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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?
But at least it makes me
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,
I glance away for a second, it seems, and my feet are cold
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
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?
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)
We fight for our dream.
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.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"
She does not have,
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,
she will smile,
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
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
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
and perhaps I’ll let you:
With flytrap lips and
glass shaped hips…
you are unfit for anything but
(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.
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
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
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.
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
Why don't you kill yourself?“Why don’t you kill yourself?”
Is the voice that often pops in my head
To remind me I’d be better off dead.
As I sit in my two story house
I’m always alone and filled with doubt.
I take medications I don’t know why
These thoughts constantly go through my mind.
I remind myself I have friends who care
And my parents, well, try to be there.
Some would think I’m being over dramatic
Others will think these thoughts could only come from an addict
Or a psycho.
As I weigh the pros and cons
The commercials shut off, the main program goes on
So I turn my mind off and let the show play
And hope that I can be happy one day.
You Are BlindYou see a picture.
A girl with a smile on her face.
She looks beautiful.
She wasn't going anyway fancy.
But she wore her black make up.
And her brand new top.
But that isn't what I see...
Look a little closer...
Can't you see the tears that have just been wiped away?
Look a little closer...
Can't you see her right fist clenched,
Fumbling for her over strap bag?
Look a little closer...
Can't you see the left hand grip her long sleeve for dear life?
Look a little closer...
Can't you see her mind is running with thoughts tonight?
Look a little closer...
And maybe you'd have seen the warning signs....
For Akihisa Yoshii Lovers--Part 2The weekend is over, I have to focus. ...I hate Mondays. Your thoughts ramble on like this for a while. Ironman is also rambling; something about training your shoukanjuu to be stronger. Your attention, however, is focused solely on Akihisa.
His attention is focused on you, too. You both blush and look away.
"_______! Yoshii! Is there something you want to share with the class?" Ironman asks.
"No, Mr. Nishimura," you both respond.
"Then why are you gazing lovingly into each other's eyes, hm, lovebirds? Focus on the lesson!"
A few students giggle quietly, making you both blush more.
When the school day ends, the blessing is almost too much to handle. "That was too much," you mutter to Akihisa as you walk together. "We need to start focusing a little more."
"That's going to bee too hard!" he complains. "What am I supposed to do when I'm looking at the most beautiful--"
Akihisa is interru
GermanyXReader: Oopsies--Part 3 You feel the box being carried and plopped onto a rough surface. "The box says 'Fragile', idiot!" you yell.
You hear a yelp, heavy footsteps hurrying away, the slamming of a door and the screeching of tires on asphalt. You also hear a door open. "My my, what 'ave we 'ere?" France says to himself.
So the torture begins...for both of us, your thoughts whisper, a devious smile playing on your lips.
A knife sinks into the lid of the box. You duck until it passes by your head. When France opens the box, he is shocked. That facial expression fades into one of deviousness. "Oh ho ho, look what I 'ave found! Ze label says Britain sent you, oui?" He removed the note taped on your forehead. "'France, I need to sleep. Be careful with her, she's a valuable asset. --England.'" He looks at you, raising his eyebrow. "You? So 'orrible to 'andle? Well zen.
For Akihisa Yoshii Lovers That brown haired boy...I think his name is Yoshii... You watch as he writes serious notes in his notebook. You don't know it, but he is actually sketching a rocket blasting through outer space.
"_______, can you answer this question?" the teacher asks.
You mentally shake off your distraction and answer the question incorrectly. Another student answers correctly and receives praise from the teacher. You were answering incorrectly on purpose because you were curious about Akihisa Yoshii. Is he an idiot like they say? Why did he have to be the most failing student in his year? You have a lot of questions about him because you had just joined his class.
Yes, you flunked the entrance exam. At first you thought you were completely screwed, but when your eyes met with Akihisa's and he blushed, you knew you had to stay in Class F.
The school day finally ends.
For Koga Lovers--Part 2 You can't open your eyes; you feel a rough fabric around your entire head. A strong hand removes the fabric, exposing you to a light nearly as bright as the sun.
"Do you know why you're here?" a low voice asks.
"No." Your eyes finally adjust to the light, but you don't see anyone around you.
"Koga doesn't love you. I'm going to save you from him. There is a nice village boy that is absolutely in love with you."
Suddenly, you recognize the voice. "Release me, InuYasha."
"Aw, damn it! I thought the darkness would conceal me!" He steps into the light and sits on the floor, disappointed.
You laugh, "I wish I could tell
For Edward Elric Lovers--Part 2 You awaken slowly to find that it's 9:00 in the morning. Why didn't my alarm ring?! You leap out of bed and run to the shower, thinking, it's Ed's birthday, I have to give him my gift!
Ed, however, is fast asleep at this time. He and Alphonse took the day off to enjoy themselves.
Ed stirs from his slumber. "Hey Al..."
Alphonse wakes. "What is it, brother?"
"I think getting an early start on the day would let us really enjoy every minute."
He thinks it over for a moment, then answers, "Sure. Do yo
SunlightShe conceals herself in shadows
Just to escape the sunlight.
She's hidden indoors for years
To avoid its wrath
Upon her fragile skin.
She's become cold
Without facing her
"Demon in the Sky".
She's loathed every family trip
Because the sun tries to
Reconnect with her.
Her blood boils at the idea
Of being its friend again,
But her warmth does not return.
One gray, cloudy day,
The sun catches her by surprise.
She left her cloak at home
And did not bother with long sleeves.
The sun kissed her cheek gently,
Staying partially hidden by the clouds.
She stopped running.
Warm tingles spread throughout
Her chilled limbs...
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