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Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
Maybe.
But at least it makes me
Me.

FrostbiteNumbness
I can’t feel my toes and at first I think
It’s just my toes.
I can cover them up.
I can warm them.

It spreads, like fire,
Like ice.
I glance away for a second, it seems, and my feet are cold
Pat –pat
That’s funny, I didn’t feel that
Maybe I’ll cover them up too
I’ll warm them up.

I’ll take a nap
Maybe a short rest will make it all better, warm them
Up…
What’s that? How long has it been?
My legs… are you still mine..
Why has my breath left me, short?
Has everything but deserted me?

What about you, are you still here?
Are you still with me?
Hello?
And before I can say goodbye, I think my thoughts are leaving me too –

Sleeping Beautyshe’s in love with a character who
never existed but in the labyrinth of her head:
a patchwork composition of beautiful, lengthy words
she’d heard in her catatonic state; coma living
day in and day out, reliant on the salvation
of a man made of foreign wishing
and imperfection and necessity – an ignorance
of the less than ideal perception of self she’d
come to fear, absention stained romantic to the point
where daydreams were a standard for survival

(real living is for the purposeful of heart,
he loves her in her sleep)

UneditedWe cry.
We scream.
We fight for our dream.

We scream.
We cry.
We're just waiting to die.

The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.

The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.

So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?

Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?

Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.

Wouldn't surprise.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"

Happily AloneHonesty,
She does not have,
Personalities,
She has many of them.

A million shields,
a million personalities,
She's always changing,
to fit every person around her.

If one were to ask why,
she would answer with,
I will never reveal my weaknesses,
because she's evil.

She hates everyone,
stupider than her is barely tolerable,
smarter than her is too scary,
She hates it all.

She leaves the world behind,
To one she has dreamt of,
No color,
nobody else.

Then,
she will smile,
why,
because she is truly happy alone.

She is not evil,
She does not hate you,
She is not dishonest,
She simply wants to be alone.

We are the King and Queen of Broken DreamsStanding still in a mine field, staring at all we have left.
We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.
Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.
If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do.

It was a whirl wind romance,
A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.
You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.
I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to.

We built a house without foundations
And now we’re falling down,
Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.
People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,
That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see.

There was no fire to start with,
Just two broken things, the world had left behind.
The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,
Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.
We never stood a chance or so

lifelinesI fear the sound of sparrows
and the density of leaves
against dew-muffled blades
of grass,

and I'm drowning
in the sky.

My skin has learned how
to peel itself off
without causing a commotion
in my marrows or
even show the slightest hint
of pain,
and my heart has learned how
to hush the stars in their wake
and keep it all a secret.

There's a sea in my mouth
and I can't swim.

There are lifelines
cast like these and it will
all end with the same tragedy.

of seafoam thronesFrom Atlas’ hands she wept to me,
atop Africas and South Atlantics;

this is one situation unaffected by
ember eyes and windy lashes
(it has no anatomy).

You are sparrows stranded
in tiny crevices and cliffside love,
though you rebuke flight
in the fear of chipping feathers.

So what do you do?

You reach for my soul,
coveting flight with shaking
dainty arms…

and perhaps I’ll let you:
With flytrap lips and
glass shaped hips…
you are unfit for anything but
sight.

(But beauty isn’t everything)

Falling off the EdgeDo you know what it feels like?
To nearly fall off the edge,
but not quite...
just so that you're dangling;
clinging for your worthless life
lest it fall into the sea of loneliness.
Your callused, pink fingers turning
to a shade of purplish-red of pain
as it does it best to hold on.

Splash.

In the sea of loneliness,
everything is crisp, translucent.
There is nothing around you,
you are alone...
unlike other people,
you have no one
clamouring to save you;
you have no one
diving in to get you out.

There is no point
screaming for help,
you will only waste
the little time and air you have left.
You only have the darkness
of the sea envelop

wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,
swollen around the words she never said;
dark rings around her eyes
like planets unremembered, and
a staleness to her touch,
the crystalline Dead Sea.

she's living like a story
that's already been told
"if no one loved you
would you mean anything at all?"

in that moment,
we forget to exist.

PerfectEver had the feeling where you can't stop looking at a picture?
Your gorgeous face makes me smile
Go weak at the knees
Makes me giggle like a little girl

Those morning texts
All day conversations
Random silly things like that
Make me smile

I see the led light flash the colours I've set for when I get a message from you
My heart flutters
My cheeks flush
I go deaf to the world when I'm reading a message from you

If your down
I'm always there for you
I know you don't want to worry me
I know you want me to smile
But I'm always here for you
No matter how you feel
I'd prefer to help
Than for you to be down

Your gorgeous eyes
Are mesmerising
You

weight of the worldand suddenly--
it was like the world decided that
it didn't want to carry its burden any longer,
so it shifted the weight
into the hollows of my bones
and told me that
it was my problem now.

Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,
but what can you say?
Nothing can help her.
The pain won't go away.

But she would've stopped,
you could've said no.
That's what she wanted,
someone to say don't go.

That someone wanted her,
or at least would try.
That someone would grieve
if she were to die.

But you just stared,
nodding your head,
and she realized the truth
with a feeling of dread.

No one wanted her.
No one cared.
Not even you,
with the the love you shared.

So she said good-bye,
and you watched her leave.
She may have had the rope,
but now you can't breathe.

Honesty Written

from the

heart.

No eraser.

A Charmed LifeDoll-faced men and sinkholes, ancient tombstones
Leaves piled ankle-deep, falling down
Old wells, old graves, old friends lost
Pirate adventures in Neverland
Don't go into that barn

Ponchoboy and Rangergirl rise from the ashes
From the cold river, from afar
Remember before they were born, how they
Held hands and jumped into the world
Don't go into that school

Ladybugs, pennies, notes from the dead sun eclipse
Scrape the inside of your skull for clues
All the old dreams are still there, petrified
You are a rock of ages gibbering
Don't go into that factory

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Curse of the Witch, Chapter 2 After we had the ship secured to the dock, the captain told us we were to go out and enjoy ourselves, but return to the ship in one piece at dusk. I paired up with Linda, and together we went off to explore.

The shops that lined the streets were especially busy for so early in the morning. People paraded the streets like they owned the place, which to an extent I suppose they did. Peddlers with carts wandered the roving sea of potential customers, shouting about their marvelous merchandise. A small gaggle of musicians and entertainers performed around a central fountain in the middle of the square. As we reached them, they ended their so

UnperfectYou’re nice, sweet
You’re funny, you’re cute
You like My Little Pony
You’re tall, muscular even
You’re perfect for me they say,
I need a big tough man
To protect me, they say

My family certainly likes you
My sister thinks you’re great
You’ve got a deep voice
And a beard even!
I’m horrible, she tells me
Why won’t I date you?

At first, I really couldn’t see why
You were perfect, weren’t you?
Oh, that’s right, screw perfect
I don’t want perfect, that’s not me
That’s not what I want
I want someone unperfect

So unperfect that his unperfectness
Is compatib

Too LateHere I am, once again
Writing into the night
Hoping to find the words that are right;
The ones to express my heart

You know, this isn’t the first time
I’ve spent, trying to find them
It won’t be the last, I bet you a dime
I suppose I should start by apologizing

…again.

I am sorry. I don’t know why you picked me
Of all the people to befriend
I’m such trouble, so why; I’ll probably never know
But I’m glad, and I never want it to end

I’ll be tired in the morning
But this is worth it, most certainly
I don’t know what’s come over me
There’s something I want you to know

W

FateYou always told me
What it wasn't proper to do
I still say it was fate
That brought me to you

Being best friends as we were,
Everyone frowned upon us,
Even you had your doubts
How could I place in you my trust?

You thought you'd hurt me,
Our amity could never be
But let's have a look-see
Did you ever think you'd love me?

Well, you see, I knew
Right from the start
That I'd fall for you
You captured my heart

A danger, a sin, you'd say
But of course, you know me
For danger, I'd go out of my way
Still, you never trusted yourself

You always were a righteous man
I suppose I should've seen
The mishap would come
From my unrighteous hand

You

Life (Worth It)Life is a web of lies
I often fake this smile that I wear
Some nights, I just sit and I cry
But no one would ever see
The things that trouble me

Life is a pit of despair
Death takes those we love
Funny how we never really know
How much we need them, cherish them
Until they aren't there

Life is a well of emotions
There's this boy that thinks he loves me
But I don't love him in return
Instead, I like the boy that my friend likes
Or one of my close friends; even a boy I just met
Yet my love might be for a boy who lies sleeping
Who could die, all because of me
And we will never know why

Just think about it.
Think about every t

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by ~aalie, Nov 13, 2012, 12:07:34 PM
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I don’t understand the things you do
And just when I had finally started to trust you
And actually care
Where did you go?
I know you’re still there
Just ignoring me
So please…

Come back…

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Anywho, on other topics, my photomanip for the crew is coming along, slowly but surely. I'm having so much fun with it...XD

~UNnatural96 Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I think I know this feeling...

~aalie Nov 14, 2012 Student General Artist

I'm sorry bro...I know that was my fault...

~UNnatural96 Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

*hugged* Yeah.... I know....

~aalie Nov 20, 2012 Student General Artist

Your poem is up tho

~UNnatural96 Nov 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

>.< Oh...

~Camdissa Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

HEY, is everything okay? Stuff like that is never fun.

~aalie Nov 14, 2012 Student General Artist

Yeah everything's all good. I'll IM you.

~Camdissa Nov 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You never did ):

~aalie Nov 19, 2012 Student General Artist

I sent you an IM...mayb it just didnt send...

~Camdissa Nov 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I got your text. I sent one back at you.

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