I just can say I read beautiful words
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