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Dreamer of DreamsEyes so green – deeper than the seas and with
Thoughts so far away; she was the dreamer of all dreams.
They told her she couldn’t succeed
Yet she tried and tried.
And eventually fell victim
To the abuse and lies.

Her smile held beauty that none could compare, but her
Confidence was shaken and she was struck with despair.
For the words that they had spoken
Got lost inside her head.
To the world she was alive,
But in her heart she was dead.

She found solace in a friend whose name we all know:
Crack cocaine became her lover and it became her foe.
Now she felt she had done
What they said she would do.
“Not only am I a failu

When you demand it.When I was a little girl
my mother used to tell me
"you will not understand
the magnitude of what you've said
until you've said it."

And, as promised,
I have come to tell you: I've said it.

I have come to tell you
I felt the vibrato
coax my deepest bones:
an immortal vex, a cage
of everything alive beneath my flesh;
the things that will stay alive
after everything alive in my body
has turned to ash.

I have come to tell you
I felt the magnitude build
in my chest like the flapping
of birds, dead things
I assumed would never
breathe life, that I would never
understand what it is like
to choke on their tiny bones
while I trip over my words.

I

What Else Can You Say?There are two types of sadness.

One that you just ignore, and power through. You go out with your friends, you eat, you laugh. You celebrate the gift that is life. Happiness returns quickly.

The other... you let consume you. You lock yourself away, and turn off your phone. You cry, and don't stop. You denounce the turmoil that is life. Happiness returns slowly, even though you don't think it will.

Inevitably, for both, the 'metaphoric' sun will shine again, drying up the puddles - or sometimes floods - that have fallen from the storm known as "depression" and the hurricane known as "life".

That's kind of a ridiculous thing to say, isn't i

The Pixelated Mani am just a single pixel,
a tiny dot on the digital canvas of my life,
a speck of grey in a sea of color,
a whirlpool of life and frivolity,
yet the sea is far away,
i am but a single pixel on a blank canvas,
a single pixel can never see a bigger picture,
yet somehow i am okay this way,
a single solitary pixel,
and yet all the same i cling to hope,
i hope that one day i will be joined by other pixels,
so that we may form a beautiful picture,
a special little masterpiece

Your Skin to that BladeYour Skin to that Blade

You take your skin to that blade
That thin piece of sharp metal
To go beneath your skin.

That moment when you feel that rush
The rush of a red river
flowing down your wrist
The release of your demons.

Weather it's across the stream
or down the street
That first slice becomes an addiction
Addiction of ecstasy when you
bring your skin to that blade.

The next day people are asking you
"Why are you wearing a long sleeve shirt in this weather"
with your reply of "I'm just cold."
When you fill your wrists with bracelets
or the “my cat scratched me” excuse.

You will say anything believable just so
yo

lostI see them slip one by one, all my dreams

Try so hard to catch them, but they dance away it seems.

I don’t want my friends to be my only source of hope

I don’t want to hurt myself anymore just to cope.

This life hasn’t turned out the way I wanted it to be

I’m scared of a future I’m not sure I want to see.

Everyday I feel more confused, feel even more lost

I want to die but I’m not sure if its worth the cost~

Have you seen that girlHave you seen that girl
With the yellow clothing
Running around, making too much noise?

I’m afraid I haven’t
I’ve seen the girl in blue though
She was calm, yet seemed troubled

What’re you talking about
I’ve only seen the girl in black
Packed with danger, yet kept to herself

Ah, were you guys just talking about me?

They all turned
To find the girl
The color they each want to see
For she is nothing
But
A mirror
That shows what you want to see
But never
Revealing the hidden part inside

lets take a trip down memory lane.I don't understand why
people are so afraid of monsters
if monsters have always lived inside your mind.
You make my heart bleed,
it's like your my favorite ghost.

Don't you worry child,
I'll come to steal your soul away at midnight.
(Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.)

I'm so happy,
'cause today I found my friends-
they're in my head.

It's true that romance is dead,
I shot it in the chest,
then in the head.
(Dream, dream your broken dream,
I'll come for you again.)

WHAT WILL I LEAVEWHAT WILL I LEAVE

the fear of being
alone and afraid
after all this an
insecure man is made
will they leave me
alone before die
when I'm gone
will anyone cry
I start to think
what I would do
if you were gone
would I fade too
will they see a
dark ghost of me
a lone grave stone
what will they see
I always wear my
fear on my sleeve
when I finally die
what will I leave

Stone Heartkneeling on rough ground,
the tears fall from my face,
collecting in a chalice beneath your feet,
feel the melodic rhythm of my heart in every drop,
and sate your thirsty lips upon the cool water,
drink your fill from the wellspring of my love,
but do not be surprised once the well runs dry,
and my heart becomes like stone,
and beats no more

PoetryWords of a silver tipped tongue
Rhymes of over emotional young.
Tales of unrequited loves
Symbols with crows and doves.

Ink of mournful tears
Mixed of adolescent fears.
Bars of a hateful cage
Crafted of blinding rage.

Memories of the glorious past
Times of joy that can't last.
Fantasies of dreams so sweet
Realities of tragic defeat.

UntitledIt is time to say goodbye
You cannot handle the distance between us
Though we meet and touch every single day
You sensed that I was distant half of the time
I don’t want you to know why
I don’t want you to understand
Do not think of me and
Do not say that you love me

I might just love you back

Strength...Strength..It's something we all have.
But Strength,is something we all have to earn,work hard for,and want.
Strength.We all have our strong points.And our weak points.
Strength.It's something that gets us through a tough day.
Strength.It gives us the right to be who we choose.
Strength.To fight every battle that comes our way.And we won't go down so easily.
Strength.Motivating the fallen and raise their hopes to fight again.
Strength.It's something that lays deep beneath our souls and hearts.We need to let it push to the outer core and let it shine.
Strength.It's our hopes,friends,family,and our way of life.
Strength.It gives you the urge to do whats right.
Strength.We all have it.Let it shine through the veil of darkness that shadows us constantly.
Strength.It's stronger than a blade.It keeps our minds sharp
Strength.It's the thing that lets us keep our heads up high.To show our superior love.Life.Soul

12 a.m.12 a.m.
And her mind wanders.
She tends to think about
something that happened 5 years ago,
or something that happened
two hours ago,
or something that could
happen 10 years from now.

Her mind is like a hurricane,
it's a wreck.
It's full of beautiful yet awful thoughts.
It's 1 a.m.
And her mind
continues to wander.

The Porcelain Shieldof porcelain so bloody,
chipped and battered,
rusted firm from eons past,
the blood streaks like tears down its eyes,
like magic in the mirror,
reveals the crystal tears it cries,
my mask it is so beaten,
from years of bitter lies,
it used to be so perfect,
but now it slowly dies,
the cracks they show so clearly,
displayed so all can see,
revealing beneath the surface,
a broken, lonely me

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I love you so much!You're what keeps me sane.
Keeping me from looseing my brain.

You're the lyrics to my melody.
When I'm hurt, you're my remedy.

You're the blood rushing through my body.
Who else has done this? Nobody.

This is not a lie.
You're more than an ally.

I just want you to know
you'll never be my foe.

Maby you dont notice my appretiation,
but for a friendship, its a qualification.

So i dedicate these words to you.
This is the Q
to tell me what i mean to you.

I love you so much.
Thanks for helping me and such.

What Anger CausesAnger swells up in my body
Must let it all out
When i get hurt
I hurt back
What can i say?
Its my nature

Percisley at midnight
When darkness consumes the world
I grab a stick i got from the park
Made the end sharper

I pull you out of bed
To the street
Good thing you're a deep sleeper

I kick you in the face
Wakeing you up
Leaveing a bloodied gash behind

You wake up....
I smile deviously

You gasp sharply
I walk closer to apear more...threatening

My smile turned upside down as i thrust the stick in the air
Then push it down in your chest
To your heart

I was too quick for you to scream....

The next day
All over the news
You dead

Nobody ever suspected me
Thoose fools
Thoose idiots

Do i feel guilt?
No

I wanted revenge
And i got it

.....im an introvertPeople think im weird
Quiet
Shy
Antisocal
Emo

They're all wrong
I just feel insecure in public
Solitude gives me happines
Because i escape society
And all it's judgeing
Along with it's stereotypeing

I am an introvert

Trapped in my mindTrapped in my mind
My on little world
My own convesations
Lost in my train of thoughts
I need to escape it
But it's too dificult
Nobody can help me
Only i can do it

Backstabbing meI evesdrop you while you mercilessly backstab me
My shimmering eyes with unshed tears look down
You cause me soul breaking pain with every word you say
Leaving a bloodied gash behind in my heart
Solitude is all i desire at the moment
To get lost in my train of thoughts

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by ~princesslove123, Dec 28, 2012, 10:33:46 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Urban & Spoken Word

I plaster the fake smile

At least for a while

Don't you see the lies

That lie in my eyes?

I want to ask for help

But I dare not yelp

I say I'm ok

But I'm not

I try to to hide

The truth that I'm dieing inside

Will someone come to my rescue

And say "I will help you"?

Help?by ~princesslove123

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Urban & Spoken Word

This poem isn't really my situation in my life at the moment but I came up with this yesterday in the car while driveing to the mall. My mom was trying to make me feel better and my neighbor bought me a black veil brides shirt. I really like it cuz it has the slogan and the whole backside is ripped....anyways, I'm pretty proud of this poem. It acually rymes!

I hope you guys enjoy it. Comments and favorites are very much apretiated.

*Ppurple100 Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It's really beautiful~ And it really rhymes!

Great job on your poem~

~cukikiuc123 Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

uh... me senti un poco identificada con el poema... (a si me siento yo cuando estoy triste)
me gusto mucho... mi nota es un 23^68
posdata: espero que no te molestes pero estoy haciendo un dibujito para ti... espero que esto tambien te suba el humor

~princesslove123 Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Supongo que siempre hay otra persona que se siente igual que uno. Y gracias, se siente lindo que hay tansiciera otra persona que le importas. Eres muy simpatica, gracias por tratar de acer me sentir me mejor.

~cukikiuc123 Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

^//^ no hay de que, tu eres muy buena escritora y dibujante y me encanta poder subirle el animo a mis amigos

aqui esta el [link] del dibujo espero que te guste.

espero que te haga sentir mejor

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