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persona unica¿¿ única??
¿una persona única?
uhm es interesante aquella palabra,
la cual dice muchas cosas,
¿porque digo interesante?
pues lastimosamente esta
palabra es muy poco común,
en esta sociedad de hipocresía, falsedad y superficialidad.

la persona que se atreva a ser única, aquella persona, es muy valiente
¿porque?,pues,no se como decirlo,en pocas palabras.

una persona única es aquella que
tiene un diferente pensamiento que los demás, aquella persona
puedes ser mejor que los demás.

todos alguna vez fuimos únicos, pero la triste realidad es que
gracias a que todos, estoy diciendo todos, alguna vez tuvimos el deseo
de que esta sociedad nos aceptara

Strainbreaking face
rolling around with misery
listening voices
tears bleed
flowing hearts
blocked dreams
locked screams
what is seems
who believes
count the weeks
lonely
songs brings
heartless things
thoughtless mean
Crying me
Focus please
Catch means
Death
Swallowing breath
Shallow help
look in the well
Zero tale
Zero tell
Burning hell
Fail
Abandon shell
All of us are here

Snow Queen

She's not reacting to anyone's love,
She always stays cold,
She loves to be in snow,
And no one knows what she's capable of,
She's always alone,
She's a master of her snow world.

She's called Snow Queen,
She's always so mean,
Happiness makes her sick,
It makes her weak,
But the Queen holds on,
With the power of snow.

The Queen rules the Kingdom,
She knows the meaning of freedom,
A lot of people tried to change her,
But they became frozen,
She wants to stay away,
She don't want anyone to get in her way.

It's War!It's War!

It's war, when the father gets up in his holidays by 5 clock.
When he enters his service for the family like everyone else.
When he just attacks the pool-landscape of the Normadie.
When he raised his flag to mark his capture area.
He and 500 others.

It's war, when she attacks the discounts.
When she search for the armed conflict between her girlfriends.
When she capture ressources, she didn't need.
When she also brings scarped knees with her new summer skirt home.
She and 500 others.

It's war, when the whole humans loose their heads.
We and

Ta osobaTo osoba kochana
i powszechnie szanowana.
Wiek jej... Się nie liczy.
Serce ma jakby wyrwane z Zawiszy.
Nigdy Cię nie zawiedzie, ale doradzi.
Niebawem jej święto, więc prezencik mamy.
To ten skromny wierszyk i kilka drobiazgów.
Bo Twe serce jest pełne drobiazgów, Mamo. c:

Esas madrugadas llenas de pensEsas madrugadas llenas de pensamientos rodeando mi cabeza como enredaderas unidas unas con otras, donde pienso real y no emocional, donde tu me cegaste y me tiraste a mi suerte, donde ahora me levanto solo, donde ahora tu te encuentras en el cielo, pero pronto caerás, recuerda las nubes no son de hierro.

Hey guys...You want to know a secret?hey...when people ask hows it going? or whats up? or how ya been? do they actually care how you've been?

I don't think even 50% of them care.

they have their own problems. As do I. However, I'm part of the fifty percent that would rather listen to other peoples issues instead of mine. Instead of doing homework or listen to teachers in school or do something people "Believe" is important to graduate high school. I would rather help someone. Do something more important.

Honestly... I think high school is a waste of time. Why can't high school be classes that would actually teach you what you "need" to know? cause honestly if I want to become

.:Vent-Drown:.I feel like I can't breathe,
Making me become a monster I can't see.
Down I continue to sink,
Really feeling useless dying the water in my tears of ink,
Overly emotional,
Well I've lost my sanity, I've lost it all;
Never will I be able to swim back up,
I can't see the sun,
Never will I get to see it anymore, because I'm....
Gone

1Tienes el mismo repertorio y las mismas actitudes para cada persona que se topa en tu camino?, sera acaso el mismo inesperado final para cada amorío estúpido?

Juegas con fuego,
deja de tocar las puertas del infierno,
algún día abrirán, y seras devorada por tu misma boca.

Horario muertoEsas manecillas de reloj que tornan lentas en tus horas de agonía, como una tortura para tu cráneo, yo no entiendo.

Tienes todo no eres feliz,

tienes poco no eres feliz.

Entonces escarbe dentro de mi, y encontré algo llamado;
"detalles".

Sean efímeros, sean perpetuos..

They destroyed the moonThey destroyed the moon

The moon used to be my Novocaine.
It brought the tide to cover up my pain.
I'd wait for it to come.
When the tide came I was numb,
It'd wash over me,
And I'd feel free,
But in reality,
The pain was still inside of me.
It was never gone, just hidden from view,
Like cosmetics to a bruise, hiding the black and blue,
The truth is that my tide,
Was a place for me to hide,
The pain was still there every day,
I've never actually been okay,
And now I wait again for the tide to come,
For my chance to be completely numb.
But the moon is destroyed,
My membership is void,
I'm exposed,
There's nowhere to repose,
The tide is gone.

No se como pueden damas desperNo se como pueden damas desperdiciar a un hombre que viste de galas, escribe en sus días adversos pero hace el amor como si no hubiera universo.

StrangledThe loneliness strangles me
It chokes me tightly
Slowly gasping for air
Painfully dying

I start to lose conscience
I fall into the ground
Crawling to a corner
To die alone

No one to help me
Im all alone
I take one last breath
To expire on the ground

Possibly Not.I lied to you, or Possibly Not
I really missed you so
I let myself become afraid -
Afraid you might let go

I've thought of you so many times
You've crept into my dreams
My eyes were lit, a little bit
When your name showed on my screen

You've talked me into things before
Awakened my "logical" thoughts
Convinced me like no one ever could
Not a word you've said, I forgot

You made your way into my life
A good friend from the very start
I can't believe you still remain
Tied securely to my heart

Is Tomorrow, Today?Is Tomorrow, Today?

Sometimes I wonder whether I am moving forward,
Or maybe I was where I was in the beginning.
I do stupid stuff and look it afterwards,
Realising I had made this mistake before.
I receive comments willing me onwards,
I ignore them politely. As I know how this ends.

Braving it out,
Keeping it in.
Twisting thoughts in my head,
Holding me in sin.
I toss in my bed,
Trying to keep the monsters away,
not sleeping a wink with this weighing me down as if I was lead.

I do not accept change,
forgiveness,
Sympathy.
All I want to know is if Tomorrow will be another today.

~AkasunaDanna

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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

Glistening, Gleaming, Seeing, BelievingI am nothing.
I am in the background
Of a cruel world.
You do not see me.
Your eyes are drawn
To that which is beautiful.
I am not.
Your ears are drawn to stories of success.
My story
Is not.
You yourself are drawn
To attractiveness.
I am blank.
I have no face.
I am a cartoon.
I am alone,
And hidden from the world.
In a corner,
I lie still.
You do not know me.
You will never know me.
Because I do not sparkle.
I do not glisten or gleam.
But that which does,
Is not all
That it seems.

RapunzelI'm a questioning everything.
Who I am,
What I've done.
I don't know where I'm from.
I don't know my own identity.
The bloods that runs in my veins
Is a mystery.
I'm in love with a thief,
And now my mother is gone.
And I'm wracked with grief,
But I'm a princess,
So I'll move on.
I'm a princess,
So I'll be strong.
My mother is gone,
But it won't sink in,
It's my fault,
I had to win.
I will persevere.
I'm a princess,
So I cannot have fear.
I will persevere.
I am a princess.
So I must not shed a tear.

UntitledSometimes I sit down,
And I think to myself.
All the time I wonder,
If I could be someone else.
Could I cut my hair,
And be someone new?
Could I change my clothes,
And change my view?
What can I do to change?
I don't want to be me!
What about that don't you see?
It's a lot of strife,
This painful life.
It's pain,
Without love.
This world is devoid,
Of everything I dream of.
I can't escape,
This thing called life.
There's no way out,
I'm out of time.
I can't escape,
This thing called life.
This world is devoid of what I need.
And soon this world,
Will be devoid of
Me.

The New YearI am flying.
I am living.
I am smiling.
I am forgiving.
I am soaring.
My heart is healed.
Finally,
Now I can feel.
I love everyone,
And myself.
I love sneaking,
And I love stealth.
But I'm not hiding.
I am glowing.
As for my heart,
To everyone it I am showing.
I am here,
Not cowering in fear,
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And it's a new year.

Who I AmI am red.
The color of blood,
And passion.
I am green,
The color of earth,
And envy.
I am yellow,
The color of sunshine,
And anxiety.
I am blue,
The color of the sky,
And calm.
I am black,
The color of Death,
And all in her grasp.
I am all of these things,
And I am nothing.
I am a person,
Even though you pretend not to know it.
I have a heart,
Although I don't show it.
I am the colors of the rainbow,
And all of them in between.
I am a miracle in disguise,
Although that isn't what I seem.
I am a person,
Even though you pretend not to know it.
I am the sun, the sky, the moon,
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by =clarissabelle, Jan 7, 2013, 7:40:53 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

For all of your love,
And all of your smiles,
You still are sad.
For all of our secrets,
And inside jokes,
You still don't trust me.
For all of those who love you,
And the amazingness you are,
You still aren't happy.
So would one day,
Just one,
Be so much to ask?
For you to be happy,
And just relax?
Stop being tense,
And just loosen up.
Drain your drink,
Then refill the cup.
Fall into my arms,
Happy and content,
Just let go of your sadness.
Let it relent.
You aren't alone,
I promise you.
Whatever it is,
I can help you through.
So at the end of the day,
When you lie in bed,
And thoughts like suicide
Run through your head,
Just remember you aren't alone.
You aren't alone,
I promise you
Whatever it is,
I can help you through.
So at the end of the day,
When the tears start to fall,
You're SBFFLFE, (me)
Is always on call.

SBFFLFEby =clarissabelle

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If you read this, you know who I am. I doubt you ever will. But you not trusting me enough to let me read your book of poems, or tell me you wanted to start a novel, or even tell me your dA name, it hurts. I can't express the pain I feel at losing your friendship. It's so easy to look at you during the day and convince myself that you're fine and nothing is wrong. But you're not fine. And something is wrong. And I want to know what it is. I WANT TO HELP YOU!! IM SCREAMING IT AND YOU WINT LISTEN!!!! You can't put your fingers in your ears anymore. I won't let you. If you won't let me help you, then I can NOT stay. I refuse to be taken advantage of and abused like this. I'm sick of it. I'm becoming less and less of a main feature and fading into the background. My glorious bright green has been dulled by you, just like my jacket. I had to wash it twice. Is that what this friendship will come to?

~lostmyslef Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It's me. I'm so sorry. When you see this, call me, and I'll explain everything.

=clarissabelle Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I'll talk to you tomorrow. Unless you're still online that is.

~lostmyslef Jan 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

am now, sorry, my laptop locks me out at 11 remember?

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Actually, I didn't know that.

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