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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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My friends...

by *KoroTheSilverWolf, Jan 4, 2013, 4:50:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

You may wonder why I care for you
Why I try to reach out to you
Why I'm always wondering
if you are okay

I don't know you
so why do I care?
Why do I always try to make you feel better?
because I know more than you think.

I know what it means when you say you're fine.
I know this '

' doesn't always mean you're happy
I know that nothing is a just a word used to cover up the pain
I know what it's like to be screaming behind a false smile

I used to feel like I was alone in the dark
I used to think no one could possibly care about me
I used to think I was the ugliest creature alive
I used to think the world wouldn't miss me if I gave up and died...

I know how much it hurts to be alone
to be close to tears and forcing a smile
to have no one realize how much pain I was in
to force myself to be happy and carefree

Somehow I thought it was wrong to seek comfort
Somehow I thought it would make me weak
Somehow I was afraid to reach out
I didn't want to get burned again by someone who was supposed to care...

I've been down the paths of misery and despair
I've lost and found and lost myself
I've spent many nights just screaming into my pillow
I wanted to rip my fake reality to shreds

I was not happy
I just looked happy
I was not strong
I was broken

Even now the scars are fresh
I'm still untangling the real me from the fake
unraveling all the layers of false bravado
brushing off my fake cheer

I know what it's like
to feel like nothing is under your own control
to feel like no one loves you, or ever could
to wonder why I bothered to keep going

I don't want you to feel like that
I don't want you to be broken like I was
I don't want you to be screaming in agony with a smile on your face
I don't want to leave you alone.

That's why I always try, to pick you up when you fall down
That's why I always listen, and not judge you on your problems
That's why I'm by your side, whenever I feel you need support
That's why I'll protect you in any way I can.

You are my friend
Someone I will cherish
So long as you cherish me
I will always be here for you.

My friends...by *KoroTheSilverWolf

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

It's long but I felt I had to say it... You guys have no idea how much you actually mean to me.... You're the reason I'm willing to face my past and let the scars finally heal. I'm not the most reliable person... I mean I have like 70 messages to answer right now

but if I know I'm needed I'll do my best to help...

thankyou guys... For being here for me.

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*nanonear Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I'm just as glad to have you as a friend.

It meens a lot to know that someone cares.

*KoroTheSilverWolf Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

and I'm glad you are my friend ^-^

~GoldenWolfKnight Jan 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, this is so beautiful! It brings a tear to my eye. But I am an idiot and always need to ask to make certain... is this just some beautiful writing? Or something you want to share with your friends, to say how you feel?

*KoroTheSilverWolf Jan 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

All of my poetry has some form of inspiration... but yes. I wanted to say this to all of you. You and everyone I've met here

~GoldenWolfKnight Jan 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Well that is very sweet and I was right. You do have a talent for writing

*KoroTheSilverWolf Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I guess I do, but only things I've had experience with make good poems

not to mention I can't write on demand...

~GoldenWolfKnight Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Well you don't have to make a living off it for it to be a talent. And experience is the best teacher after all. If you really wanted to all it would take is a little work

*KoroTheSilverWolf Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

oh I know XD it's just my good poems have to have emotional inspiration.

~GoldenWolfKnight Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

XD I know exactly what you mean. You need to be in just the right mood to write what you really want to say sometimes

*KoroTheSilverWolf Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes you do XD and I rarely am nowadays...

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