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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.

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.

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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Do I love you enough?You mean the world to me.
Have I said that already?
Have I said that enough?
Have I shown you how much?

Is this one poem to few?
Do I write enough for you?
Do I write well enough?
For all that you give me.

I care so much about you.
Do I show that enough?
That I can't live without you.
My life dreadful and empty then.

All this questions inside me,
about me and beautiful you,
grand, smart and fantastic you.
But is this poem enough?

Is everything I do enough?
To show you what I feel,
for you and about you.
This love inside me.

I am never sure I can.
Can never show you,
how much it truly is,
my love for all you do.

Do I gi

Am I tough enough?Am I tough enough?
To protect you from the evil
That has settled in my mind.
It wildly fights behind my eyes.
To come out at every chance

Am I tough enough?
To hold back the sarcasm
I want to say to all of you
Because of my own twisted mind
That can't take it any more

Am I tough enough?
To keep up the appearance
That I like the way I am
I want myself to change
So that is why I fight myself

Am I tough enough?
To become someone else
That is still me, but not
The person that I used to be
For all those years I've been

Am I tough enough?
To become who I want to be
and not who I've been all along
Or am I who I want to be
But

Empty WordsDark words flow in my mind
Want to come out
How I feel hurt inside
Of all the words I've heard
Said against me all those years.

Have they even listened
To the words they said
Against me all the time
Or were they just a joke
Without a true meaning

Empty words said to me
That stuck to this day
A void that fills my mind
That doesn't mean a thing
Except it does for me

It fills my mind every day
Forces who I am all the time
Who I didn't came to be
People I didn't befriend
Cause of the words in my mind

Those empty words said by them
Have made me into who I am
While for them they were empty
They were filled by hate for me
How

I've had enoughI've had enough
I don't want this any more
this endless whining
my motivation
is long since gone

I've had enough of studying
it doesn't fascinate no more
I can't bring it up any more
to put some effort into it
let it all cease for me

Please make it stop
I can't take it no more
I'm done with it all
this whining called to study
it's not for me no more

A smile on my face
sarcasm in my thoughts
how everybody wrongs it all
while my mind spuddles
and sickens if for myself

I can't take it no more
remove this violence from my mind
before I hurt another
with the words I spew
filled with undirected hate

I don't care no more
le

Ik heb er genoeg vanIk heb er genoeg van
ik wil dit niet meer
dit eindeloze gezeur
mijn motivatie
is al lang verdwenen

Ik heb genoeg van dit gestudeer
het boeit me allemaal niet meer
ik kan het niet meer opbrengen
om me er voor in te zetten
laat het allemaal maar ophouden

Laat het alsjeblieft ophouden
ik kan het niet meer aan
met alles ben ik klaar
dit gezeur dat studeren heet
is aan mij niet meer besteedt

Een glimlach op mijn gezicht
mijn gedachten vol sarcasme
hoe eenieder het fout doet
terwijl mijn geest heftig woelt
en het voor mezelf verziekt

Ik kan het allemaal niet meer aan
haal dit geweld uit mijn geest
voordat ik een ander pijn doe

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No faith in me

by ~Wiliart, Jun 25, 2012, 6:33:58 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I don't have faith in life to come
I look at my past and see ruins
I want to escape out of them
I can't escape the ruins

Have faith! All will be well.
Tell me when, for I don't see.
What has faith in store for me?
Another cruel life to come?

The sequel to the past
is the present and
Faith will determine
the future to come.

My faith in the world is gone.
Why should I have faith,
when faith has no faith in me.

No faith in meby ~Wiliart

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~Wiliart

For the "Faith" prompt of

It's summer, while I am dark.

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Mood: Love

~kartiksharma Jun 27, 2012 Student General Artist

Amazing Job!♥

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~Wiliart Jun 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

^_^ Thank you.

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~TetraRocks Jun 25, 2012

^^ There is always hope even in the darkest nights.

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~Wiliart Jun 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

There may be, but it's hard sometimes to see it.

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~TetraRocks Jul 3, 2012

Yeah.:/

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