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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.

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.

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

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

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.

Ashes on the SandWe put you in
a crystal box
small enough for me
to hold in my
hands
(and that thought gives me
chill bumps)
The tide was high
where we took you
and I remember thinking
how pointless it was
(you were just going to wash
up on the shore)
Everyone was quiet
and some people cried
and as you were tossed
out to sea like so
many grains of sand
I thought how much
I missed you
(Now I think how much
I hate you
for leaving)

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

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.

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.

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BlackjackI saw trees swinging side by side

And as I watched I asked them why

Their branches hung so low

I heard fire alarms goin off downtown

And as I listened to the sound

I asked them why they always had to put on a show

Cuz this life is a deck of cards

And I drew me a Jack

A Blackjack, drew me a Jack

Now Jack, I tell you, I hope, I pray

You'll do me good somewhere, someday

I just hope that it doesn't break my heart

Now there's a reason we can walk

And there's a reason we can talk

So don't you tell me you don't know

I keep snowballing after you

And I always seem to stick like glue

Now will you stay, or will you let me go?

Cuz this

StringsHe said

"She's a faded water

And a minor stray

She's a glory diamond

Floating far away

But I

I hold the string

Hoping one day to be king."

If he

Walked a river and he

Served for a mile

If he

Held pain still so time could

Help her smile

Then I

I would flit to the moon

'Cuz he's coming home soon

She's running out of pavement, but

The sprinklers spray the sidewalk clean

But she can't touch them yet

'Cuz someone told her she ain't clean

They dropped her crystal heart

Swept away the pieces

And she can't find them or bring them back

'Cuz he painfully squeezes

Popping her strings

While she sadly sings

She said

"I've lost

WanderjahrIt seeps through my eyes

My color loses its sight

I'm a semantic, semi-romantic bust

This tree's been growing for hours

And it hasn't hit the flowers

Well, I believe that is a must

Patience was never rash enough

Prudence was never cold enough

Bare feet are warmer on the ground

Running with this little pack on my back

I know I just have the knack

For moving without leaving a sound

Ever since I was pulled apart

I'm finished and I've got to find the start

Tantrums, pulling my hair won't do me good

So I thought I could wander in this wood

And every clue I find to who I am

Is contradicted by some other plan

So month after month,

SavedI felt his words were feeding my eyes

And though it tormented my ears

I felt a flood of honey,

The blossoms began

To spread their pavilions wide

Anxious to behold

The yearning, the innocent, the bright, the smashed.

There!

He plucked the string

And I felt my heart vibrate with emotion.

Joy. Pure joy.

But it was a tender hand

A gentle probing into my head.

Listening was a challenge --no,

A stone.

But it was a gift.

Take it like a wheel,

Turn like a square.

Do I care to break the fire?

The oil is on my head

And it seeps into my brain.

I favor a sweeter flavor,

A new era with new seasoning.

This isn't insanity:

It's happi

EnvelopeI made my heart from scratch

It might taste kinda funny

If you don't like the tang in there

Well, then I guess I'm sorry

But I like your hair when it's treated

With sea water, wind, and sun

And I think I speak the truth

To say I'm not the only one

You have a peace and an innocence

That could condemn my fate

I'll take my chances now

Before you decide it's too late

But I'll let you know that

Nothing in this world, no, nothing on earth

Would convince me to exchange a heart full of mirth

My rain will pummel them into the ground

Anyone who tries to drown out our sound

Our ancient beauty

This untold history in an envelope

Contain

ScrewballScrewball

Yeah he's runnin on the side of the road

With his pockets sagging

Screwball

Doesn't know where he wants to go

But still he's bragging

'Bout the hit in the downtown

Circuiting back round

The street lights and makin 'em flicker

Everyone was scared but no one was sad

Watchin it all, yeah Screwball's so bad

Now he's on the run, son

Don't let him catch you

He's just a screwball

Craning your neck to hear the news

Rubberhead idiots always lose

Jeans and tye-dyes writing poetry

Suits and ties screwing with geometry

They all flock like geese to see

Screwball shake a dog's paw

While it rots on the gravel

Screwball

Now he

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by ~AloiseBrennan, May 26, 2012, 10:46:03 AM
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You asked how I was doing.
You want an honest answer?
I'm as swell as a black eye from Chuck Norris.
Thanks.

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~Kereth-Midknight Feb 20, 2013 Student Writer

Heh. Dunno whether to read that as "I'm really swell" or "swell, but not in a good way"

Clever

~AloiseBrennan Feb 20, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Play on words. Swell like a swollen eye

you got the idea. Thanks!

~Kereth-Midknight Feb 21, 2013 Student Writer

~RiseAgainstOppurtune Jun 1, 2012 Student General Artist

A laugh, with a serious side to it.
I like it.

~AloiseBrennan Jun 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks again! Yeah, I'm glad I can laugh at it now too

~RiseAgainstOppurtune Jun 4, 2012 Student General Artist

Did something happen, then? A story behind it?

~AloiseBrennan Jun 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You know when someone you really care about does something that makes you really upset but you don't want them to know because you don't want them to be upset? And then they ask you how you're feeling? I didn't say this to them, but MAN was I thinkin' it.

~RiseAgainstOppurtune Jun 9, 2012 Student General Artist

Ah, I see. I hate it when that happens. ^^ ;

~AloiseBrennan Jun 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yup. I'm getting over it though.

~RiseAgainstOppurtune Jun 12, 2012 Student General Artist

I'm glad. ^^

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