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never thought I'd be like thisI never thought
I'd be like this,
with broekn smiles
and scarred up wrists.

No, I never thought
I'd be like this
back when my world
was filled with joy.

never thought
I would cry so much,
and have to remember
faded out scars.

I never thought
I would feel alone
when I was a little girl.

Back when days were simple
and cooties still existed.
When I'd smile and play,
and had such big dreams.

of reaching for the sky,
of singing on stage,
and becoming president.

but it never crossed my mind
that I'd feel pain,
and cry so much
and that my pleas would go unheard

I thought the world
was a happy place,
for me as a little girl,
and I never though

My voice?I tried to smile,
laugh through the pain,
but it's been a while,
I think I'm insane.

I can't hear my own voice.
The one that says what I want.
Now I have no choice.
You never did, it taunts.

It tells me what I should say.
It tells me who I am.
It tells me everyday.
Am I the lion or the lamb?

Am I as weak as I feel,
or as strong as I pretend?
Am I cold and hard as steel,
or just waiting for it to end?

Who am I?
Do I really want to know?
I end with a sigh.
The voice is telling me to go.

colors of your dreamsif you have no choice but to accept that this world is real, would you be able do anything to fill it with the colors of your dreams?

OvercomeOvercome

I do this...well...when it is needed.
I haven't written in so long
Yet tonight it is needed
For my emotions have been drawn
Like a fountain they pour
All that is inside of me
Silent words never spoken
The tears that are never seen

I am not sure if it will help
I am not sure of much at all
To many emotions
I wish it would stop
I want it all to go away
I wish I truly had wings
Maybe then I would be free
Maybe finding peace and serenity
Yet that is a childish thought
For the world we live in
It will always be a dream...

VI.VI.

please don't write me a love letter

about the curve of my hips

texture of my lips

or the color of my eyes.

these are things

I do not need to know

because the universe is already filled with

too many half-spoken I love you's

and lies about what

and where we hide.

I want to know about

the things that break your heart

and the doubts that take shelter between the space

of each and every vertebrae.

tell me about the thoughts that cause the air

in your lungs to go stagnant

and rise bile

in the back of your throat.

then show me the dark secrets that burrow

between the crook of your shoulder,

the ones that have the strength

Train to NowhereI'm on a train,
going nowhere,
Can't see through the rain,
I try not to care.

It's moving too fast,
but how do i slow?
Am I running from my past,
or just eager to go?

I know I should stop,
try to get a grip,
but this train is on lock,
and my sanity begins to slip.

Would it be so bad to ride,
to let this train go on?
We all know that I lied,
that I'm too far gone.

I can never be me,
no matter how I try.
Can't you see?
This has all been a lie.

So I'll sit and relax,
let the train run.
Maybe the train will crash.
Wouldn't that be fun?

10 Seconds, One Heartbeat 10 Seconds, One Heartbeat

In ten seconds everything can change. Your whole world and sense of security can be completely taken. The safety that you once felt is now gone and you have no idea what to do.

1…2…3…

I heard an explosion in the sky, and when I looked up I saw black smoke and fire escaping one of the Twin Towers. I was shocked, stunned in my place from moving, much like most of the other people in the street with me. We looked up, marveling at the scene. We didn’t know what had happened, and it didn’t register in our heads that it was bad, yet.

4…5…6&h

AwayI want to fly away,
up, in the sky.
down, back to earth.
I want
I want to go.
Away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere.
Just go,
Leave, let go, live.
I want to fly away,
somewhere I can stay.

Questions.Questions.

Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.

Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.

The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.

Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.

Even though we may feel defenseless.

The possibilities are endless.

The opportunities are relentless.

Opinions become senseless

And still we lie restless.

Attempting to solve the unsolvable

And control the uncontrollable.

To know th

This is My VoiceThis is my voice
It wasn't my choice
I never learned to... be quiet.

Graves are only boxes
I'm not dead yet, but who's counting?
The clock is
Time doesn't exist-
Clock's exist
I don't cut my wrist
I'm not pissed
But I'm sad.
I want to be a writer
But instead, I'm bitter
Down comes the rain,
pitter patter pitter
Against the window pane

I don't really know how to rhyme
But if I had a dime
For every time
I crumpled up a piece of paper,
I'd be rich.
But I'd have to give it all back for wasting trees.
You can't win against society
They don't get that people come in variety
Causing people anxiety over their body
And the way they look.
They bring out the book
I say, "What book?"
They say, "The bible."
Is it really that reliable?
Christians are undeniable
But

Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a lie
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?

If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?

If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?

If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?

LostLost.
I am lost.
Falling.
Falling.
F
A
L
L
I
N
G.
I have no direction.
I'm falling into a universe,
An alternate reality.
I am trapped.
Twisting, turning,
Pushing, pulling,
Stop, go.
Endless cycles,
That never stop.
Inside those cycles,
I am
Lost.

TortureMy mind tortures me
Every day
Every hour
Every minute
With thoughts like distant voices
Telling me what to do
What to say
Regardless of what will happen

I try to silence them
But they keep coming back
Every day
Every hour
Every minute
Make them go away
Let me be free
To live my own way

Shattered FacesLook at all the happy people
Walking around without a care
But what is under the masks
Are they like me underneath
Tormented by their own minds
Searching for solutions
To problems that can’t be solved
Wishing they could change the past
That weighs so heavily on their memories
That they sink into the abyss of despair
Do they have dark fantasies
Of blood covered walls
And life disappearing
From their own eyes
Forever
What will I find
When their masks shatter into pieces
Are their souls just as broken

DepressionThe thoughts have become unsettling,
like drowning in a sea of darkness,
but you can see everyone else breathing.

The day it took over,
I blindly signed my name.
A promise to the inner nightmares,
to be trapped in fear for years.

A smile will hide a lot from the world,
Everything is fine,
What was once the truth now becomes a lie.

The screams now silent,
unheard by most.
As they continue to see the world as they would like,
when I see the reality.

These feeling are very real,
Though they believe it's only a phase.
trying to recover,
counting the days.

Battling the nightmares,
no hope left in sight.
this mysterious pain,
goes unexplained.

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Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Visual & Found Poetry

I wrote this poem to prove a point about people. Why is it when people die by suicide, that's when they mention all the good about you? They say how you made a difference in this world and that no one can replace you...if you said it a little sooner, you probably could have saved someone's life. So don't wait to tell someone they're important

and for those that have people who care, that's great! You are lucky

This poem goes out to those that don't have anyone...

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~SunShiny-Sunflower Feb 7, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

thumbs up xdd I've been wondering why people never tell nice things to each other until it's too late too. ._.

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~missEyez Feb 10, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thanks!

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~SunShiny-Sunflower Feb 11, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

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~mlphipps1991 Jan 21, 2013 Student Writer

Powerful. I like the structure and flow along with the overall meaning.

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~missEyez Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thanks so much hun

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~ForgottenSoldierPAL Jan 19, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

My grandmother started this thing where at every birthday party, everyone goes around saying what they love about the birthday person.
She says its better to tell them now rather than tell them when they're in the ground.

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~missEyez Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

omg, that is something to live by. You're grandmother is awesome for that!

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~ForgottenSoldierPAL Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

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*RavensHiddenSoul Jan 19, 2013

Such a beautiful message, and so true it hurts. </3 My heart goes out to all those that this poem gives voice to, and those who are guilty because they didn't realize soon enough how great a difference their words can really make.

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~missEyez Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Amen to that

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