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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 –

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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Not pretty so un-pretty.I wish I could tie you up in my shoes
Make you feel this ugly too.
I was told inside i'm beautiful,
Wish it reflected externally too.

Then I'd feel pretty.
finally pretty

Wish I could zip you up in my jeans
Make you feel this fatty two,
Always the one with the long hair
Hiding away a tear or two

Un-pretty.. so un-pretty

Wish I could roll you up in my hood
make you feel unworthy too.
Perhaps someday I'll feel beautiful.
Feel like I deserve you.

Miss you this christmasI cried when you passed away.
I still cry today.
Although I loved you dearly,
I could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke my heart to prove to me
He only takes the best.

Then good luck knocks you downIs it that every time
dreams come within grasping distance
The harsh wounds of good luck
sweep in, slashing our very existence.

Why is it that with every tip toe forward
We are pulled ten steps back.
Yet still we greet good luck as it approaches
Forgetting the hard truth at the bottom of our stomach
The inevitability of it striking again.

Cancer has no refereeHad I known
To wish this year
I'd have wished
You could stay here.

You locked horns with Cancer
Despite your battle to be free
Glory days turned sad days
Cancer has no referee.

You beautiful woman
Your life taken in vain.
At least your at rest now
No more memories consumed by pain.

God's called another angelYou were sick and tired
none of us we knew,
God had pulled the reins in
Calling home for you.

My mother and yourself
You fought so hard and long
Now that your struggles over
My mother will carry on.

I know she feels defeated
this cancer its hard to beat.
Your memory lies with her always
In every stride as she aims to defeat.

If I were young and easyAnd now
The grey sky
Stretches before me

The rain
Pummeling stinging
Crashing into my cheeks.

The solitary tree
Bows to the wind.
We're not that different really.

It bows most graciously
Plays with the gusts
Like I.
If I were
Young and easy

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I don't like you and your skinny j-genes

by ~leanscribbles, Feb 9, 2013, 7:07:19 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Everything's changed
Nothing is as before
I just
Don't recognize
Can't accept
Don't want to be
Who I am anymore.

Glass fattens
Shadows lie.
Mirrors, Cameras,
They all try
Repress me
Depress me
Force me to cry.

I don't like you and your skinny j-genesby ~leanscribbles

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~waiting-for-wings Feb 14, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

~growinluvhandles Feb 11, 2013 Student Writer

Yes, this is unfortunately a universal emotion... so sad.

~leanscribbles Feb 11, 2013 Student Writer

Why is it we feel the need to conform to societies views.. But convince ourselves we're doing it for ourselves...

~growinluvhandles Feb 20, 2013 Student Writer

Society is so, so wrong on this topic! Really, all cultures and all times worshipped the bigger figures, the healthy big plump figures until mass media/fashion/advertising industries made us all feel bad over how we look.

Maybe you can help change this. Maybe you have already begun that journey.

~leanscribbles Feb 23, 2013 Student Writer

The journeys a long narrow road

=DragonsChest Feb 10, 2013 Professional Writer

Can relate

~leanscribbles Feb 10, 2013 Student Writer

makes you feel like worlds worst,

~wallawallaw Feb 10, 2013

very nicely worded

~leanscribbles Feb 10, 2013 Student Writer

thank you feelings poured on to paper, or well typed ha

~wallawallaw Feb 10, 2013

typing skills alone are not able word your feelings

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