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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 –

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

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)

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

weight of the worldand suddenly--
it was like the world decided that
it didn't want to carry its burden any longer,
so it shifted the weight
into the hollows of my bones
and told me that
it was my problem now.

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.

PerfectEver had the feeling where you can't stop looking at a picture?
Your gorgeous face makes me smile
Go weak at the knees
Makes me giggle like a little girl

Those morning texts
All day conversations
Random silly things like that
Make me smile

I see the led light flash the colours I've set for when I get a message from you
My heart flutters
My cheeks flush
I go deaf to the world when I'm reading a message from you

If your down
I'm always there for you
I know you don't want to worry me
I know you want me to smile
But I'm always here for you
No matter how you feel
I'd prefer to help
Than for you to be down

Your gorgeous eyes
Are mesmerising
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.

Honesty Written

from the

heart.

No eraser.

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

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Secrets-Chapter One I sat there, staring at the predawn sky. There were no noises, not a single person was up to disturb me, besides the silent cars passing by. I sat there looking out the window, feeling the breeze on my face, chilling the tears that streaked down. Silently, I lift my right hand to wipe them away, but I have no energy to even do that so my arm drops lifelessly back down with a soft thud. It hits my bed and I can feel some tingling in my legs from the jostle.

'My legs are numb.' I think lifelessly. Not moving to do anything about it. 'How long was I sitting here anyway?'

Thinking about it, it must have been a while. Seeing as how I c

Too LateFor once just open your eyes and look,
Listen!
Do I sound happy?
Glad?
Sad?
Don't ask why,
Don't glare my way.
I had a reason, I had a thought,
You just didn't bother to think twice when I spoke.
So I always stopped halfway.
Changed the words, the topic, the way.
You never thought twice,
Never even noticed the change.
And now you say you listened,
Now you say you're there.
But, you see,
It's far too late.

RememberMy purpose in life,
A mystery to me.
My life without purpose, until that one fated thing.
When I am gone I disappear.
Forgotten.
Left to be known as,
"That girl who used to be..."
Till my existence turns into nothing.
No one to remember me.
No one to say,
"Remember that girl..."
But I couldn't accept reality.
So I found an escape.
So don't judge me
When you don't know anything.
I just wanted someone
To remember me.

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by ~aylee95, May 31, 2011, 6:52:26 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Can't you see the smile?

The pain behind it?

Can't you see my eyes?

Tears threatening to spill?

Can't you hear my voice?

Wavering and cracking?

Can't you feel my hands?

Shaking and cold?

Can't you tell the hidden emotions?

Behind my everyday reassurances?

It's not easy for me.

You're having a hard time too.

So after you speak,

why don't you try something new?

Ask me how I feel,

ask me why I hurt,

ask me what happened,

ask me when it started.

Then tell me what you would do,

tell me what I should do,

tell me what I can do.

Just tell me something.

It's not so hard,

in my opinion.

I don't think it is that obvious,

but you should know by now,

I don't always mean what I say.

So can't you tell?

Behind that everyday smile,

that there is a world of pain and sorrow?

Behind those eyes,

there is a flood of tears?

Behind the confident voice,

there is uncertainty?

Behind the strong hands,

there is weakness?

Can't you tell?

Underneath the usual emotions,

there may be something else?

Why won't you see behind my fake smile?

Fake Smileby ~aylee95

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Hey people~ Sure has been a while~ sorry about that~.
I'm not going to be posting anything new for a while and this was forced out of me a couple minutes ago so... here you go?
Sorry it sucks, and yeah.. I noticed that there is not set rhyme or anything after I wrote this... but that is what happens when I force something out when my emotions are unstable... sorry..

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****Please do not use my poem, or parts of it, without my permission. Thank you very much! ^^

~crazy-poet808 Jun 14, 2011

I LIkE IT

~aylee95 Jun 15, 2011

LOL thank you~ (btw: you didn't capitalize the "k" in "like" LOL)

~crazy-poet808 Jun 15, 2011

o.o ....? .... ohhhh!!!!!! xD i went back to look

i was like what the hell are you talking about????

~aylee95 Jul 9, 2011

LMFAO!!!

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