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Graduation DayGraduation Day:

They told us we would be alright...

We had fought with honour and won our titles.

We had overcome trials together -

Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.

For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;

A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.

All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.

Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...

There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.

Walking miles across the scorching desert,

Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.

Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -

Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned.

You don't just die.Do you understand?
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Hearts
Souls
And sanity.

Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
Everyone dies
Everyone cries
Everyone suffers
From YOUR goodbyes.

Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
With you.

They Called Her UglyThey called her ugly
and she screamed that she was beautiful
because that is what she believed
and They screamed twice as loud
and They left a small scar on her arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They called her ugly
and she yelled that she was beautiful
because that is what she thought she was
and They yelled three times as loud
and They left a bigger scar on her other arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They called her ugly
and she said that she was beautiful
because that is what she hoped
and They just said it louder
and They left a scar on face that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They call

I wish...I wish I was a monster
So I could be kind
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was colored
So I could respect people
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was a man
So I could be kind to women
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had male friends
So we could all be..
Just friends
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had autism
So I could prove that autism,
Does NOT mean "dumb".
And I could break the stereotypes.

I wish I could change the world.
But sometimes, you can't break a stereotype.

Only stereotypes, can break you.

Lingerhow can i move forward,
when the fingerprints of my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys?
i am just waiting, for the day,
when the saddest parts of me
are overcome with songs of serenity.

Pretty Blue PillsPretty blue pills,
shiny in my palm,
the ticket to my peace,
to my eternal calm.

They're so perfectly round,
and soon they'll be in me.
The closest to perfect
that I'll ever be.

They go down so smooth.
Five, ten, fifteen and twenty.
Soon I'll be gone.
Twenty-five and Thirty.

That should be enough,
but I'll play it safe.
Thirty-five and forty.
Now I have no more to take.

The bottle is empty,
as empty as I feel.
None of this is happening,
too good to be real.

But soon I start to drift
into a dark unknown fog.
Somewhere quite distantly.
I hear a muffled sob.

But I blow it off as fake.
Nobody could possibly care.
I doubt anyone's noticed
th

PhantomWhen life
or fate
or whatever it is
that puts things together
and takes them apart...
when It
amputated you,
it left me
with a phantom
limb
and you are still attached
to my body
when I dance
and make love
alone

ten ways this breakup isn't meant for the movies1.
you go out for twelve eggs and come back
with half a dozen and a new girlfriend.
you hold the eggs out to me like
six dead birds is enough of a peace offering.

2.
i push the eggs out of your hand and stay
with my hand over your heart as i watch them
fall. if they do not hit the ground, this is all a dream.

3.
the eggs smash on the tile and splatter
on the cherry wood cabinets, newly installed
that cost me two paychecks.

3.
the egg whites hit your leather shoes that
you’ve worn for two months straight
because you think they make you look more sophisticated.

3.
the egg whites hit the fridge halfway up, barely touching
the moose mag

Dear friend,You have to understand, dear
The reason to why I run.
I run away from reality
From the lungs that cannot
Take anymore smoke
From the heart that threatens to
Stop...
I run away because
I'm a coward
Because I'm afraid of life
Afraid to care or love.
I'm afraid that every time
I'm glad it blows up in my face
And that every time I smile
I shed a million more tears.
That's why I run, dear
You have to understand.
I was destined to be a fighter but
I don't want to fight anymore.
I was destined to be a warrior
But how am I supposed to win when
The war I fight is against life itself?
I know that I always blow everything up but-
I keep stepping on mines, dear...
...I keep stepping on mines...

ellipsisshe goes to sleep
clawing at her chest with pinpoint accuracy
for an emptiness she can’t describe,
but hates all the same. tomorrow

she will write a letter: “dear boy,
i always wanted to be somebody’s
flowery poem, but the verses carved in my arms
are riddled with ugly clichés. & you are why

i don’t sleep through the night. if
we were a language, i was the
subordinating conjunction, you were

the punctuation.

i remember you in staccato
conclusions, solemn absences
of goodbye”

TearsI am not afraid to cry.

I am not afraid for you to see the tears

My tears.

Don’t tell me I have no heart.

Don’t tell me I have no soul.

For without them I could not cry.

You may not see my tears but they are there.

I have learned to let myself cry for the things I’ve loved,

For the things I’ve lost.

They are silent tears, but they are mine.

So let me cry.

Let me show you I have a heart.

Let the things that touch my heart be shown through my tears.

I am not afraid to cry.

Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulder
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul

To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes

Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity

I'm a monsterWe all have little monsters in us
that whisper ugly words into our ears.
My soul is at war, it is a fight
between the human and the monster in me,
and I fear... that the monster will win.

The monster controls me...
it forces me to think the worst of others
and it tells me to isolate myself,
to protect myself from those evil humans.
The monster dictates my every move,
I must pretend that I am a human...
lest anyone think of me as a monster.

The human inside of me has long died
and the seemingly innocent person you see
is nothing but a disgusting monster
hiding in the body of another,
preying on the weaknesses -
the weaknesses of those fra

Remnants

Hold on to my sanity every single day
I’m not gonna fall.
Those hungry, greedy holes you left
They start calling.

Just like a cold-blooded murderer
You use every heart you can find
When will you ever be satisfied?

You destroy everything you build
and tear everyone you love
Just to die and start over again.
Replay, replay, replay...
Until you grow weaker, and weaker.

You never destroyed me.
I destroyed myself to forget you.
I die every day in an endless cycle,
The rotating remnants of revolting hearts.

Just like water, I choke and swallow.
I mirror your mind, your thoughts, and your desire
And just like Narcissus, you fall deeper and

Aura: The Revolution

Aura: The Revolution

I will never live up to any other expectations

I will only just reach the place in life that's destined

Never again will I be a victim of impossible outcomes

Never again will I allow my self-respect to be disgraced and overcome
-
I am a prisoner no more
Discrimination became the martyr

I had to put an end to this war
I will not be walked on like I had been before

The future of a fearless life is what I now strive for
The source of my resolve has been built into my core

I believe what's right / To live my life
I'll reach for the light / And shine so bright

There's no limit to the sky / This smile never felt so fine

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Deo-KidounShe sat there, in the park, with an odd looking raven in her hand. Not albino, not iridescent oil, no, it was ashen. Bleach-white eyes and a beak to match its feathers, it certainly was out of place.
Especially with who it was with.
Her hair barely went past her chin, and it was always brushed, showing off the silver dragon wrapped around, and pierced into, her left ear. Her skinny jeans were collecting tiny ashen feathers, and her combat combat boots had taken up the hobby as well. She kept her color patterns simple-- grey and black. Her jacket didn't deviate, nor did her collared shirt. Even her panties and undershirt, w

Are you?Breathing becomes a little easier,
wading in the depths a little deeper,
taking my chances a little sooner,
I ask the question of forever.

Deep below
bass tones
it's hard to realize
what's meant behind those eyes,
all I can do is stand back and interpret
what it was you really meant.

I'm not questioning your mortality
it's more of a question of morality
whether or not you believe this reality
I guess it's just up for me to see.

This lot of questions
of deep burning indigestion,
Calm the ulcers and cysts
between the sheets; consumed in this,
us, further below
what we used to know.

So I'll ask with less expectation,
I guess

Hey StrangerI'm worried about you,
I don't know if I should tell you the truth,
but I'm never really satisfied
with discontented sighs.

But there I go again,
trying to see through my pain,
if I'm more willing or not,
I hate to admit I've still got
all of your pictures hanging up,
like a scar from a deep cut.

I don't know if I should say it,
but I'm tired of this.
I don't think I should speak my mind,
it might look like I regret our time.

I don't think we should see each other again,
I don't think we should talk,
I just want to spare you the pain,
I don't want to keep up this facade,
I want you to get far far away,
I want you to complet

beLIEveYou'll never know,
and I can never let you,
I'll hide behind an adulterer's shroud,
and make all the lies seem true,
but even in this skin I am not home,
I'm not being completely true,
sitting at an ungodly throne
just to protect you.

My ultimate act of love
and self preservation,
my divinity shows I am from heaven above,
as well does my deviation.
You fail to see where you're so wrong,
and I cannot correct you,
and you call me a ticking bomb,
I'll leave nothing when I'm through.

I've tried,
and it was definitely hard enough,
plenty of times
but I guess I've got too much blood.
Call me insignificant
if it'll help you,
sa

Train of ThoughtWhy does it always seem to slow?
Not just slow.. it grinds.
And it hurts.
It's not absence of something,
it's wanting it to be gone,
like the hiccups or the flu,
and the sorrow cannot vanish.
It cannot dissipate.
I want it to, I really do,
but I'm worried what will happen.
I'm worried what will become of this.
Of us. The people affected.
Such a small list,
but its range is the whole country.
Seven degrees hotter,
and I've just lost my mind.
I'm beginning to slip back into relapse,
and I'm losing all track of time.
Whispers.
Whispers whispers in my ear, hearing whispers.
Of nothingness.
Or, at least what it all shall becom

SoliquidityThis is the image you paint in my mind.

Bright red, like burning crimson,
masking a single streak of sky-like blue,
covering and melted in a pale marble granite
flip the painting and it's your face.
In the blue oblivion I cast myself in,
I pick up black to pool your pupil,
but rage coincides.

Break this static.

Haphazard tendencies
fling the black upon the canvas and cover what was once beautiful,
lime green entrails; flip the painting again and it spells pain,
that's the inspire,
gold pus like yellow details filled in,
flip the painting again,
it's suffering.
Hailing on me,
teaching me nothing
but to leave before I'm noti

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by ~TheNobody1994, Jan 18, 2013, 11:01:04 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I can't believe I trust you.
(ed?)
Everything seems to be coalescing
and failing.
I tried.

But in the light of day
and retrospect,
I see that's just another failure.
So have it your way;
with respect:
I hated your temper.

Vindictive,
or innocent?
Still alive,
but not quite breathing.
You said you'd give
your all, but I still haven't seen it.

So should I let my dream fade
and sever another tie,
or hold on for another day
before an untimely goodbye?

Heh.

I love how nothing makes sense once I question it.
I'd give something in penance, but that'd only ruin this.

And when I'm with you, everything falls.
I don't know if I can catch it, or if I should just let it shatter,
but before it hits the ground, it all whirls around me--
everything in my mind sporadically changes;
hamfistedly scattered in the wind so turbulent,
the visceral obligations dance around me with the elegance
of a firestorm.

But I still believe in you.

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~Princess-Lorelei May 15, 2013 New member Hobbyist Interface Designer

Oh my God! Can I please use this as a song in my Winx Club fanfiction?Ppppppppllllllleeeeeeaaaaaassssssseeeeeee!!!! Please! It is so good and the whole thing matches my story. I will so give you credit! It is so very awesome! Please!

~TheNobody1994 May 16, 2013 Student General Artist

Yeah. Just link the poem in the description and link the entry with it in there to me so I can check it out.

~little-supernova Jan 18, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I love how nothing makes sense once I question it.

JESUS CHRIST HOW DID YOU KNOW

~TheNobody1994 Jan 19, 2013 Student General Artist

^{I just do.}

~little-supernova Jan 19, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Yous a gloriously scary soul, kid.

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