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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)

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.

With This RingWith this ring,

I swear to keep myself pure.

To not give myself away until the night of my marriage,

To the one whom God has chosen for me.

With this ring,

I swear to avoid the temptations

That may lead me astray

And defile me.

With this ring

I swear to not only keep my body pure,

But to keep pure my mind.

To not think perverted thoughts,

To not corrupt myself from within.

With this ring,

I swear that all of what I am will be pure

For he who is to be my husband.

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Maddness.A blue landscape set in warm world.

Winter winds of teal ellipsis swirls through.

Like gentle mockingbirds singing a tune.

Scarlet and Deep ocean blue rivers flow on a white earth.

Croyez-moi?

Threads and bonds of unbroken sound.

Of lights and glimpses of what could be.

That makes this heart want to believe.

Those broken shadows that dances behind.

Moonlight touches the grass pillow and sings another song.

Tout ce que vous jeter sur moi, je serai toujours la.~

Undying passion, love and bonds of light that bring this world into another perceptive.

Walking the path no others can see, just to see if they believe.

I leader I will be,

Goodnight, my dear.Sometimes I think of my life as just a series of songs, each one describes each emotion as it flows into the next one.

Cover My Eyes

I double over in pain, but not from a physical impact. My hands blocking my eyes permitting tears to flow freely from them.

Cover My Ears

A bright light shone through my eyes as the doctor moves over to try and comfort me. Covering my ears I thrash back and forth.

Tell me these words are a lie

“No…No…No” I mutter angrily at the doctor “Shut up! She can’t be freaking dead!” I glance over at her body which still seems so life-like.

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Deep Ocean BlueHe stood on the edge of the cliff over-looking what was, what could be. Nothing left. Or nothing that could be recognized at the least bit. A beige house stood in the distance, it seemed like a normal house but there was nothing normal about it. The color bled onto the messy ground underneath it, torn with depression and grief. The sky seemed to reflect the boy’s mood, a white swirl of cloud darkened gray by the night sky hung over the boy’s head, bearing emotional weight. So much had happened in that house, what started out with pure joy ended with a torn heart. The boy’s name was Skylar, with deep dark oak hair, creamy ski

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Somebody Help Me.

by ~RainboiusSky, Dec 8, 2012, 7:49:09 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I see you.

The way you glare and laugh at me.

Tripping me and walking away, laughing.

Reporting ME for bullying.

How dare you.

My wrists haven't done anything to me, its you.

See these gloves I've been wearing since the summer?

They aren't for a 'burn' that I say I have.

It's from you.

A wonderful, beautiful present, eh?

Everyone has turned on me.

I have no one…no one.

I can't say anything…

You might hurt me…

I smile and laugh off what you say.

Then when I get home I cry my eyes and heart out.

I can't focus in school, home, even sleeping.

I can't keep doing this.

Help me.

Please someone help me.

Can't someone see through this mask I'm wearing?

That I'm using to hide my true feelings?

…

I really need some help.

Before I drown in crimson.

Somebody Help Me.by ~RainboiusSky

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~~Help Me...Please.~~
The truth is I'm too scared to ask for help...please help me...I need it...<//3
No one will hear me out. Please somebody listen to me!

~SquishyCorgi Dec 9, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I'm sorry, KC. I wish I knew how to help, but you can vent to me if you like? You always have me.

~clawstarandashheart Dec 8, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

ono I will listen...

~RainboiusSky Dec 8, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

A lot, my friends won't talk to me, my mum's to busy to listen to me, I don't have a dad because he's dead, people keep reporting ME for bullying kids I don't even know, I might get suspended, I can't sleep, I can't think ;^; I don't know what to do...I'm only 14 I'm emotionally and mentally unstable.

~clawstarandashheart Dec 8, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Have you tried to tell authority? I have no idea what state you live in, but in a few bullying is illegal. And tell your Mom, she has to listen to you. Tell her it is very important, she should make time for you. Unless if she abuses you, she should listen non-aggressively.

~RainboiusSky Dec 8, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I tried to tell someone but I get nervous, and then I try to tell my mum and I tell her its important but she always finds loopholes to get out of it. ;;

~clawstarandashheart Dec 9, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Hmm... Not even a school counselor? I really hope this gets better for you. I really do. And if you need any help at all, I will gladly do so.

_{this is completely inappropriate for the moment but I want to say I love your icon.}

~RainboiusSky Dec 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank-you very much dudette, you're awesome <3

XD Thanks

~clawstarandashheart Dec 9, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Q7O It is no problem. We are all here for you!

_{_{_{xD Np~}}}

~RainboiusSky Dec 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks dudette ;3;

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~xXxTheMoonGoddessxXx Dec 8, 2012

I'll hear you out.<3

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