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An Everlasting FriendA little pressure,
With blade in hand.
It's the only way,
I can survive in this land.
I can't survive,
On my own.
Without my blade,
I'm so alone.
My sanity,
Is slipping away.
My only savior,
Is the end of my days.
As my soul
Slips through the cracks,
I let go,
And take a step back.
When I smile,
I am lying.
Because inside,
I am dying.
The only touch,
That can be real,
Is the cold, cruel kiss,
Of the blackest steel.
With that in mind,
I digress to shade,
And proceed to pull out,
My beautiful blade.

WarIt's not about living.
It's about dying.
It's not about laughing,
It's about crying.
It's about loss,
And pain.
It's about greed,
And personal gain.
It's about yelling,
And slamming the door.
It is what it is,
And this is war.

It's My LifeLeave me alone.
I get inspiration from my depression.
I find bravery,
In my regression.
The cuts on my wrist,
Are a pattern of inspriration.
But others say,
They're an aberration.
Don't try to fix me.
This is who I am.
This is my life.
To change it,
I'll be damned.
I refuse to be changed.
So good luck trying.
On the surface, I look happy,
But inside I am dying.
Give it a rest,
And let it be.
You should give up.
You can't fix me.

My FearsI'm scared that I will fail.
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

Redemption of a Fallen AngelI am not free.
My wings are gone.
I cannot fly.
All I can do,
Is wait here to die,
I walk in this land of mortals,
I see pain, hatred, and fear.
I see bloodshed, and betrayal,
And fallen tears.
They fall,
Like me,
Gravity pulls them down.
And they fall atop the grass,
Like a halo,
Or a crown.
God has cast me out,
I am a mere mortal girl.
I am alone,
A foreigner to this world.
A lonely fallen angel,
But I can still please God.
I can please the Father,
The One Who Was,
And Is,
And Forever Shall Be.
I will earn back God's favour.
I can be worthy.

Free of YouI can't trust the ones around me.
I can't let them see the real me.
They think under my depression,
And sadness,
And scars,
And madness,
That there is a truly happy girl,
Waiting to escape.
She will never emerge,
No matter how long they wait.
Because she simply isn't there.
Under all the layers,
Of my different personalities,
All there is,
Is simply little ol' me.
I'm not spectacular,
I don't not have a big heart.
If you take away the strings if me,
I will fall apart.
The threads if love,
Few those they may be,
Are the only things that hold together,
My fragile sanity.
Love for my poetry,
Photography,
And my

For YouI am not a robot.
I promise I have a soul.
I promise I have a heart,
But my heart is not whole.
There's thirteen years of damage,
And confusion on my plate.
I consider it lucky,
If I can get my head on straight.
But if I could start all over,
That's something I'd never do.
You want to ask why, my dear?
Well, of course, because of you.
You taught me what it meant,
To feel like I'm home.
You taught me what it meant,
To not have to be alone.
You taught me what it meant,
To trust someone and fall.
You taught me what it meant,
To stray from protocol.
But you left me here,
Covered in tears,
Mingled with blood and sw

something's gone but i'm too tired to look for it.fluidity.
that's all it is.
where some people
let their words be
smooth, i halt mine
with awkward breath
marks and unnecessary
punctuation. i lack
fluidity.
to be eloquent
and to be well read
are two completely
different things.
i am not pedantic.
i just like words
and use them even
if they don't fit.
because i don't have
fluidity.
i'm choppy, brittle,
snappy words like
bubble wrap, quick
and crunchy like
chopsticks on a
keyboard, i can't
use proper metaphors,
for that would
defeat the purpose
of my piece. why
would i change
relatability when
i can easily lose
fluidity?
i don't care how
the words get out
just as long as
they spit out
even

Broken Wings / To Fly.I want to see,
the world and beyond,
but something shackles,
me to the ground.

My wings are broken,
I can't fly away,
it won't heal,
without hope.

Something festers,
in my soul,
this hate I have,
I need a cure.

I want be free,
I will break free,
from this cage I'm in,
stuck underground.

Fire burns alight,
in the dark night,
keeps the shadows,
away from myself.

-------

Now these broken wings,
are healed and full,
I'll take the first step,
to rise toward the heavens.

I'm free from the ground,
and to the skies I fly,
this freedom I sought,
it feels like nothing I ever felt before.

It feels so good,
to take flight,
through-out the clouds,

Not Strong Enough...I'm not strong enough to stay away.
Can't run from you
I just run back to you.
Like a moth I'm drawn in to your flame,
Say my name, but it's not the same.
You look in my eyes, I'm stripped of my pride.
And my soul surrenders, and you bring my heart to it's knees.

And it's killin' me when you're away, I wanna leave and I wanna stay.
And I'm so confused, So hard to choose.
Between the pleasure and the pain.
And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right.
Even if I try to win the fight, my heart would overrule my mind.
And I'm not strong enough to stay away

I'm not strong enough to stay away
What can I do
I would die without you
In your presence

The Story We KnowRun, Dorothy, run,
Like you've never run before.
Hurry,
Don't wait!!
Oz will shut the door!

Tin Man needs a heart;
Cowardly Lion needs some courage.
Scarecrow needs some brains,
Oz needs your words.

Dorothy,
With those red slippers,
The Wicked Witch will chase now.
You angered her,
Ruined her,
Crushed her sister with your house.

Glenda,
The Good Witch,
Can only protect you for so long.
See?
See now?
She's gone.

Tim Man has heart,
Cowardly Lion crus on the floor,
Scarecrow is just straw.
Why'd you let Oz shut the door?

constant longing, forever past.minutes turned into
hours turned into
days turned into
weeks turned into
months without you.
i didn't think that
i could do it. really.
i thought it would
be over, disappeared.
i thought i would be
decimated, and i
started out that way.
but now i must heal
the wounds that i
faced every time i
saw yours, you're so
beautiful on the
outside but on the
inside, you're a
monster, never rest.
you look at me like
what we had never
existed, and quite
frankly, i'm okay
with just that. i'd
rather you view me
with indifference
instead of hatred.
all this time has
gone by so quickly,
do you remember all
those good times that
we made together?
nostalgia e

untitled.going through the motions,
often frightened, never fearful,
only teardrops stain my pillow as
days slowly turn to nights.
breathe into me quietly,
you always knew the best of me.
even as i perished, you were there.

flee the one you deemed a friend,
open up yourself to grief,
realizing your sweet relief will
evolve as time trudges by.
vast fields of vengeance flood my
emotions, cut stronger than any
real knife to any real flesh.

leaving will be the hardest part.
orange sunsets fade to black dusk.
very true are the things i feel,
even if you called them falsities.

several ways to severely sever yourselves.i've watched so many people fade away.
it wasn't that i wanted to, i just felt so
obligated to view their personal manifesto of
melancholy because i wasn't obsessed enough
with mine to call it a disease just quite yet.
each moment is like another grain of sand
slipping to the other side of the hourglass,
a millisecond i will never get back, something
only achievable in my dreams, not any reality.
my mishaps are like ecstasy. every time that i
feel sadness pulsing through my translucent
fleshy coat, veins the deepest blue that only
the most wan of individuals can relate to, i
see only that rush of anxiety that can get
that blood pumping faste

the apology poem that shouldn't have to exist.oh, the wretch and ruin.
watch me as i burn
away these faces of
emotion with the drip
of my own saline tears.
i have nothing to be
ashamed of, for your
lies greatly surpass
my recollections.
immaturity, hiding
shadows, months upon
months wasted, sorrow
drowning me, doubtfully,
life without a crutch.
you are not worth my
sadness but you have
denied me the right to
move on when you violated
the trust we established
and validated why i
have dealt with depression.
scum like you shouldn't
have to dictate my life,
but i let you. and that's
not okay anymore. so
here's my last hurrah
to you, i know you'll
never read this because
you refuse to se

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Closer it GodSoft sand,
And a a salty ocean.
My rifle in hand,
I keep in motion.
The gulls scream,
But I don't care.
The wind is tearing,
Through my hair.
The music in the background,
Fades to a soft melody.
In this magical moment,
I feel you here with me,
Guiding my footsteps,
Showing me what I should see.
I wish I could feel how I feel right now,
Every single day.
People say,
That I don't pray,
But I think this is better.
I know may sound crazy,
I know it may seem odd,
But in this magical moment,
I truly feel closer to God.

Zero.10.

I take a deep breath.
Is this really what I want?

9.

Of course it is.
Why am I even questioning it?

8.

"Because you're a coward,"
That cruel voice whispers,
"And you're looking for a way out."

7.

"No," my voice replies.
My voice is stronger.
I will be heard.

6.

I shift my grip on the knife,
And sink deeper into my sheets.

5.

My heart rate jumps;
My breathing accelerates.

4.

The world shifts in and out of focus,
As my senses are heightened,
By the adrenaline racing through my veins,
Knowing my end is near.

3.

I think back.
Is my will in order?
Have I written all the letters?

2.

My eyes flick open,
And I plunge the bl

Tick Tock DearieTick tock,
Tick tock,
Goes the clock on the wall.

Tick tock,
Tick tock,
Urging me to fall.

Tick tock,
Tick tock,
It says it's my time to die.

Tick tock,
Tick tock,
Hello Suicide.

Insane AsylumThe reflection,
The one whose scarred,
Marred,
And unperfect?
Yeah,
That's me.
I never thought I'd be like this.
You know,
Shattered mind,
Cut wrists.
The white walls surround me,
And they need a splash if red.
I splatter the walls,
With my life's blood,
Wishing I was dead.
But before I slip away,
The attendants come for me.
They can't let me die,
It comes out of their paycheck, you see.
So they'll bandage me up,
And walk me to my cell.
Damn it all,
This is fucking Hell.
They wrap me in a jacket,
So tight my arms get numb.
But I guess this is another day,
In my insane asylum.

TryPurposefully hiding firm the world,
A beautiful girl lurks within,
Never know if she can emerge.
Doubting the world,
Outside.
Reality is harsh,
And she cannot escape.
Making her own,
Is a wish that
Cannot be fulfilled.
Hoping,
And dreaming of a better day,
Even though tomorrow,
Looks so far away.
Is it possible?
Should she even
Try?

RoseScarletRiveting,
Or,
Special, am I.
Ever do I think,
"Save them all.
Care for the sick,
And wounded."
Rose,
Let your kindness and love,
Ever guide you,
To happiness.

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From My Perspective

by =clarissabelle, Jan 14, 2013, 6:13:39 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Dear 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 happen.
She is the knowledge and comfort,
That always remains.
So look at her beauty,
And relish it.
Relish what she is,
For she is what you can be.

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*SereneCyrene Jan 16, 2013 Student General Artist

I like this poem a lot!

=clarissabelle Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

*jellybeansEVERYWHERE Jan 14, 2013

:')
(Translation: I really want to praise you for this amazing poem but no words will come out)

=clarissabelle Jan 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Aww, thank you. I like this one too. I was reflecting on my poems and I was thinking, "wow, I'm depressing." And so this was borne out of my reflections!!! Voileu!!

*jellybeansEVERYWHERE Jan 15, 2013

What a great inspiration for a poem :')

(Voileu? Did you mean voilà perhaps?)

=clarissabelle Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

........shut up.

*jellybeansEVERYWHERE Jan 15, 2013

You mean with viola right?
I've been teaching myself French, it's okay XD

=clarissabelle Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Violas? When did violas appear int the conversation?

=clarissabelle Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Viola? When did violas appear in the combo?

*jellybeansEVERYWHERE Jan 15, 2013

I just...
What's voileux?

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