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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 –

You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
For you.

Dear fucked society,Dear fucked up society,
Why do you take our rights?
Our human rights?
To who we love?
To who we are.. To our image?
Tell me.

You force images down our throat;
Images of airbrushed, false looking
people. You want people to look
more skinny and cause anorexia,
More along the hidden line that
you dig under the ground like
a dead forgotten body yet always there

You show us that its not right to be gay,
lesbian, bi-sexual or transgendered..
And then wonder why the suicide rate is
so fucking high. You cause the nightmares
and terrors of our family not accepting us
our

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

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)

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

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

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.

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PunishmentI want to
lock myself
in my closet
and cry.
I want to
hide and
isolate
myself.
How could
I do this?
After what
Patrick did,
I promised
that was the
last time I
would fall in
love.
But now that
I am,
I need to
punish
myself.
I broke
my rule.
I cant go
unpunished.

FadingThe taste in his
mouth,
it's disgusting.
He throws up
again,
wipes his mouth
on a towel
and washes his
hands.
Gargles with
mouth wash
and spits it into
the sink.
"Michael! Dinner!"
But he had just
eaten.
Maybe he'll keep
this one down.
He sits at the table
he eats his food and
excuses himself to the
basement,
where he throws it
up in the toilet.
Couldnt keep it
down,
he's just
not hungry.

"Michael, we're
worried about you."
Mom says.
His eyes tear open,
his breath catches in
his throat.
"MICHAEL!"
"MICHAEL!"
The room goes
dark.

As he awakens,
he feels his heart
beat.
Bum Bum.
Bum BUm.
It's fading

Cave InShe weighs herself
85 pounds.
She cries,
she's too fat.
That's what they
say,
she believe's them.
"Hey Lardo"
She smiles and says,
"I lost weight!"
The girls laugh at her,
but gasp when she
shows them her
minor weight loss.
"Lardo is anorexic?"
She is puzzled.
"What does anorexic mean?"
The girls laugh,
"It means you're still
a freak."
Maybe she's still
too fat?

She weighs herself
the next week.
60 pounds.
She smiles.
"I hope this
is enough."
She looks in the
mirror and her
stomach rolls
over her shorts.
She cries,
she's still too
fat.
The girls continue
to laugh at her.

Two weeks later,
"A young 15 yea

A Kiss DreamtLast night,
I dreamt of you.
Standing out
next to the bench
where you first
asked me to be your
girlfriend.
Now we were here
standing under
the tree.
I told you
"I love you",
the our lips
touched,
so bold of me
I know.
I dont remember
how it ended,
all I know
is I awoke
with tears
streaming
down my face.

Kingdom of BoredomSitting here
half awake.
Staring at my
white walls.
Wishing I
could leave this
place,
to be somewhere
else.
Im not
wanted anywhere
else.
So I cant
leave.
I must sit
her
in my boredom.
Waiting
like a princess
in a tower
for someone
to come
rescue me.
From my
Kingdom of
Boredom.

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Forever

by ~GothicRockerGirl, Sep 10, 2012, 11:21:47 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I want this,
our friendship,
our relationship,
to last forever.
I never want
it to end.
I hope we
will never change,
I dont think I
could handle it
if we did.
I want to be
with you,
I dont care,
what others
say.
I need to be
with you,
I feel as if
I cant breathe
without you.
You take my
breath from me
when you smile.
These are not
simple lyrics.
They are words
from my heart.
You said you
wanted me to
tell you things,
I need to say.
I need to say,
I want to kiss you,
and hope it
takes me to
outerspace.
I want to be
with you
and hope it
lasts forever.

Foreverby ~GothicRockerGirl

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~GothicRockerGirl

It's for this guy I like and Im a nervous wreck about giving it to him. Can you please tell me if it's good enough???

Dedicated To: Someone special

9/10/12

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*Katragoness Sep 25, 2012

This is amazing!! It's perfect!!

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~GothicRockerGirl Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

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~fishcake-y Sep 10, 2012

It is perfect girlie. Go for it~!

I wish you the best of luck, and if he doesn't like you I need to come over there and knock some sense into him e_e

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~GothicRockerGirl Sep 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

He does like me, he told me so.

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~fishcake-y Sep 10, 2012

YAY~!

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~GothicRockerGirl Sep 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah we've been texting since yesterday. since noon, nonstop except for school and sleeping

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~fishcake-y Sep 10, 2012

Aww~ Your so lucky!

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~GothicRockerGirl Sep 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I really like him

I see him tomorrow and Im nervous.

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~fishcake-y Sep 10, 2012

Don't be, theres no reason :3

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~GothicRockerGirl Sep 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah, I practically told him to kiss me, like in the poem?

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