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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.

RelapseIt’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when

‘just one more’

made you feel better.

- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s

falling.

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"

WorthlessWorthless,
the name that cuts like a knife,
Me,
it's all that you see inside,
My heart,
is breaking with every breath I take
The lies,
the only thing I can't seem to face.

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.

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.

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

Battle in my MindEat.
Don't eat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
You're perfect.
You're worthless.
You're beautiful.
You're disgusting.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
Show me.
No!
I love you..

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

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)

In The Daylight

In The Daylight

A false downfall
An unexpected revival

Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness

Life...redefined
Death...redesigned

In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
-
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest

I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic

I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid

A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete

Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrat

Honesty Written

from the

heart.

No eraser.

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.

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Ill thoughtsJust as I found
a sun to bask under
he burns my nightmares away
and I am Nothing without
Them

Moments soaked in affection
Ill thoughts carving words
on their flesh
Dip my fingers in the cracks
I lick the acidic bitterness

Temporary solutions

Once Upon a time
I'll rip you open
and savor the all that
Misery
that comes with it
Until then..

..rest assuringly in my arms

sweetheart

A confession - pt. HellDon't shed these accusing tears
Sisters
Their condemtion is worse
than any Devil's touch

And when I fall into
Hell
disgusted by the taste
it spits me out again

But
I feel my demons running
down my cheeks along with
useless torment
And their tongues
in my mouth
hands searching the flesh
for consolation

Yet we cannot quench
our thirst
We rip our skins off in fury
Oh well
at least
they're mine

Dear Sister
I think my reflection is
slipping away

A confession - pt. HeavenYou say you pray for me
Sister
but I am too blind
to believe in words

Instead
I pray to saint that are
hanging
by their halos
They too can hear the voices
in my head
When darkness falls
we can't even save ourselves
anymore

Sister I am
the son of Angels
but the brittle wings
cannot bear the weight of my
confession
and are reduced to a breath

And then
the Descend

where dream is truthOne day she fell asleep
only to wake
as audience and protagonist

As Spring burned to colours
gently tangling
with bejeweled desperation
and the chafe marks from her
ribbon confines
A cheerful painting that is
being eaten away
by silkworms

The heavy aroma in the air
sweetly strangles her breath

and the seductive sensation of
the flowers devouring the mind
Greedy little mouths
latched of he scar-decorated
flesh

Crimson flowing
stains the electric blue sky
with Purple

Sanity flows away
with it

....

When I woke up I saw my dream
wasn't far off from

the truth

In his MindIn his mind
he sought refuge

For the world was madder
than him
locked up in his misery-padded room

looking up to a burned out sun
his sky shines with Ignorance
You can feel his mind warp
like the branches of his
twisted trees
from which nooses hang like
ripe apples

In his rage
he sought reality

For that moment was
more real
than the truths he was fed

He sank his claws
into Alice
and tore Wonderland apart
The bones snapping
blinding him with colours
were punishment for
her false words

"..you should've kept your promise.."

Death to the Liar Rabbit

Count the people insidePrepare the tools, doc
and cut her up good
There are others hiding
inside

One is the Child
playing House among
Ruins
a princess that rules castles
of dust
Eyes sewn shut, she won't see
how fucked up she truly
feels

She'll hide in false
Laughter

There is the Dreamer
living in her lies
trying to glue
paper stars on hollow skies
for her to sleep under
He'll breathe
Hope and Emotion

He doesn't notice he's
suffocating

The last, he's the Maniac
getting high on blind
Rage
he'll break her down
every night
'cause she must be at fault
for their
imperfection

her tears he turns to acid

Hey there, doc
Did you notice

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Look.at.me.

by ~dokuneko, Apr 27, 2011, 2:36:56 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

It's only when I stand on
a stage lit by
all those eyes
that it's okay for me to
ask millions of Strangers to

"Love me"

Look.at.me.by ~dokuneko

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Another one in the "Love Me" section

It needs a better title true, but "Love me" is already taken". Bummer.

I was reading a review of the movie "Cabaret" for a school project, some time ago.
It went on about how Sally was desperate to feel loved and accepted and that this is what she would ask every night through her shows. or something along those lines.

I see myself and many others mirrored in those lines. And I love to rub salt in our wounds, so here you have it

=Kanda-kun Oct 23, 2011

I guess even normal people feel like this. I guess it's the reason the most of people goes to television and internet communities and things like youtube - just to feel loved, feel special, feel important.
They wait desperately for people commenting, viewing... things like this.
Here in my country we say "people is hunting its 15 minutes of fame"...