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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.

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"

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.

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..

In The Daylight

In The Daylight

A false downfall
An unexpected revival

Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness

Life...redefined
Death...redesigned

In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
-
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest

I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic

I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid

A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete

Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrat

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.

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

LonelyLonely.
Unnoticed.
People don't even look
when they walk by.
Always ignored...
Nobody even asks my ideas,
my opinion.
Nobody even knows
who I am.
When people see me,
they either ignore me,
or ask a question:
"Who are you?"
But they don't even bother
to listen to my response:
"I'm Canada."
Forgotton.
Forgotton by everyone.
Forgotton by my friends, my allies.
Maybe one day
Someone will remember my name.
Canada.

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.

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

Honesty Written

from the

heart.

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Z szalenstwem jej do twarzyJestem po prostu psychicznie chora
Życie jest rollercoasterem
Nie chcę już szukać od głowy doktora
Co rano rozmawiam z tosterem.
Życie jest ciągła jazdą bez pasów
Nie czuję bólu istnienia
Jestem totalną wariatką wszechczasów
A reszta nie jest milczeniem.
Biegnę przed siebie, nigdzie nie staję
To nie jest mój styl wariata
Kiedy się potknę, i tak biegnę dalej
Bo chcę być zdobywcą świata.
Nigdy nie myślę, co dalej będzie
Czy zamkną mi drzwi przed nosem
Nigdy nie myślę, czy by

Do widzenia...Siadam w fotelu
Zamyślona.
Nie słyszę Twych kroków,
Lecz po chwili czuję Twoje silne ramiona.
Przyciągasz mnie do siebie,
Składając na moim karku delikatny pocałunek.
Jednak nie czuję Twojego ciepła.
Zabrałeś je ze sobą, gdy odszedłeś,
Zamieniając swe myśli na czyste Skrzydła Anioła
...
Udaję, że jej nie czuję.
Samotnej łzy, żłobiącej mój policzek słoną ścieżką.
Nie żegnam się z Tobą.
Mówię:
"Do zobaczenia wkrótce..."

PlanNigdy nie jest za późno,
by zrobić ten plan.
Zgnieść ulotne marzenia,
iść drogą przez świat.
Wziąć pod rękę pecha,
ze szczęściem w barze pić.
Smutek posłać do piachu,
z gniewem i furią żyć.
Nadziei zakleić usta,
miłości dać wilczy bilet.
Brać wszystko dla siebie,
i żyć tylko tą chwilą.

???Muzyka
Unosi mnie
Na pięcioliniowych skrzydłach
Nakrapianych czarnymi nutami.
Bez żadnego oporu daję się jej ponieść
Niczym butelka na morzu.
Otacza murem
Bezpiecznym jak przystań.
Uczy mnie życia
Tysiącami języków,
Których wcale nie muszę znać,
Aby móc zrozumieć.
Wystarczy, że jest:
Płynna,
Uzależniająca,
Niepodzielna,
Wymagająca,
Wszechobecna.

...Piękna niczym zorza.
Bezpieczna jak objęcia matki.
Niebezpieczna jak burza.
Spokojna niczym czas.
Rwąca jak potok.
Pokrętna jak najlepszy złodziej.
Nieograniczona.
Wierna.
Rządząca się własnymi prawami.
Pojawia się niczym błyskawica.
Jak grom z jasnego nieba.
Wkrada się w myśli,
Całkiem niepostrzeżenie.
Jak kot.
Po cichu,
Miękko...
Uspokojony ciepłym mruczeniem,
Dajesz się prowadzić.
Udomowiony
Przez Miłość.

PokusaPrzeklęta Książko!
Czytana po nocy.
Zabierająca sen.
Pozbawiająca logicznego myślenia.
Nie dręcz mnie.
Nie machaj z torby.
Nie uśmiechaj się zachęcająco.
Przecież cię, do kurwy nędzy, dokończę!
Przeczytam.
Zachwycę się.
Ty...
... Kusicielko.
Ubrana w ponętne słowa.
Upajająca zapachem przygód.
Obie wiemy, że przegram.
Bo ty zawsze wygrywasz.

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Krwią toczona,
Wymierzająca niesprawiedliwą sprawiedliwość,
Genialnie idiotyczna,
Śmieszna w swej zaciekłości,
Dająca świadectwo dla kłamstwa,
Bo przecież Historię piszą zwycięzcy.
Wyznaczona przez daty,
Ciągnie swą oś czasu,
Przez burzliwe wieki.
Karmi się wybujałymi ambicjami.
Nic nie widzi,
Jest ślepa na ból wojen.
Nie chce pokoju,
Ciągle walczy,
Nienawidząc,
I pragnąc
Niemożliwego.
Pozwala,
Aby durni bohaterowie
Zapisali się na jej kartach
Składając krwawy podpis.
Ale i tak lepiej ją znać,
Bo przecież lubi się powtarzać.

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~Oreenoka Jun 14, 2012

tak lepiej?

~100Kira100 Jun 14, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

tak ^^

~100Kira100 Jun 13, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

zjadłas jadna litere w tytule xD
ale wiersz super

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