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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 –

You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
For you.

Dear fucked society,Dear fucked up society,
Why do you take our rights?
Our human rights?
To who we love?
To who we are.. To our image?
Tell me.

You force images down our throat;
Images of airbrushed, false looking
people. You want people to look
more skinny and cause anorexia,
More along the hidden line that
you dig under the ground like
a dead forgotten body yet always there

You show us that its not right to be gay,
lesbian, bi-sexual or transgendered..
And then wonder why the suicide rate is
so fucking high. You cause the nightmares
and terrors of our family not accepting us
our

Telling Childhood Goodnight.They were the fearless whispers through the starless night.
They were the pounding feet through the cobbled streets,
Screaming out for everything.
They were the fleeting memories of a time long gone by,
Blown away in the wind to a far away sky,
Where the air is cold and the stars never shine.

Memories leave their traces behind,
The scars on my legs from a day long gone by.
I was climbing a rock,
That would forever leave me with a flaw.

They were the youthful cries, screaming out.
They were the glowing eyes, on a fearless march,
Racing down the cobbled streets, blazing out for all to see.
The beacon of light that is now dying out,
I never wanted it to go away.
Everything is changing at a speed I can’t match,
I am drifting further every day.

It makes me want to cry that the best and worst days of my life,
Are being pushed away with every day that passes by.
I want to hold on
But each day I lose more ground.
Soon they will be gone without even a sound.

Th

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)

I don't fight fair...Cut, bruised, scraped, forgotten. These things I have all been at least once in my life. But it
hasn't made me stronger, just more determined in my fight to live another day.
I know the ways of my attackers, studied their movements, learned their tricks and gleamed
their true motives. I have seen their weaknesses, their faults, theirs flaws and I have kept
them close to me, ready for use when the next time we meet.
They are cautious of me, they have weary from my adaptive ways, knowing that I can fall only
so many times. They are scared for I have the key to their defeat; not by sane ways, but by
the ways they fear to tread.
One look, one stare, one gesture and they will run in fear for the truth is upon them: "I won't
live restrained anymore."
"I have seen your errors an played on them like strings on a violin. Moved you to place were I
make the rules. Put you on display for all to see what you have done, and what will be done."

You ha

Silent and GoneAlong the blue streams of those who were simplistically glassed, I drag my wooden, empty coffin; it contains only my past.

For the many decades I've lengthened have expanded pain's time; across shallow mountains and beatings I prepare my final climb.

Through harsh mists and soft grasses the journey trembles on; days on end without my voices; alas, I realize they are gone.

Near all abandonment's shelter I rest without ease; my halved demon appears before me; she speaks hellishly in the breeze.

Forgiveness and hallucination she crisply burns in my eyes; I must awaken and continue, 'tis my time to remain wise.

To a judging stream near the g

The WaitingBones hang from trees
Hollow windchimes rattling
In the sullen breeze

Dark clouds make noonday dusk
Rusted buttons on threadbare coats
Sorrow drips like rain

(From the fingertips of this dead-rose day)

Hoofprints kill the grass
Where the dark horse steps
The rider unsmiling

The tired and ill amble about
Cattle awaiting the shoulder tap
To sleep, but not to dream

(To become whatever the second birth dictates)

the carbon footprint of an arsonistyour crystal promise
rings drip off your glacial
fingers into global

nothings. the geodesic
dome you used to live in
is a hell you keep

clean-shaven and concentric,
spiraling away from you,
wrapping your unborn

children up in paper goblets.
for minimum wage, any geryon
would cling to the terza rima

inkblots on your
collarbones, his spongy molars
diving into your right

angles, his familiar laughs
killing your skin with
shivering cuddles and you

shudder, being self-diagnosed
at center of the universe,
your hair a nest of radio

waves, the one cosmic
principle drumming on the ancient
heart of mystery.

but amateur porn always
made you cry

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)

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.

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

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)

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Pixels and My SoulWe speak
And I pour out
My soul
To him.

I do not turn
To my friends,
My close friends,
The ones who have been
At my side
For four years.

I speak
To him about
Anything,
Anything and everything.

We know
So much about each other
Only through
Pixels and glowing screens.
Not all,
But far too much.

We talk
So often,
We are like
Brother and sister.

I do not
Understand.
I naturally
turn to him
for help
and few others.

Words made of pixels,
Squares on a screen
Or a friendship
Through thick and thin?

I hardly know
What to call it,
What to think of it,
What to do with it.
Word after word
Pixel after pixel.

My own trust
Confuses me,
Confound

DeathDeath

The sound of feathered wings
In an icy sky
A grey sky
Weeping, mourning

The sound of blood
gurgling from a man's lungs
His punctured lungs
Bubbling, frothing

The sound of bones
Splintering on concrete
The blank sidewalk
Snapping, breaking

The sound of a rattle
pouring from an old man's throat
His wrinkled throat
Clattering, rattling

Death

The sound of the wind
As it sweeps away the soul
The quiet soul
Whispering, hissing
As it pulls
Your life
Away

SlippingI don't know
What is wrong
With me

I know
I knew
I was done
I was over
I had no feelings for
Him

I don't know
What is going on
In me
In my heart

I talk to him
And each time
The pixels read
Message Received
I smile

Realizing
I wipe
Bitter treason
From my face
Sent
From my foul
Two-faced heart

I'm over him!
I felt it
As my heart
Slipped free
And the chain
Snapped
Releasing it
Into cloudless skies

And now
A thin cord
An unnoticed bond
Pulls tight
And wants to reel me
Back in
Once more

Why did it
Not sever,
Not break,
Not snap
With the rest
When I pulled myself
From the pit
Called "love"?

Slipping
Falling back
To the vile darkness
In

RevengeShe concealed herself in the alley, crouched behind a dumpster that made her nose curl with its scents of rotting food and sour milk. A blade of stainless steel, clutched in a hand damp with sweat, trembled in front of her. Her feet wobbled in high black heels and she struggled to keep her balance in a miniskirt of the same color. With a jittery hand, she wiped a drop of nervous perspiration off of her smooth brow. Listening for her cue, she turned the gold band around her ring finger. It shone with moonlight between her middle finger and pinky as she twisted it, lost in thought. A boot clumped along, sending small echos that woke her from th

FreedomI
am
finally
free

The bonds
forged
of a crush,
a fool-hearted
crush,
a crush
that even I
wished to
forget,
have finally
broken
and I
can spread
my wings
and fly

I
am
free

The funny
thing,
the odd
occurrence
was that
it was he
who snipped
the bond
with his
nose in the air
and arrogant
ways,
his belief
that he
was above
all of us

Am
free

I'm done
with him
and love
(for a while,
at least)
so I
may soar
the skies
perfectly,
utterly

FREE

The Furry Christmas Feast As I swept up the glass and ceramic shards from our mahogany floor, I pondered, why did this have to happen to ME?

Five hours before that, I had been taking tins of raw hamburger meat to the woods in our backyard. My house was backed up to a mountain covered in trees, shrubs, one stream, and an assortment of feral dogs and cats. Pebbles and Milo, my cat and my dog, trailed me, their collars tinkling in a merry melody that matched the Christmas-y feel of the snow-covered woods. When the three of us had arrived at a clearing, I set down the pie tins with a soft "crunch" into the snow. Hidden away, I knew several of the abandoned pets w

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by ~ChibiterasuOkamiden, Nov 7, 2012, 2:42:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Nobody gets it
Nobody understands

I show my artistic side
And people scoff

They tell me
To stop being what I'm not

They tell me
that I'm trying to hard; forcing it

They tell me
That I need to be the me that they've known

But
This IS what I am

But
This flows out of me NATURALLY; like a river of words

But
This IS me, you've only known a mask, a facade

I expose my artistic side
And people crush it under boots

I expose the REAL me
and they beat me down with hammers foraged from cruelty

I stand shattered
Nobody puts me back together

And yet
I must move on
Alone

Aloneby ~ChibiterasuOkamiden

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~TwilightTears446 Dec 12, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

AAHH that's so sad!! who DARE they insult your are! Grrr it angers me. And I should know, being alone is not cool. X(
For all I could say is to ignore them, really, they don't know anything! You can be as creative and artistic as you want, no matter what they say.
Sorry, i just get frustrating when people judge others...
You're never alone!

~ChibiterasuOkamiden Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks

Its nice to know that there's people out there who agree with you. Thanks <3

~TwilightTears446 Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

yes, your very welcome!

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