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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.

RelapseIt’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when

‘just one more’

made you feel better.

- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s

falling.

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"

WorthlessWorthless,
the name that cuts like a knife,
Me,
it's all that you see inside,
My heart,
is breaking with every breath I take
The lies,
the only thing I can't seem to face.

In The Daylight

In The Daylight

A false downfall
An unexpected revival

Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness

Life...redefined
Death...redesigned

In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
-
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest

I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic

I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid

A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete

Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrat

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.

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.

Battle in my MindEat.
Don't eat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
You're perfect.
You're worthless.
You're beautiful.
You're disgusting.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
Show me.
No!
I love you..

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

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

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Poem: The past

by ~DarkNymfa, Nov 8, 2012, 1:53:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Did you lie to me,
are you who you say you are?
Did you betray me,
call me names behind my back?
Did you run from me,
when I needed you?

Who are you,
leaving me like that?
Why did you do that,
making me feel so bad?
And if you aren't who you say you are,
how can I know if I am who I think I am?

How will I know,
that you didn't lie?
How can I trust,
you ever again?
How shall I continue,
carrying on as if nothing happened?

Happy childhood,
sad childhood.
Being out with friends,
yet excluded from the others.
Sought my own way out,
but never found it.

Happy me,
sad me.
How will the world,
look for me now?
And how will I,
look into my own eyes,
ever again?

Poem: The pastby ~DarkNymfa

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

My descriptions for poems tend to be so empty...

I just wish someone understands what they mean,
even though I know it's a false hope.

Critique by ~PouringBlood Nov 9, 2012, 3:44:39 AM

The capitals are good. And the paragraphs are good too.
the comma's sometimes look weird as they are in their position.
you did good on this one. keep it up.
It will be certain to give people goosebumps, just like me. You know how to get people to think about this.
And it really has a meaning. the topic is very original.
don't worry. The discription doesn't have to be filled with words that people care more about than the poem itself. Maybe put a paragraph of the poem in it? That wants to make people read it. good job. really.

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~PouringBlood Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oh.. Goosebumps occured on me.
I am a fan of your artwork, miss.

This is... It's just awesome. Please don't waste a talent like this.

~DarkNymfa Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Haha, thanks. X3 I like writing these poems, even though I feel like no one understands what I'm trying to say. XD

And I'll try to not waste it. Too bad I still prefer drawing over writing poems. XD

~PouringBlood Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I think some people understand it, tough they don't say it. I kinda understand it. It really touches me tough.

my sees on this poem is:

the past already happened, and you can't return what you did. you make each other feel bad if you do something wrong that has many consequences for each other.

that's what occurs in my toughts.

~DarkNymfa Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Well, the thing is, I think in kind of odd ways sometimes, make weird connections others (usually) don't see, or I'm wording things differently.
That's also what I like about poems. You can make of it what you want, as long as it means something to you.

For example, this one was more about how people can always complain about their past being so bad or so good, it has been both. But indeed, what happened has happened and you can't change it, whether you want it or not.

~PouringBlood Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I know a person like this too. Sometimes I have to progress what he says to me. But when I understand it, it makes very much sense.
Poems are the same. :3
The way you write just makes me wanna read more. x3

~DarkNymfa Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Good thing I plan on writing more of them then. XD

And I guess that logic isn't the same for some persons. Too bad thinking in a different way usually gets named as autism. :I

~PouringBlood Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'll definetly read your work

I understand it. I work with people who are mentally not well, but if people talk about autism, I don't call that weird in any way. Even if people think differently, they shouldn't even TRY to make fun of those. It's horrible! D:
You are smart. I didn't even think about it once when we started conversations. You are just as other people. Autism is just a name. It doesn't really mean anything.

~DarkNymfa Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Whooh~!

Yeah, it's kind of annoying, especially considering that they actually use autism as a bad word here, like people use gay and stuff, to call people names. It's kind of annoying.
I mean, it's not like people with autism are really different or anything. Pretty much everyone is a bit autistic in their own way.

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