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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.

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.

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

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.

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)

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

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

Why don't you kill yourself?“Why don’t you kill yourself?”
Is the voice that often pops in my head
To remind me I’d be better off dead.
As I sit in my two story house
I’m always alone and filled with doubt.
I take medications I don’t know why
These thoughts constantly go through my mind.
I remind myself I have friends who care
And my parents, well, try to be there.
Some would think I’m being over dramatic
Others will think these thoughts could only come from an addict
Or a psycho.
As I weigh the pros and cons
The commercials shut off, the main program goes on
So I turn my mind off and let the show play
And hope that I can be happy one day.

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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In shades of faded grey,
And where gold wheat once grew,
Only dust remains.

The Lovely ThiefI hoped these ghostly tales would pass,
Beyond the long memory of the Earth,
And with it's leaving, would end the plague,
Which bound fear and beauty into one,
Through the skills of a lovely thief.

What pitiful hopes I used have,
Drift through an empty void of gloom,
As the thief still weaves her mortal essence,
Spinning poison thorns into fragile flowers,
Till all life wilts and hearts corrupt.

The Unsung SongThe words lie frozen in the wind,
Like scattered dust of ages past,
Whispering songs never sung,
Before the old moon waned.

My poetic script lays dying,
As the red sun fades again,
To an eternal twilight,
Ever hopeless for dawn's rebirth.

Voiceless is my message,
Which falls upon deaf hearts,
So though my song is unending,
It will no longer play for you.

The Wild PlaceSome place in the darkness of night,
'neath the trees and moon ever bright,
where the owl coos to purple sky,
far from old city buildings high,
lies a place where alone, wild rules,
far from us reckless human fools,
and where time has no real meaning,
like the wordless, bare trees leaning,
towards brazen sun of life's rebirth,
that beats the broken bones of earth,
and sings an ancient dusty tale,
Of poor knights who once did fail,
the quest given to them by lords,
with the promise of great rewards.
Yet that era has long since past,
and the place holds words it once cast,
the roads now walked by primal things,
will sleep

Strangers Once AgainI wish I could recall your face,

As your blue eyes meet ashen grey,

Searching for the soul bound to yours,

From half a life of simple joy.

Althought I left you in that crash,

With a lover whose empty mind,

Is as cloudy as the sky above us,

Never once have you left my side.

You still give me the hope I need,

Because if we were once perfect strangers,

Who found love in each others hearts,

Then we may find love once again.

Mothers Unrequited LoveWhat's right is wrong, as wrong is right,
The governing thought of the soul,
I can't feel, nor would I wish to,
The sad cries of sickly longing.

To think a child could make me love,
For just its innocence alone,
Love is but a trick people play,
For their own advantage nothing more.

Never will you soften the heart,
Owned by an unwilling mother,
Turning fury into longing,
For such an undesired child.

Friends think I'm cruel, even knowing,
My daily trials and sorrows
An ungrateful youth forced on me,
Its heretical thoughts they say.

Even still I won't give in yet,
To your fake loving, sickly charm,
Why can't they see, why

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A New World

Journal Entry: Fri Aug 10, 2012, 2:01 AM

Starting with a single tear,

The heavens cry out their rain,

So life may come to a crumbling world,

And hope may grow again.

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A New Worldby =Evlydia

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

It's almost 5am and I absolutely can not sleep.

I also haven't written a poem since February.

This poem is meant as a sequel to A Dead World so I suggest you read that one first.

A Dead World Slowly the world drifts by,

In shades of faded grey,

And where gold wheat once grew,

Only dust remains.

Also thank you to ~AspiredWriter who gave me the idea to write a sequel...um....that was back in April.

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~AeternusVotum Aug 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Ah~ I just noticed that I already have faved the first one - I just wanted to fave it again

Anyway, I love both so much - they are so inspiring!
I like what powerful image the both of them can give even with so less words.

Only ... should it be "may" in the third line? It feels only a bit off being the longest sentence, but I think that can't be changed

But yes, so inspiring, makes me wanna write so much <3

=Evlydia Aug 16, 2012 Student General Artist

Yes it should be may. Thank you for the feedback, I'm glad you like it.

Writing more with less words is what I was trying to accomplish.

~AeternusVotum Aug 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You are very welcome, it's very cool!
And currently I'm starting to take notes for my next NaNo plan, so I might be using this as inspiration as well

=Evlydia Aug 20, 2012 Student General Artist

Yay!

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