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A Perfect DayThe rain is pouring;
I don't know what to say.
I'm actually not depressed today.

The birds are silent,
And Mulan is on.
Where have the scars and nightmares gone?

Are they in the closet?
Under the bed?
Where have they gone?
Why have they fled?

You know what?
I don't care.
All that matters,
Is that they aren't there.

I'll grab a blanket,
Take a nap.
Eat some cereal,
Curl up with the cat.
Enjoy this time,
Until it's gone.
So let me sit down,
And put my happy face on.

GodHe's in my heart,
And on my mind.
His will is law,
And His heart is kind.

I am a product of The Lord,
His kindness and His love.
My heart has been made,
My spirits as calm as His dove.

I'm stricken with happiness,
My joy is unending.
My jubilance advancing;
My soul transcending.

I'm catching His words;
They ride on the wind.
From falling into temptation,
He will defend.

The Lord's in my head;
The Lord's in my heart.
I am at peace,
And we will never part.

Butterfly ScreamsIt's fun,
Isn't it?
Hurting me?
Killing me?
Watching me bleed?

Mocking me?
Striking me?
Ignoring my needs?

Destroying who I am,
And all I'll ever be.

But you wouldn't stop,
That I can see.

The butterflies in my stomach,
Scream as the hurtful words
Pin them to corkboard.
I'll cut myself,
And bleed.
I'm gonna lay down,
And hear the butterflies scream.

"Don't even worry."
"I'm perfectly fine."
Words are sandpaper,
And a couple of lies.

So while I'm here,
Down on the floor;
Do your worst,
Your worst and more.

So I'll lay down,
And bleed.
Even when I'm gone,
The butterflies will still scream.

We Are Friends"Freak!"
"Freak!"
They'll call you;
They'll call your name,
And you'll get blue.
But please don't cry,
I'll pull you through.
You know why?

Cuz that's what friends do.

Cut and cut,
Slit your wrists.
But please think of what you'll miss.

You'll never see me find a guy;
You won't be around to help me not die.
Suicide isn't selfish,
It's not selfish at all.
Suicide is simply,
A wake up call.
But whenever you feel down,
Call me up,
I won't let you frown.
I will never,
Let go of you.
You know why?

Cuz that's what best friends do.

I'll make you laugh,
Til you cry.
I'll be so funny,
You won't want to die.
You're my hero;
Please don't

JanusBehind the copper doorway
Beyond the golden room
There awaits your future
There awaits your doom
Janus, the god of choices,
Asks will you go left or right?
You could discover nirvana,
Or you could die tonight.
Are you ready to take that risk?
Take that bow,
Brave that cliff?
Will you survive?
No one knows.
But no matter what,
Whither thou goest,
I go.
Trust me with your heart,
Trust me with your all.
I won't let you down,
I won't let your faith fall.
So, Janus,
I'll tell you now,
The choice is mine to be brave.
Leave my golden room,
For my choice,
I have made.

Parental ''Encouragement''Mother,
Why do you despise me so?
Don't you think I should know?
I've grown into what you asked,
Graceful, poised,
Calm, relaxed.
For once,
I finally like who I am,
But still you say,
I should throw it away,
And act like it was a sham.
I'm rude,
Hostile,
And mean.
It's toward crude humor I lean.
It's the reason I'm alive.
Sarcasm helps me survive.
I'm sorry it's not okay,
But it saved my life.
Helped me get rid of the knife,
And for that I shall never change.
So Mother,
I say to you now,
Of myself,
I am surely proud.

Tragic ValentineWhen I look in your eyes,
I see the rest of my life.
I love you,
I do.
And I know you love me too.
A ring on my finger,
And another on yours.
We know each other.
We have no doors.
Even though we're separated,
By six feet of dirt.
The words you whisper,
Still heal my hurt.
The way you exist,
Inside my head,
A figment of the imagination,
Can never be dead.
I am yours,
And you are mine.
I will always love you,
My tragic Valentine.

The MonsterI can't trust;
I can't love you.
The monster,
It's overpowering.
I'm not strong enough;
It has invaded me.
Every organ,
Every cell,
Every molecule,
Has been destroyed,
And taken over by something that isn't human.

It has to be something else;
It has to.
I wouldn't cut myself.
I wouldn't hate myself,
Or starve myself,
Or lose myself in a sea of hatred,
Of bloodlust,
And sorrow.
Would I?

The Shams of What RemainsMorals are so hard to cling to,
When everyone's doing drugs.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
And everyone's a thug.

Being a virgin isn't a virtue,
You hide it away with shame.
Yet while all of drink and smoke,
Proudly I proclaim,
Alcohol, I know not the taste.
Smoking, I do scorn.
I shall not look,
While away you waste,
Looking so forlorn.

I am my own person,
And my morals I hold dear.
I quietly sit at home,
While my friends win "Stupidest Decision of the Year."

Though I'm not perfect,
And I'll never claim to be.
My peace of mind is worth it,
So I'll be true,
To me.

tICK TiCKI'm one of you,
Cut me,
And I'll bleed.
Slice through my skin,
You'll see.
I cry tears,
Just the same.
You hurt me,
Without even knowing my name.
Stop my heart,
I swear I'll die.
To see the truth,
Look in my eyes.
Don't ever stop to think,
How your words affect me.

*blink**blink*
You've missed it.
All your words were shit.
They just keep coming and coming,
Never stop.
I smashed the windows,
And broke the clocks.

So tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,

Tick.

B

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O
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The Madness WithinRide away.
Fly away.
Run away.
Run.
But I can't.
I'm stuck.
I can't
Escape.
I can't run away.
They will always catch up.
Steps.
Over and over.
Going nowhere.
I am stuck on repeat.
I'm stuck.
Stuck.
Tick.
Tick tick.
Tock.
I can't escape.
Time.
I can't outrun the clock.

Two-FaceSuch a pretty smile,
Who'd you steal it from?
Such beautiful eyes,
Who's missing them?
Such elegant cheekbones,
Whose skeleton did you copy?
Such a petite nose,
Whose was it before?

So, pare you the politician,
Or the prep?
The genius,
Or the gullible?
The skeptic,
Or the stupid?
The jock,
Or the joker?
What face are you hiding behind?
Whose eyes am I looking into?
I want to see your eyes,
YOUR smile,
YOUR face,
I don't want Two-Face.

I want you.

Pesky VoicesAm I schizophrenic?
Am I just a girl?
There's got to be,
More to me,
Then the voices,
And the world.
But I still scream,
At myself.
It's my fault,
And no one else.
I'm screaming,
And so are they.
Profanities,
Degradation,
Are things they hurl my way.
They say I want to die,
And I can't tell if they lie.
The voices are soft,
Kinder now.
I want to die,
And they'll tell me how.
It's simple.
I take the knife,
And end my life.

1Go on,
Go.
I won't be your freak show.
It's not "funny,"
It's not "cool."
I'm just a girl,
Who didn't know you were so cruel.
I made a mistake,
I'm sorry to say.
I paid for my mistake,
Very dearly today.
You took who I was,
And you tore up my heart.
I'm broken and bent,
I'm falling apart.
The roof of my home,
Has just caved in.
It looks like you did it.
I guess you win

Dear ClaireDear Claire,
I'm sick of the happiness,
And the smiles.

I'm sick of your laughter;
It's been going on for a while.

Where are the tears?
I miss the despair.

I like you depressed,
Because that's when you're Claire.

I think you should change,
Because I said so.

You're not happy,
You and I both know.

So start crying,
And slit your wrists.

Yes, yes,
That pain you've missed.

We're only here for you;
Don't you feel good now?

Yes, you do.
We can tell you how.

Just listen.
Listen, Claire.

C'mon, you can do it.
Give in to the despair.

We do it for you.
Love,
The Voices.

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And that I will be alone.
I'm scared that I'll be left behind,
And I won't have a home.
I won't make it to college,
My grades won't be good enough.
I've got too much emotional stress;
I don't need this stuff.
It's a waste of time,
And I'll leave it all behind,
The day that I skip town,
And when you want to complain to me,
I won't be around.
So stop your drama,
Stop that crap.
I promise,
Karma will get you back.
I don't want a part of it;
Don't even want to be associated with your mess.
I think that I'll just leave,
Until you decide to digress.
Stop lying,
Stop crying,
Stop complai

From My PerspectiveDear World,
Do you see what you've done?!
All of my pain and sadness,
It's your fault!!
Everything you've done wrong,
Slaps me in the face.
But behind you,
Stands your beautiful counterpart.
She is the sacrifice,
Of one life for another.
She is the love of a mother for a child.
She is holding an umbrella over a stranger,
And feeding the hungry.
She is saving an animal,
That isn't hers.
There is a yin/yang balance to the world.
We spend too much time,
Focusing on the negative.
Just remember,
Everything has beauty,
But not everyone sees it.
So look at her,
The mistress of All Evil;
For she is why bad things hap

ScarsWe all have our scars.
Shattered dreams and broken hearts.
Sometimes you see,
Sometimes you don't.
Sometimes, though,
Sometimes you won't.
You won't see,
What's so plainly there.
You won't see,
For fear of a scare.
Fear clouds you eyes,
Then you become blind.
You are blind to everything,
Except for you.
No matter what,
Selfish is everything you do.
Scars are always there,
Etched in your skin,
And the follicles of your hair.
We all have our scars.

Ring Around The RosyIt's a beautiful day.
The sun is shining,
Birds are singing.
Children laughing,
Church bells ringing.
Simul ing faces,
Greet me everywhere I go.
Everyone in this town,
Is well-loved,
As I well know.
All of a sudden,
Sirens are wailing,
And children cower.
The world goes black,
As if someone shut off the power.
I awake to the smell of gasoline.
And smoke.
I try to gasp,
But I choke.
Next I smell,
What's that?
Charred flesh?
Oh where am I at?
This is such a mess.
There is no more smiling,
Only crying.
The children scream out.
Everywhere,
They're dying.
The first flame licks my leg.
But before I can

Sailed AwayMy hope is gone,
Sinking down into sorrow.
I've lost all hope,
Of a better tomorrow.
The balls and chains,
Pull it down.
Like the corners of my lips,
In their perpetual frown.
The lies,
Oh the lies,
The terrible untruths.
All of me,
Is exhausted and used.
The pain,
The excruciating pain.
It's completely pointless,
There's no gain.
I've lost all hope,
For a better tomorrow.
I've lost all hope,
For a better day.
My happiness is gone.
It has sailed away.

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by =clarissabelle, Feb 27, 2013, 4:33:47 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

Can't whiteout my mistakes,
Can't erase them from the page.

Can't shake my past,
Try though I may.

Can t run from you,
Wish I could.

Can't make myself happy,
Know I should.

Can't smile,
Have to frown.

I can't stay up,
I have to bring myself down.

I do,
But I don't.

Is it can't,
Or is it won't?

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~lexitaylor670 Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

wow!! this is really good!! (my sis said so too!)

=clarissabelle Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank y'all XD

~lexitaylor670 Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

your welcome (from both of us)

~Adonael Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

A powerful ending line...separating from the others with its position was also quite effective.

=clarissabelle Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you

~Adonael Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

No worries

`MagicalJoey Mar 1, 2013 Writer

You bring up a very valid point. I think it always starts as a can't, but by the time it's become a habit and a natural way of thinking or doing things it sometimes becomes a won't.

=clarissabelle Mar 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, and it does. It's just a thing of wonder, the way we change and evolve.

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