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Poem for two.You draw a smile across my face, like a child on her first day of school, anxious to impress. You make me happy.

Your eyes are crystals of perfection, covered in sparkles of delight, born from inspiration, that the universe gets from your existence. You are beautiful.

You dress me in happiness, make my skin glow through the fabric, with the undeniable love, i have for your soul. You suit me.

You make my heart beat to the sound of your own, form a vibration, that the sun, sky, and the entire earth can dance to, in their sleep. You make me smile.

You play my skin like a flesh-bound piano, you hit notes of ecstasy with your fingertips, you m
It is, What it is 
It is a roller coaster ride, with no way out, except jumping off.
It is running off a cliff into the abyss, face first.
It is diving into an ocean, not knowing how to swim.

It is a nightmare, I can't wake up from
It is a song, without a melody
It is a word, with not one letter
It is night, without the moon
It is a book, with no ending
It is a movie, dropping frames
It is a memory, in a blur
It is a watch, with only one time
It is a bed, made of knives
It is a room, with no windows
It is the sky, with no stars
It is a mirror, with no reflection
It is a drug, with no effect
It is a dance, with no movement

It is me, without you.
Rapture 
Take my hand into yours... it will lead you to a conceptual paradise.

Look deep into my eyes, you will see your future dipped in sweet sips of ecstasy.

Listen to my words, they will sedate you to absolute elation and then some.

Hold me close, my body heat will melt your worries into delectable honey, that I will devour.

Kiss me, my lips will part your own and my tongue will envelope your senses.

Fuck me, I will take you into another galaxy, where pleasure is all you will ever know.
RememberMemories.

The thought worries me,
that I might just forget it all.
I'll forget the spontaneous times
where I would feel happy,
for really... no apparent reason.
I'm so scared,
that I'll wake up and
not remember anything,
and even if it means
losing the depressing memories -
I can't bear to let it go.
It shaped me into what I am today,
believe it or not -
all those sad, depressing memories.

And if I were to age and perhaps just
forget it all...
I would lose myself.
What would I do?

Who would I be?
Oh, sweet and painful memories -
please, never leave me.
Life's memory?Why do I exist in this moment?
Why am I not a 3 year old playing in a sandbox?
Why am I not 101 years old laying in bed?
Why is right now my life.
How did I get here?
I do not remember feeling right now, just before.
Why isn't right now, just then, or in a second?
Who I was, when I was "younger" isn't really who I am at all.
I am no longer that person, I haven't been, since I was.
So why am I, who I am now?
What if every second you are a different version of yourself.
What if all that connects you, with who you were a second ago, is your memory?
What if you didn't recall a thing. Would you still be?
If you didn't know what happened a second
will you ever learn to love yourselfshe was dead
before she hit the ground
a cell
frazzled & 60 percent water

her friends
or whatever you call them
‘seedy backwater
girl
brimming on the bus & never
wants to
haven’t  you ever seen clouds before?’

she threw a handful of stones
pinched
sinking like balloons

a hungry ghost
tracing the outline
of a breaking surface
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.
HopeFrom one day to the next. Love is broken.
From one word to the next. It is over.

I never thought I would be hurting this way. I am mourning the loss of what once caused me pleasure and delight. Without having felt amazing, I would not know this sorrow.

I can only hope that the loneliness fades, like pencil markings in a dusty journal
That the memories become washed out and blurred, like a crinkled photograph in the sun.
That the songs that remind me of you, loose their frequency and become infrasound.
That every day the hole in me, heals a little more, like an open wound in my chest.
I can only hope that the thoughts of you, drip off me l
Forever AmissThe time, it changes
The mind
Erases
And rearranges
Everything.

As days move on
My mind
Grows strong
But it continues
To dwindle down.

It grows obsolete
No matter how strong
I
Am always
Wrong.
MelancholiaToday a girl with sun-kissed skin blows out her candles with a shaky breath. The cake is chocolate upon her request because it reminds her of simpler, childhood days. Her jaw clenches with the tension that she can never quite understand and she sighs, telling herself that this is the year she will relax. 365 days. It seems an awful long time to relax. She tilts her neck towards the sky and inhales the clouds; the glare of the sun leaves behind the impression of rosy lips beneath her eyelids. When she closes her eyes she finds herself on her back, her fingers twined around grass blades, hanging desperately onto the world that is determined to
I am full of holes like a beauI am full of holes like a beautiful tapestry devoured by moths.
Each night I sew myself shut and everyday I split open at the seams.

I read and re-read and circle the words on my page
Underline the wolfsbane, the nightshade, and yew

I poison myself and end my affliction
Sand and ash is all I will leave
Vanishing PointFrom afar
I watch my dreams
begin to erode,
the waters darken
steadily,
as the shadows
encroach,
but it is as if
I am no longer there,
I feel myself
beginning
to disappear,
vanishing
in the far distance,
like a bird,
a speck of dust,
swallowed by unknown horizons,
and these dreams
they become
no longer mine,
but instead
they wash away
where others
unknowing
walk across them
with a thousand feet,
but by then
I am not even
a memory.
HopeOnce upon a time,
I thought that there was hope for you.
But now I’ve just lost hope in myself,
And you.

Over and over again,
I try and I try.
I just fail.
Fail in life,
With people,
With myself.

I am hopeless,
And saving me is useless.
Any hope I had for anything,
Doesn’t exist anymore.
I am numb.

I don’t know where the person I used to be went.
The happy go lucky me.
Maybe I was just lying to myself.
Happiness doesn’t exist.

I only hope that happiness exists somewhere,
Because it will never exist for me.
love is a train wreck.I was asked once, "How do you know when you are in love?" I sat still, just blinking for a minute. That is not the sort of question you can ask a sixteen year old girl without the answer being a mixture of confused phrases and lock-kneed letters.
I guess it's not as if you wake up one day and the birds are singing and the sun is shining brighter than ever before and suddenly the idea of love comes to you as gently as a butterfly landing delicately on your shoulder. No, unfortunately that is not how love finds you. Love is like a sudden shock to the system and you can feel each and every cell in your body slowly tremble. Love hits you like a
Some Scars Never FadeI'm full of scars,
Inside and out.
In my skin and in my mind.

Ones are from when I didn't learn from my mistakes,
And made them again.

Some are from that time were I could just heard them laughing at me.
But they were quiet when those appeared in my arms...

I have a lot from one day I ran away,
And ended in the forest.
Even the twigs and branches didn't seemed to have compassion...

I have two on my face, crossing my eyes,
Because of the time I couldn't, or rather didn't wanted, to see my friends by my side...

And they still say that time makes everything fade away?
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Re-emerge
Reproduce
Restart
Reboot
Reform
Renew
Refresh
Regrow
Reinstate
Regain
Recapture
Relive

Life is too short to hold on to something that causes suffering.
It is with the same pleasure that you gave me, that I release the need for you in my life.

All the experiences we shared, still exist, but now It is just my recollection, my interpretation, my imagination, my articulation, my expression, my rendition, my explanation, my version, my story.
I am the protagonist in my life. You are a chapter.

A blank book awaits eagerly, inviting the bleeding ink of my experiences, to drip into markings that tell my story in the most imaginative of ways. So when I am old and grey, about to leave this earth, I will read it once more, walk away proud to have been able to experience it twice, once in presence and one in memory.

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~ghettopriestess Mar 27, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for sharing this. You embodied what I've been going through. :heart:
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*yours----truly Mar 27, 2013
Thank u for reading! oh dear, I hope u feel better, because it is a VERY tough thing to go through >.<

I appreciate your time :) x
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~ghettopriestess Mar 30, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome, thank you for posting! I am feeling better, having a great support system of friends does wonders.
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Mood: Artistic ~msimoneaux20 Mar 17, 2013  New member Hobbyist Writer
This is amazing, what a great outlook on life. I love how you portray your life as a story. I really like the line "I am the protagonist in my life. You are a chapter."
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*yours----truly Mar 17, 2013
Thank you. when i read this I smile, because if you read the poem "hope" that i literally wrote the day before, it shows such an emotional shift in me, that I like to be reminded of.
Thanks so much for reading :D
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~LFF2 Mar 10, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
A beautiful poem! It's quite true. :)
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*yours----truly Mar 10, 2013
Thank u muchly :)
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~LFF2 Mar 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome.:D
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Mood: Approval *goldshroom Mar 6, 2013  Student Writer
Reply ;)

Now this is what I call an interesting poem.
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*yours----truly Mar 7, 2013
=D thanks for reading, and glad u thinks so
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