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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"

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

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.

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.

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.

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)

Honesty Written

from the

heart.

No eraser.

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..

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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Tales Of A Prince: Night With ComradesWe were all in a tavern in the heart of Mancana City. Perhaps I should describe our city? Mancana city was a big and industrious place, concrete pillars and buildings, steam pipes, auto-mobiles and machinery. There were three levels to the city. The middle was the suburb where the city folk and commoners lived. Underground was where the machinery and factories were, the lower part of the city was the slums where tramps and the lower class lived, some of them could have a job at the factory and do manual work but I was told it was difficult for them to get a promotion. The slums are connected to the sewers so it does stink down there and becau

Chain Of HurtWrapped in your chain of hurt
Something I have longed for time to break
Something that a great sacrifice should take
Deafenened by those chains, I longed to see your smile
I know your smile was a fake
I longed to see it crack and break.
I wish for you to unbind it and be kind
Your chains wrapped upon me that make my heart ache.

Let Me Come InLet me come in
The shadows are calling out to me
I am crying
I want to go home
blinded and cannot see
Afriad the monsters will cling onto me

I once lived in hell
The past is fading
I once lived in peace
I'm always wandering through the darkness

I fight and fight
Searching for the light
I grab hold of the picture to fight the shadows
But the shadows don't exists

Let me come in
I feel i'm not the me you see
I beg you, let me come in.

Flowers In MindFlowers in the mind will wither away
The blood of hanged men gave colour to the cherry blossom

She was beautiful in her crystallization
Black blood stained hair with pale skin
She taught me to smile and shown me true happiness
Like the gale of the wind, she quickly disappeared

Flowers in the mind created sparkling wounds to deny
The blood of hanged men gave colour to the cherry blossom

Broken memories created twisted stories
Spring came, the colours bleed and breathe
Flowers bloom; in my pain I found myself a new

Flowers scratch my mind
Healing within time
Beauty came from darkness
Anger gave birth to love
The ugly caterpillar

Too Late TonightIs it too late tonight? We are finally here
So now, you're drinking your vodka while having a smoke
I'm having my whiskey and telling you what part of me you broke
Looking at me almost teary eyed, I always wondered why
Now we're sick and tired of the lies

It's too late to drag the past into the candle light
Tonight, you can't accept that one lie was right

Feeing empty and full of shame, I'll put myself in blame
I gave you a bad taste in your mouth yet my name must be sweet on your tongue

Begging for forgiveness or sympathy
Must be disappointing to see
I asked only one question and that was why
Seems it was a lot for you to answer

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I am a fucked up Girl

by ~Hero-Ko, Jan 5, 2013, 5:00:38 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I am a fucked up girl you can't control
I am the heart you adore but can't let go

I am damaged goods but good indeed
I am the goddess you know yet don't need

La la Ha ha He's giving me a headache, he's giving me a headache again

I am a fucked up girl who is cruelty incarnate as cool
I am the heroine inside coursing through your heart

I am the fourth to the thirteenth
I am the devil you'll never know

La la Ha ha He's giving me a headache, he's giving me a headache again

I know it hurt you. All that we've been through
It's enough to touch me again with that coconut cream
Those soothing words you say that I pretend not to care
The pain we feel is what love breeds.
Yet fearing the ending of this dream
All that we've been through, I'll gladly love you.

I am a fucked up Girlby ~Hero-Ko

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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~Cynicrylle Jan 5, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

I love this! I imagine her saying this in f*cked-up, sing-song way. It subtly reminds me of this: [link] only in the girl's POV. Great poem, my sir! Great poem.

~Hero-Ko Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Haha Yeah, I wrote this in a happy mood.. Cool song.

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