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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.

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"

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.

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..

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

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.

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

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.

LonelyLonely.
Unnoticed.
People don't even look
when they walk by.
Always ignored...
Nobody even asks my ideas,
my opinion.
Nobody even knows
who I am.
When people see me,
they either ignore me,
or ask a question:
"Who are you?"
But they don't even bother
to listen to my response:
"I'm Canada."
Forgotton.
Forgotton by everyone.
Forgotton by my friends, my allies.
Maybe one day
Someone will remember my name.
Canada.

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Don't listen to them
Don't let them feed you lies
You're perfect, just the way you are

Don't give them the gain
Don't let them feed on your despair
You're golden inside, I know you are

Don't give them a reason
They enjoy seeing you suffer
But in the end it's not worth the while

Their mouths are like open graves
They tell only lies
For deep inside, you're worth more than a thousand diamonds that shine

I'm Fine, Trust me

It's just fine
Just stab me with that knife
I'm just fine
Rip my heart out when I'm alive

All that I see
Is you in my dreams
All that I see
Is that my heart is incomplete

It's just fine
My heart's made of ice
It's just fine
Just make me feel alive

Alien

I must be an alien
The others handle it so well
They move on
They're fine

I must be an alien
The others handle it so well
I'm crying
And I'm dying

I must be an alien
The only thing that I want
Is a friend
To hold me, to control me

I wish I could turn humanoid
Maybe then I wouldn't be alone
I'm broken
And I'm open

I must be an alien
I'm on the outside looking in
I'm Hoping
For nothing

Broken Wings

They tell me that I should get over it
That I should be fine
But with broken wings
It's hard to fly

I Have Never

I have never quite forgiven myself
I have never felt like I deserve better
I have never felt so depressed
And I guess I have never felt love

I have never had a smaller hope
I have never had so much faith
I have never cried so many times
And I guess I have never felt so lost

I have never ever been so thoughtful
I have never in my dreams grinded so wide
I have never lost my faith in you
But I guess, that's why it hurts

I'm So Tired Of Being Here

I'm so tired of being here
I'm trapped by all my fears
I wish you could see me now
Broken and crying for help
My blood it flows
And I don't want it to stop

I'm so tired of being here
I'm trapped by all my fears
I wish I could heal myself
Wipe all these tears away
But my heart it bleeds
And I don't know how to stop the blood

I'm so sick of being hurt
I'm trapped in my own mind
I wish I could hear those songs
But then I remember you
And I now I cry again
God why can't I be a man?

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Tick Tack, The Clock Is Ticking

by ~Meandor117, May 25, 2012, 1:10:27 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

The clock is ticking
Tick tack tick tack
The pills are in my hands
tick tack tick tack
A glass of jack is next to me
Tick tack tick tack
The clock is ticking
Inside me

They say they're always here
But then why am I so lonely?
They say they'll always care
But why do they have so few emotions?

The clock is ticking
Tick tack tick tack
I slowly lift my hands
tick tack tick tack
I swallow them slowly
Tick tack tick tack
I drink the jack
And the clock stops ticking

A life is like a clock
One day it stops ticking
From the day we are born
We are slowly dying

But at times
When the clock is tired
And wants to stop
It finds a reason to tick

Tick tack tick tack
Don't stop the ticking of a heart

Tick Tack, The Clock Is Tickingby ~Meandor117

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I know that people in the UK and the USA say Tick Tock or something like that XD Well, in Norway ( Where I'm from if you didn't know ) we say Tick Tack

That's why I used that ^^

Also the picture is taken by me, nothing awesome, taken with my HTC Desire HD XD

~summerday27 Jun 8, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Hmm, i didn't know that. Tick Tack is actually a mint/candy here in the US (:
That's one of the most interesting things i've ever heard. From the day we are born we are slowly dying. My mom said somthing like that a couple days ago. And its quite true. Realy interesting though. Amazing poem! <3

~Meandor117 Jun 8, 2012

We have that candy to accually xD It's desent XD At least I think so :3

~summerday27 Jun 28, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

lol, i only eat the orange ones

~Refugnic May 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Actually, there's a song called 'Spieluhr' (Music box) from the German band 'Rammstein' which goes well with this poem. (It's one of the better songs they made).

In either case, that song was about a child, whose heart stopped beating...because it wanted to be alone. However the child was only seemingly dead, and woke up AFTER it was buried...thankfully they gave the child it's favorite toy...the music box with it to the grave...the child wound it up and about a day later, the people of the graveyard heard the music and got the freezing and scared child out of it's early grave.

As to why I relate it to this poem: Even if the clock of life seems to stop...that doesn't necessarily mean, that it's lost for good.
There are plenty of cases, where the clock requires a shock of some sort...be it cold, electricity or 'divine intervention'...to start ticking again.

~Meandor117 May 26, 2012

I have that album myself :3

~Refugnic May 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Haha, yeah I see

Personally, I'm not a huge Rammstein fan, but a few of their songs are really nice. Especially 'Spieluhr' and 'Engel'

~Meandor117 May 26, 2012

I got all albums without the one with Engel XD And the best of XD

~Refugnic May 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well, sure sounds like 'Fan' to me

~Meandor117 May 26, 2012

I guess I'm XD

~AubunLights May 25, 2012 Hobbyist

Omg ur 4rm Norway?!?! That's cool how is it there what language do they speak if not Norwegian? (Sorry if I'm nosey

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