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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

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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Foolish Me?I long for you
I worry constantly
I'd rather be in pain
than see you suffer
I want you to be happy
and I'm constantly afraid
of losing you
you aren't mine
I can't make that claim
I've only my foolish heart to blame
If I love you
I might never say
Lest you decide to send me away
Let me stay beside you
If only as a friend
Mayhaps as just
A crush
It may be wrong to want you
when I know we cannot touch
But my foolish heart has chosen
and only I am to blame
I'd stay with you forever
unless
well
unless my heart is shattered again
like broken, powdered glass
and all I am is locked within-
but this is about you
and my wish

A kiss?A kiss
A spark
Confusion
Hope
What should I do?
What should I say?
How does one deal
With such strange
Conflicting emotions?
I want to believe
This is going to
Be a good thing
I must admit
That I am totally unsure
Of what is happening
He kissed me!
Why he's so sweet
But I'm so confused
But he kissed me!
Something in me is changing
For the better
I hope

Fickle HeartWhat is with
My heart of late?
Fickle and unpredictable
I was so sure there's
No one for me
Now I'm confused again
Stay?
Risk it?
Go?
Be safe?
Do I dare
To care again?
Or will I perish
From fear and sadness?
Why is this happening?
Is it true?
Or am I mistaken?
I want to believe
In this feeling
A reason to stay

PleasePlease
Please
Can I go home?
I want
I want
I want
This Realm has nothing
For me here
I need to get away
Don't hold me back
Don't keep me here
I do NOT wish to stay
Don't feed me lies
That someone cares
I don't believe you
So leave me
The hell
Alone
I will not stay
Don't stand in my way
Please
Oh please
Oh please
I need to go
Don't hurt me now
I swear
That home is
The best place
Where I belong
Please

So InsincereSo what?
So what?
You ask me why
I want to leave
When I try to explain
No one listens
No one understands
I want to go
What does it matter
Who I hurt when I leave?
There's no regrets in my mind
No hope left in my heart
So what if you are angry?
Who cares if you are unhappy?
Why should I care
About the world?
They never loved me
Or cared
I will
I will
Go home soon
The day is yet unknown
So what if you don't give a damn?
You never wanted me to stay
The things you do
Are insincere
As are the words you say
It is your job
Or you want something
It isn't me you want
I will go home
Away from here
Who cares
The when or

If I Loved YouIf I loved you
Would you even care?
If I loved you
Would it be fair?
You have locked your emotions away
My longing for you
Might break my heart
If I loved you
Could I let you be?
Let you go?
Set you free?
If I loved you
Would I be strong enough
To win your heart?
To show you
How I feel?
If I loved you
Would we be real?
If I loved you
Well
I guess I might
Otherwise
Why wonder at all?

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by ~KittySib, Sep 19, 2012, 9:22:39 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Sleep-you fiend!
How dare you deny me
Dreams that are rightfully mine?!?
And World!
How could you?
Ripping away my blood strewn fanatsies
Colored in chaotic rainbows?
I will find a way
To dance to a melody of sorrow!
Watch me throw away the dreary!
Watch me cast aside existance!
I WILL be free to dream again!
This Realm cannot hold the intensity of my hopes
So I shall cast it ALL aside-
Unless...
Should sweet solace of dreams and love
Be offered unto me by Sleep...
I might consider staying a little while longer

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Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I've been having issues with sleep lately. It might be making me a wee bit psychotic...0.0

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~dnalrednow-ecila Sep 22, 2012

I know that frustration of wanting to sleep all to well.

~KittySib Sep 23, 2012

I guess I'll just have to do more stuff to tire out my body...

~CarloGrims Sep 20, 2012 Student Writer

Amazing. Usually I tend to favor clear-cut rhyme-schemed poetry; this, however, blew my mind.

~KittySib Sep 20, 2012

Thank you so much!

~CarloGrims Sep 20, 2012 Student Writer

No, thank you, good poems always comfort me and inspire me to continue my own writing. Keep up the good work so more people can get that same wonderful feeling

~KittySib Sep 20, 2012

aww...you're very sweet!

I will definately keep writting!

~DompteurLoup Sep 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Fantastic! Just a slight out-of-mind feel to it, which comes from sleep issues. Great work

~KittySib Sep 19, 2012

Thanks!

~DompteurLoup Sep 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You are most welcome

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