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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 –
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.
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
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.
wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,
swollen around the words she never said;
dark rings around her eyes
like planets unremembered, and
a staleness to her touch,
the crystalline Dead Sea.

she's living like a story
that's already been told
"if no one loved you
would you mean anything at all?"

in that moment,
we forget to exist.
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
Honesty    Written

         from the

              heart.

No eraser.
Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,
but what can you say?
Nothing can help her.
The pain won't go away.

But she would've stopped,
you could've said no.
That's what she wanted,
someone to say don't go.

That someone wanted her,
or at least would try.
That someone would grieve
if she were to die.

But you just stared,
nodding your head,
and she realized the truth
with a feeling of dread.

No one wanted her.
No one cared.
Not even you,
with the the love you shared.

So she said good-bye,
and you watched her leave.
She may have had the rope,
but now you can't breathe.
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
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
With This RingWith this ring,

I swear to keep myself pure.

To not give myself away until the night of my marriage,

To the one whom God has chosen for me.

With this ring,

I swear to avoid the temptations

That may lead me astray

And defile me.

With this ring

I swear to not only keep my body pure,

But to keep pure my mind.

To not think perverted thoughts,

To not corrupt myself from within.

With this ring,

I swear that all of what I am will be pure

For he who is to be my husband.
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A Little MusicEvery person who touches my life
Has left a little music
Has left a song or band, thought or tune
So why don't you let me leave one for you?
Have To WriteI want to write so you can feel it
All of you
I want to write so you can touch it
All of you
I want to show you all emotions
High or low
I want to write to make it real
To everyone
I want to write to make a difference
So listen

Hear my words from the page
Because I'm speaking with my heart
Listen to everything, every way
Agree, disagree, like, dislike
Taste the honesty on my lips
And watch me when I fall
Listen to each and every word
And take the meaning home

I want to write so you can feel it

I want to write so you can see

I want to write all my emotions

Make a difference
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Fantasy and Reality

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It's such a fine line
yet such a hard one to traverse
fall too far into either and you are swallowed
nothing anyone says can reach you
tread carefully or you'll be pulled in
Reality can sting you sharply
but fantasy can push it all from your mind.
If you choose to loose yourself
behind it's rosy glow
it will fight back with wishes and hopes
and misbeggotten indulgences, best left as dreams.
But then, a fantasy can keep you sane
help you to believe in a new reality,
inspire you.
It can give you the courage you need
to face a world that's harsh and cruel
with the strength to change the way things are.
And reality with it's hard edges
can bring things into focus
and make you see what's real
it can show you just what matters
be that your dreams or something concrete.
Just because you can't see something
doesn't mean it's not there
and just because you can see something
doesn't mean it can't be changed.
Take the willpower of your dreams
and apply them to reality.
But don't get lost in either,
that is easier than it seems.

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Fantasy and Realityby ~merlfoxFell

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A friend of mine,he was one of my best friends, he can be so insightful and have so much intelligence, understanding, wisdom for someone so young, but beside all that, he has his world, which is a fantasy so intrigate and so essential to him and his life that he can't truly see anything around him, he uses it to protect himself from things he doesn't want to see, but in the end it is his undoing because he also cannot see what he needs to see. I've written this now because I have finally stopped balancing on the edges of his two worlds. The real world, where he is one of my best friends and that's all, where we can talk sense and have a laugh and then his fantasy where he's built me up to be his perfect girl, where nothing can stop him reaching for a future where we are together, where we go on picnics and ride into the sunset, nothing will make him realise it won't happen, because he doesn't want to listen and he has refused to listen every time I said no. So I can no longer walk the path between his two worlds, as melodramatic as that sounds, it is crushing me, making me feel so awful, but he tries to drag me over to his fantasy world and I can't go there, no matter how many guilt trips, cries, how much pain and sadness he tells me his is going through, I can't be his perfect girl, if he won't listen to 'no' which he isn't, I am going to have to force us to go our separate ways. So I guess this is my goodbye, thank you for all the smiles and laughs, but there are no longer enough for either of us to keep going on.
©2012-2013 ~merlfoxFell
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~wovennature Aug 24, 2012
Story of my life. I really like it, I always read things like this, they inspire me.

Some of my friends are like that as well, and honestly I don't know what to say. Amazing poem and amazing words.
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~merlfoxFell Aug 25, 2012
I'm glad that poetry can inspire you, thank you :) I think I've decided to just leave him to it, I can't stop him from living in what I see as too much fantasy, but I can't just ignore it and continue, so I'll let him carry on and I'll go my own way. :)
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~wovennature Aug 25, 2012
Sometimes I see that as the best way. Something you can't really change in life.
And i did try a little poetry of my own... in my opinion it's bad... but after about the first ten minutes it got a favourite... So... :)

I tried. ;)
And perhaps it may be best for the two of you to go on seperate ways :)
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