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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.

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

Tinkerbell's PleaPretty fairy,
Flits from tree to tree.
Pretty fairy,
Can't see me.
Pretty fairy,
Shine your light.
Little fairy,
You are so bright.
I think I'll take you,
And put you in a jar.
Hide you away,
So very far.
No one else,
Will ever see,
The light you shine,
Only for me.
I'll conceal the beauty,
I have seen.
It will be as if,
You had never been.
Little fairy,
Can't you see?
I am
Humanity.

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.

Coming Apart at the SeamsAgain my arms have paid the price,
For the pathetic thing,
I call my life.
Cuts up and down,
Decorating my arm,
Keeping me safe,
From emotional harm.
Guarding my soul,
All through the night.
Showing that there is darkness,
Even in light.
So no matter how much I try,
To just go past,
The scars on my arms will always last.
They'll line up,
With the ones in my heart,
Until the day,
I finally fall apart.

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
M

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.

The Abdication of the ThroneCalling my name,
Screaming for me to run towards you.
But I can't,
I won't,
What should I do?

I want to run,
But is it right?
Should I stay?
Should I fight?

All my dreams,
My childish fears,
They live in my mind,
And escape through my tears.

I can't hold on,
I just want to fall.
I want run,
And escape over the wall.

I'm gonna let go;
I'm gonna fall down.
I have lost hope,
And deserted my crown.

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.

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.

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.

Locked in Eternal StruggleHow I look on the outside,
Does not match the in.
What are the differences?
I don't know where to begin.
My ivory flesh,
Disguises my insides of tar.
Clear green eyes hide the darkness,
Observed in me thus far.
Crying for a change,
Demanding she see the world,
Lingering inside me,
There is another girl.
Untouched by all my worries,
Free from all my pain,
That girl screams inside me.
Desperate to see the day,
Like a maze in my soul,
She's trying to get out.
She will reach the surface,
Of that I have no doubt.
I can hear the bitch screaming,
She's so fucking loud.
I guess I was wrong.
My depression won't let her out.

Can'tCan'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?

Dear Marie"I'm your mother."
No, you're not.
"I spit you into this world, and I can take you out."
Yeah, if you wanna be charged with murder.
"I don't care if there's motor oil on it, eat the damn pizza!"
Your DOG wouldn't eat this, bitch.
"Go to bed, Claire!"
Yeah, because slapping me half-way across the room makes me SO tired.

Listen bitch.
It takes more than birth,
To make a mother.
It's like a one night stand,
With a lover.
It's a great paradox,
That you apologize now.
When I finally found a mom,
Who loves me somehow.
Don't say "sorry,"
Because it will change nothing.
Don't say "I love you,"
As if it means something.
Don't say "I care,"

Halloween HouseThere's a girl in the basement,
Screaming our her lungs.
A body hangs above her,
The body of her love.
A man hangs from a ceiling fan,
A rope around his neck.
He left his daughter abandoned;
She has nothing left.

Hold me in your arms,
And we can scream together.
The same way we will die.
We'll haunt this house forever.

Just let go.
It's okay,
I know.
Don't fight,
Go to sleep;
You'll dream tonite.
Don't ever wake up.
If you wake up,
Your dreams it will douse.
You'll sleep forever,
In this Halloween House.

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My BladeSometimes I just sit at home,
And listen to my favorite song.
And sitting there with the radio on,
I ponder death.
I ponder life.
I ponder why I need my knife.
Is it because I'm weak?
Insufficient?
Meek?
Why can't I put it down?
Why can't I smile?
Why do I frown?
It's okay,
That's enough for today.
I have the tissues,
And the Band-Aid.
It's okay,
Because now I have my blade.

FlyWhat is a "life?"
If it has no meaning?
Can I truly live
While I'm still grieving?
Is the weight of the world
Going to crush me?
I have no future,
As far as I can see.
I let her fall.
Now I never speak her name.
I let her fall.
Is it time for me to do the same?

To My Dearest (Not) FamilyThey told me that I was nothing.
But I have proved them wrong.
So the next they come knocking,
All I'll tell them is, "Go on."
I rose from the ashes,
Like a a Phoenix from the flames.
I rose above them all,
And put the rest of my family to shame.
They can beg me for help,
But it to them I'll never give.
They don't deserve my love,
They don't even deserve to live.
Those pathetic fools,
Thinking they could trust me.
Well now you see what it gets them.
They are in the street,
Hungry.
My family put me down,
They told me I was nothing.
But I have proved them wrong.
So next time they come knocking,
To them I'll sing

The Cost of VictoryYou are cruel,
Mean and sly.
You do your best to make me cry.
But I will not break.
I will not bow.
Do what you will,
But I won't back down.
My spirit is strong,
Much stronger than yours.
I've protected myself from you.
I've shut all my windows,
And locked all my doors.
I can't keep you away,
But I can try.
Every day,
And every lie,
Is another day,
That I haven't died.
You haven't won,
And I haven't lost.
And when this is over,
What will victory cost?

Death Is MineOften to Death my thoughts drift.
Death my spirit can upward lift.
I've been clean
For so long.
In Death's arms,
I belong.
Death's arms wrap around me tight,
And promise me a new night.
Death tells a story
That only I can hear.
Death whispers softly to me,
And desolves all my fears.
To his arms I decline,
Death is here,
Death is mine.
Now I'm gone,
I wasted all my time.
Now Death is here,
And now, Death is mine.

My Delayed DepartureI am not alone.
I am not sad.
I am not scared.
I am just mad.
Depression has no place here.
Down in this place of rage.
I pour out all my feelings,
With a pen on a page.
With ink as red as blood,
What I feel comes out in a torrid flood.
A spot is smudged,
By a fallen tear.
Not for fear,
But for frustration.
I don't know how
To release my agitation.
I broke my knife,
As well as my heart,
When from this life,
I tried to depart.
I am broken,
But held together by pain.
Strings of insanity and madness
Have bound me together again.

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Tragic Valentine

by =clarissabelle, Feb 11, 2013, 4:02:18 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

When 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.

Tragic Valentineby =clarissabelle

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

Prompt: tragic valentine. Yes, it was an original idea. Sorry

. I figured that this was a semi-original way of celebrating Valentine's day. Don't be afraid to leave comments or a critique

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~NorwegianAnime Apr 3, 2013

I always cry when i read this. But still it makes me think about how lucky I am who have all of my family members

`MagicalJoey Feb 12, 2013 Writer

Interesting concept - leaves one wondering why it's tragic.

=clarissabelle Feb 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Six feet under? The narrator is in love with a person who died.

`MagicalJoey Feb 12, 2013 Writer

I know, but you never mention how he died. So there is mystery in the tragic part.

=clarissabelle Feb 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I thought "six feet of dirt" was alluding to it. Is it good or bad? I know a couple people have said they like a little more mystery and grandeur in the poems they read.

`MagicalJoey Feb 13, 2013 Writer

It's neither good nor bad. I got that the person was dead, but my mind immediately wanted to know 'why'. That just means it's a good poem because you've made your reader think.

=clarissabelle Feb 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Oh,

. Thank you.

~MizukiChan00 Feb 12, 2013 Hobbyist Artist

just beautiful.....

=clarissabelle Feb 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you.

~MizukiChan00 Feb 12, 2013 Hobbyist Artist

you are welcome!~

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