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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)

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

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

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

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.

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)

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.

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)

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

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)

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Curse of paranoiaHear me speak
a curse to thee.
Haunting ghosts and hollow spirits,
even preaching won't set you free.

Screeching winds,
tearing up your soul.
Getting what you deserve,
with deeds so foul.

Shackled your wrists
and chained your neck.
Too late to say sorry,
revenge gets you back.

/

Luister naar mijn stem
een vloek voor jouw bestaan.
Jagende spoken en dolende geesten
laten je niet meer gaan.

Huilende winden,
scheurend door je ziel.
Je krijgt wat je verdient,
omdat je mijn geliefde aanviel.

Gebonden aan je polsen,
zelfs aan je nek geketend.
Je denkt een rustig leven te leiden
maar dat is zonder wraak gerekend.

2

facing the consequences The stare

you giving me,
hate burning deeply.
It has no effect
but from you I'll respect

the silence

is cold as winter,
Filled with anger.
You put me through this maelstrom
Right here I'm suffering from

the lockout

that You've set up.
Easy, with friends as backup.
Girl believe me, I'll never regret
anything I have ever said.

OntslagDit doet ons veel zeer,
we weten niet wat gedaan.
geen leerkracht voor politie meer,
Wat hebben we daaraan?

Voor ons sta je altijd klaar.
We probeerden je bij te staan,
met een klein gebaar.
Blijkt dat we je moeten laten gaan.

Iedereen zal het weten,
ons hart gevuld met spijt!
We zullen je nooit vergeten,
we nemen van een prachtmens afscheid.

2010, Benny Temmerman

Lost in mindPeople call it disease.
Because they're scared.
Spotting illness with ease.
You're messed up, they declared.

Chased by this demon,
frightened I keep looking back.
What is going on?
Is this another panic attack?

Alone in the dark.
No air, no light,
not even a little spark.
Too scared to fight

Trying to hide,
my anger and fear,
for the ones who lied,
the ones I held near.

I'm about to lose control.
When will they see.
Labelling my soul
is no use for me.

2010, Benny Temmerman

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Tear behind the mask

by ~arcainwolf, Jan 7, 2011, 6:13:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Oh how i would like to cry,
just simply letting my tears flow.
But they don't let me even try,
crying away regrets and sorrow.

It's something you can't avert.
Be a man, they used to say
don't show that you're hurt.
It hurts, when does it go away?

Depressing thoughts blurring my mind.
Imagining things that aren't real.
I'm slowly turning deaf and blind.
Is this something i need to conceal?

So i try this again today,
holding up this mask of deceipt.
True feelings fade astray,
coming so close to another defeat.

Still i keep holding on,
I have more stuff to write.
Giving all of me until i'm gone.
Don't worry you will be alright.

2011, Benny Temmerman

Tear behind the maskby ~arcainwolf

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

another poem, here you go..
just want to ask..

why is it so wrong for a guy to cry?
am i too sensitive?

~Warriorfanatic99 Jan 9, 2011

It's okay to cry! I am still mad at myself when I didn't cry at a close family member's death, and everyone else cried, even people who didn't know us!
But this is a great poem!

~arcainwolf Jan 10, 2011

thank you

~Warriorfanatic99 Jan 10, 2011

No prob!

*Booky-TrueIdentities Jan 8, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

everyone needs to cry, no matter who they are, people need to let things out instead of bottling it up, keeping things inside does no one any good.

~arcainwolf Jan 8, 2011

thank you

*Booky-TrueIdentities Jan 10, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

welcome

~Behind-love456 Jan 7, 2011

there is nothing wrong but for me i hate to cry

so i hold it in but i know it is bad to hold to in because it had happen to my dad

but it is ok to cry i just hate people to see me in my weakest form this is really good i uv how there is so much emotion in it

great job

~arcainwolf Jan 8, 2011

thank you, and don't hold yourself in.
if you wanna cry, you can always go to a room so you're alone i think

always helps when you can cry a bit..

~Behind-love456 Jan 8, 2011

yea i aways go to my dog and hug him while i cry his name is coco

~arcainwolf Jan 8, 2011

aw that's sweet

coco is an awesome name!

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