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RelapseIt’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when

‘just one more’

made you feel better.

- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s

falling.

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"

WorthlessWorthless,
the name that cuts like a knife,
Me,
it's all that you see inside,
My heart,
is breaking with every breath I take
The lies,
the only thing I can't seem to face.

Battle in my MindEat.
Don't eat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
You're perfect.
You're worthless.
You're beautiful.
You're disgusting.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
Show me.
No!
I love you..

In The Daylight

In The Daylight

A false downfall
An unexpected revival

Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness

Life...redefined
Death...redesigned

In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
-
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest

I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic

I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid

A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete

Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrat

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.

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

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

Honesty Written

from the

heart.

No eraser.

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.

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

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4:00 a.m.Don't let me
go out in my sleep
want to see the show
don't let me go
oh, don't let me go
take me out slowly
ease up on the pain
let me die crazy
let me go out insane
knock on the door
& I'll fall to my knees
I hear someone knocking
they're knocking on the door now,
don't know what to do now
Daylights coming
but the light
its leaving
oh, it's leaving me far behind
so much
& so little
slip into black
& worm back to light
I'll never see you again
never see you again
By the time
the light oozes through the glass
I've spent my night
thinking about you
the ½ way point
always the best
no more dark, not quite ligh

When you loseWhen you lose
the arms that held you,
When you lose
the hand that guided you,
When you lose
the footsteps
you were going to walk in,
You're going to lose
your mind,
going to lose your heart
you're going to know
what it's like to
to self-destruct
& tear yourself apart
Everything is emptied
of its worth
It's so fucking ugly now
when you lose that one person
who was going to,
who was supposed to hold your hand
You lose it all
When you lose
When you lose
you die from the inside out
Everything you held dear
leaves & takes its meaning along w/ it
When you lose
When you lose
You'll never win again
Once you lose one

The friend's kitchenSlumped in a chair
in a friend's kitchen
thoughts of you
& I miss you
want you w/ me
Don't leave me again
Please

Drift away
only the faint sound
of music drifts through
my ½ empty head

Testing my will
& feeling the pull
of something unknown to me
something you read about
but feel only once
& it's over
before it began

being born in reverse
slowly crawl back
into the black
where nothing
& everything matters

earlierearlier than it feels
eyes closed
w/ hands pressing them back
into my skull
bright flashes
blue lightning
& perpetual noise
eyes closed
& every noise is disembodied
Tuned out & empty headed
all here
but gone away
mental quakes
as the realization hits
tomorrow will come
w/ or w/out you

9:29 p.m.T.V. on mute
music on low
writing in between
the on/off of T.V. light
Music is mine.
In a corner
sprawled in a chair
there on the bed,
they sit laughing
The night
has swallowed
the sky into the black
any feeling at all
is slow
& reversed
radio dark night

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Grey Faces

by ~RosethePoet, Sep 28, 2012, 8:00:25 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Grey faces in the sheets
where you can't find sleep,
where the night hangs on
and draws out long until dawn.
You'll see in the morning
when the light changes everything,
when eyes grow sun-weary,
hide in sleep
or not at all

Grey Facesby ~RosethePoet

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

March 14th, 15th or 16th, 2012. I messed up the date in my notebook, don't know what the date was.

~Soto-The-Faceles-Cat Oct 4, 2012 Student Artist

this feels nostalgic somehow. i enjoy the imagery

~RosethePoet Oct 5, 2012 General Artist

Thank you. I'm glad you like it.

*vikingjon Sep 29, 2012 Professional General Artist

Visual and lyrical.

~RosethePoet Sep 29, 2012 General Artist

I wish I could write music. I want so many of these to be songs.

*vikingjon Sep 29, 2012 Professional General Artist

I know what you mean! One day.

~RosethePoet Sep 30, 2012 General Artist

I hope so.

~metalwaya Sep 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

"hide in sleep
or not at all"
Ever notice how lack of sleep can give you a different perspective on things? It can make them more clear or totally warped, and sometimes, it produces a certain kind of [productive?] madness.
I like this.

~RosethePoet Sep 28, 2012 General Artist

Yes. That's what makes a lack of sleep so appealing sometimes. It's incredible what it can do, as silly as that may sound.
Thank you.

~metalwaya Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It's not really that silly, it is incredible.
Of course.

~RosethePoet Oct 7, 2012 General Artist

That it is.

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