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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

Telling Childhood Goodnight.They were the fearless whispers through the starless night.
They were the pounding feet through the cobbled streets,
Screaming out for everything.
They were the fleeting memories of a time long gone by,
Blown away in the wind to a far away sky,
Where the air is cold and the stars never shine.

Memories leave their traces behind,
The scars on my legs from a day long gone by.
I was climbing a rock,
That would forever leave me with a flaw.

They were the youthful cries, screaming out.
They were the glowing eyes, on a fearless march,
Racing down the cobbled streets, blazing out for all to see.
The beacon of light that is now dying out,
I never wanted it to go away.
Everything is changing at a speed I can’t match,
I am drifting further every day.

It makes me want to cry that the best and worst days of my life,
Are being pushed away with every day that passes by.
I want to hold on
But each day I lose more ground.
Soon they will be gone without even a sound.

Th

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)

Silent and GoneAlong the blue streams of those who were simplistically glassed, I drag my wooden, empty coffin; it contains only my past.

For the many decades I've lengthened have expanded pain's time; across shallow mountains and beatings I prepare my final climb.

Through harsh mists and soft grasses the journey trembles on; days on end without my voices; alas, I realize they are gone.

Near all abandonment's shelter I rest without ease; my halved demon appears before me; she speaks hellishly in the breeze.

Forgiveness and hallucination she crisply burns in my eyes; I must awaken and continue, 'tis my time to remain wise.

To a judging stream near the g

I don't fight fair...Cut, bruised, scraped, forgotten. These things I have all been at least once in my life. But it
hasn't made me stronger, just more determined in my fight to live another day.
I know the ways of my attackers, studied their movements, learned their tricks and gleamed
their true motives. I have seen their weaknesses, their faults, theirs flaws and I have kept
them close to me, ready for use when the next time we meet.
They are cautious of me, they have weary from my adaptive ways, knowing that I can fall only
so many times. They are scared for I have the key to their defeat; not by sane ways, but by
the ways they fear to tread.
One look, one stare, one gesture and they will run in fear for the truth is upon them: "I won't
live restrained anymore."
"I have seen your errors an played on them like strings on a violin. Moved you to place were I
make the rules. Put you on display for all to see what you have done, and what will be done."

You ha

The WaitingBones hang from trees
Hollow windchimes rattling
In the sullen breeze

Dark clouds make noonday dusk
Rusted buttons on threadbare coats
Sorrow drips like rain

(From the fingertips of this dead-rose day)

Hoofprints kill the grass
Where the dark horse steps
The rider unsmiling

The tired and ill amble about
Cattle awaiting the shoulder tap
To sleep, but not to dream

(To become whatever the second birth dictates)

the carbon footprint of an arsonistyour crystal promise
rings drip off your glacial
fingers into global

nothings. the geodesic
dome you used to live in
is a hell you keep

clean-shaven and concentric,
spiraling away from you,
wrapping your unborn

children up in paper goblets.
for minimum wage, any geryon
would cling to the terza rima

inkblots on your
collarbones, his spongy molars
diving into your right

angles, his familiar laughs
killing your skin with
shivering cuddles and you

shudder, being self-diagnosed
at center of the universe,
your hair a nest of radio

waves, the one cosmic
principle drumming on the ancient
heart of mystery.

but amateur porn always
made you cry

Rose in her hand...I saw a girl she was there for days
sitting at the pavement
Not talking or looking around at anyone
She had a dark red rose in her hands
She was holding it so hard that the thorns
were digging into her skin..

I asked her "Are you alright?" She looked up, then back down at the rose, breathed in to say "Yes, I'm quite alright thank you." She was shaking, her hands were cut dripping with blood from the thorns. I told her "Don't clench it so hard, its fragile and your bleeding" She looked down further and shakily said "..Maybe.. Maybe I want to bleed" I got shocked at this and backed off I didn't want to make anything worse..
A few days went by..
The girl wasn't around,
I knew whereabouts she lived
So I went to see if she was okay
I saw a rose on the grass outside
her house.. Below a window..
A half open window, with the curtains
Drawn only about two inches

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.

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)

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.

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

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cause you'd be god if you knew it all.
just be the demi-god that you are now
and all pieces will fall in place somehow.

A desperate call from OsloThe clock keeps on ticking.
tick, tock
Hate is building up,
slowly burning every bit of humanity.
Feel the heat

a call for HELP!

From a bunch of innocents.
Every one of them,
waiting .. .. ..
Just to be found as casualty.

This act so foul,
so foul that no words,
can describe it at all.

All help is frozen.
None heard the call.

What's the noise about?A silent whisper
through the night.
Surroundings are dark,
amplifying the might,

the POWER of sound.
Slowly fading like a wave.

Flowing onto the sand
Which falls, slowly,
through the hourglass

time keeps runnin on

another love choicemeeting that special person

It will make you
invincible
like nothing can touch you.

Yet you can see the signs
that she sends out.
LEAVE ME ALONE!
but i wanna shout:
"I love you!".

Love isn't age related,
something you can't explain.
A feeling of being sated,
impossible to feel pain.

It's so hard to understand,
the way your mind toys with your heart.
Everyday wanting to hold her hand,
Still it feels like living in a world apart.

Girl, I like you, can't you see?

Why does it feel it has gone awry?

I thought i found the girl for me,

should i let my heart bleed dry?

Unanswered whisperThe first day i saw you,
with your playful smile.
Such an innocent virtue,
makes my patience worthwhile.

The laughter we've shared
and the stories we've told.
A sign that we cared,
to see this love unfold.

A little whisper in your ear,
hear my words flow:
"I want to hold you near,
I don't want to let you go."

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Lost my heart

by ~arcainwolf, Jan 2, 2011, 4:06:57 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Sometimes when you're young.
Having moments of such happiness.
A place so magical, nothing wrong.
It must have been Atlantis.

Where two leave their hearts,
in a haven protected.
Hand in hand, returning homewards,
eyes with love reflected.

But she didn't trust,
her heart near his.
Being affraid, not of disgust,
but of losing this bliss.

His love never ending,
but she didn't show.
This wound isn't mending
and she just let go.

He lost his heart,
to this girl so special.
Ripping his soul apart.
Luckily it wasn't fatal.

Ending this poem,
with the worst part.
Seeing another victim.
Running with her heart.

Lost my heartby ~arcainwolf

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

mommy told me, running with scissors is dangerous.
Gonna remind my kids running with hearts can be fatal..

Does this poem read easily?

tell me what you would change about it!
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~007Balel Jan 3, 2011 Student Writer

I love the imagery and this is a very beautiful poem
You speak of truth... running with hearts just leaves someone else without one...
Leaving them broken and lost....
Great job on this

~arcainwolf Jan 3, 2011

thank you,
feels great when your work is loved by others

~007Balel Jan 4, 2011 Student Writer

I know what you mean.
This piece really deserved it.

~ShesAllFuckedUp Jan 3, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

This is so beautiful and real it almost hurts a little bit to read it.
It reminds me a bit of my childhood, I can kinda relate to those feelings.

Well done, keep up the good work

~arcainwolf Jan 3, 2011

thank you for your kind words

`MagicalJoey Jan 2, 2011 Writer

It reads very well. I like your imagery and the end shows maturity on the part of the speaker. Good job.

~arcainwolf Jan 2, 2011

thank you

*Booky-TrueIdentities Jan 2, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

The last stanza doesn't flow very well i find but the rest is really good

~arcainwolf Jan 2, 2011

the poem-victim thingy?
or what are you struggling with?
thanks for the comment!

*Booky-TrueIdentities Jan 2, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

i just don't find it flows well, it seems a bit forced.

most welcome

i owe you for all the ones you gave me!

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