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UnderstandYou say I'm confusing,
that I know I am.
My feelings are twisted,
from being hurt so many times.
You must understand,
I'm not like everyone.
No one gets me like you,
yet you're still wandering the maze.
My heart is pure,
I'm loyal as they come.
I will never try to hurt you.
If I do, it wasn't in meaning.
I travel this living road,
waiting for someone to pull me off.
Your strong hands did just that,
now I fear you'll put me right back.
You must understand,
I'm still learning to breath.
Be patient with me,
and maybe I'll be perfect at last.
why am I running?
My bare feet are cut from.....
I am in pain,
but it's not from the cuts.
It radiates from my core.
Extending to my shoulders,
mimicking the weight of the world.
Making it harder everyday to run...
I run from the voices who tease me,
despite the fact I'm nicer than I should.
They mock my glass heart,
even though it has been broken for a long time.
I run hollow...
the icy wind burning through the empty hollow.
because I secretly can't stand them.
I want to run from everyone's colors.
Too many of them....
I ignored it for a long time.
Now it's too much for me.
despite my bloody, torn body.
I run from them all.
Without even taking a step.
The EmpathI take what isn't mine,
leaving what is good behind.
Taking the pain and leaving joy.
They smile, not knowing what I've done.
I cry over this, because I know what I've done.
I wear the mask.
As the smile openly.
No one knows what I do,
that I can sense and take emotion.
I can take pain and leave joy.
Though, I wish they did.
An Empath can feel what isn't their own feeling,
they can also take it from others.
Taking their pain so they wont.
That's what I do.
It's so much more than empathy,
it's feeling it in my very core that's not even mine.
Pain, sorrow, feeling hollow.
That isn't mine in the beginning.
I help by taking.
I save by containing.
But will anyone help,
or save me too?
Someone to understand,
an electic touch.
A gentle voice.
So much more than a friend is what I need.
Where to start?
I don't know.
I wish they'd know.
Because I guess they're not here.
Standing By...I hear the cries of those who need me,
and I want to save them all.
It's driving me crazy,
because I am tormented by them too.
I can not save them,
if I try, how would I start.
No land to give,
no money to lend,
we can barely make it by ourselves.
I'm not strong,
I'm not able to do it all.
I'm not pure enough,
because I still have my demons.
I want to be strong,
though I don't know how.
I want to be pure,
but I never will,
because I'm only human.
I hear the tears fall,
and I can do nothing but stand by and cry too.
I hate doing just that.
And yet, it's all I can do.
And I hate doing nothing but stand by.
Writing on a FolderI take the sharpie in my bag.
Something began to tell me to write,
even though I had paper to write on
I decided to write on my folder.
The smell of a marker invades my nose,
as I began to write the words I begin all the poetry with,
Not with a bang
but a whimper...,
the meaning could mean a million things
I could write about my eyes,
I decide to write my heart out.
The scent of marker stings my eyes as I write.
I do not stop.
Eyes like broken glass
One is Hollow
One is broken
These are what I write
It all starts with this
Not with a bang
but a whimper...
Who is loyal?
Not only one
What could it mean?
I cannot say.
My hand writes on it's own.
It is connected to my heart.
Over and Over
Who is Nobody?
That is what I write.
I only understand so much.
The smell of my marker covers
coating the front of my plastic folder
I open it.
And begin to write again on the back.
The smell of a marker
now a constant by
GoodbyeI wished I was a hero,
where I could tell when I was needed,
so I could come and save the day,
or save the person who needed me.
Saying goodbye is hard,
even harder when you weren't there,
when you couldn't give them what they needed.
What could have stopped the Wheel of Fate?
How do you say goodbye?
When they are so far away?
When you feel so helpless?
How could you stop them from leaving?
The Wheel of Fate crushes us all,
But telling when that will be,
it impossible to tell.
Even when you see the Wheel,
you still don't know how to stop it.
Even if you manage to step away,
in the end you are still crushed.
I wish I could have stopped the Wheel,
said something that could have saved her,
I am nothing but a powerless human,
who couldn't even save a friend close the the beat.
So this is goodbye,
to the Wheel who stole her away,
my good friend,
who I could have saved if I knew.
Out of ControlI see something I happen to like,
I make a sound a person shouldn't make.
It's loud and disturbing,
it's just something normal people don't do.
I hear a song I know on the radio,
I sing along at the top of my lungs,
despite the fact I'm in a public space,
am I going crazy?
I'm on the laptop and I see something cute,
I make that odd sound and jerk my body around
as though I'm possessed.
Am I that strange?
Should I hide the odd things I do?
Should I put the same mask everyone wears?
Should I stay quiet and never speak out?
Should I act like everyone else?
I will never stop being strange,
I can't stop singing,
And I will never stop smiling at the cute things.
Why should I be like everyone else?
Why should I wear the mask?
Why can't I be me?
Why can't you be you?
Stop following others,
stop playing pretend,
no more masks,
no more sheep.
If you can't do it alone,
take my hand and I will help you.
You don't have to do as I do,
but do as you want to do.
meaning within the number
knowing what has been lost
smiling faces no never again smile
sweet voices that will never resound once more
Lost to the long winding road
never forgotten within the days
they remain forever with us
those smiling children sweet 28
Sweeter now the heavens
with new angels to meet
new angels claimed
The Me InsideI Scream an unheard scream inside when I see the others hold hands.
Invisible tears stream when I see the others together.
My lonesome,broken heart shines a soft light,"Oh isn't it grand?"
My beautiful,breaking mask hides my true self. Will they see it? Never.
I don't think they know.
That when they kiss, it's a pain chipping away my shattered soul.
I don't think they ever will.
But,really, how could they have known?
My sad eyes are hidden.
Behind false truths I convey through my happy throat.
I can't let them see my pain that hides within.
So I continue, singing every happy note.
I pretend The One is there,
holding my hand like the others do.
But when I look beside me,
the empty spaces, to me, become painfully known.
I rest my aching heart,
Every once in a while,
With stories of love that can't fall apart,
and endings that leave me with a smile.
But it never lasts for long,
as I'm sure you've guessed by now.
The joy from those tales,
always seem to move on.
Some nights I cry,
MedusaWhen you gaze upon yourself,
How can you not see,
The perfection and the beauty,
Standing in front of me?
You're bitter, torn and ugly,
Behind those hazel eyes,
And the more you hate yourself,
The more your heart dies.
Your thoughts are full of poison,
And kind words burn your tongue,
Look how sore and twisted you are,
For a woman who is so young.
You've turned your soul to stone,
And with no hero to save you,
You'll stay as brittle as bone.
You're blinded by your shame,
Unable to see passed the pain,
A mutilated cripple inside,
You bleed out like a severed vein.
You keep your feelings hidden,
Buried deep beneath your skin,
Like a sharp, mangled thorn,
Tearing you apart from within.
You'll never shed a tear,
And hide emotions with fearsome might,
When you sleep you're deeply haunted,
And your screams pierce the night.
You've turned your soul to stone,
And with no hero to save you,
You'll stay as brittle as bone.
Your lips are tattered and frayed,
No one writes love letters anymoreLetters written with reckless abandon
ink on paper with irrevocable passion
Words and scented paper
in an envelope, in your hands.
a special surprise, meant for your eyes
Stained with tears and so much want
Forever to be treasured and fade with age
Torn up in heated moments, clasped in desperate times
This is no more
What is this?
Love is a notification
A ringtone, something that needs usernames
a password, but not breathed secretly on lips.
Love is a status
on your wall
Will they ''like'' it
retweet, bbm, direct message
This intense romance
Nothing will stop this love
except perhaps a bad internet connection
Can be disconnected with a rooter
What is the emoticon for undying love?
Our love is in the recycling bin.
Winners Announced! Fave to Win Giveaway 2!
Edit: Finished give out all the prizes now. Gave one person a bit too much on accident but oh well, they can keep the extra.
I decided that I'd go ahead and give away a little more then was marked for our faves goal. I know we didn't reach the max goal but I feel that you all are winners so 22 prize winners it is! Congrats to all of you! I'll start working on sending you all your points. Thanks t everyone who joined!
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Contest!! ((CLOSED))THIS CONTEST IS NOW OVER! I WILL BE DECIDING TODAY WHAT PLACES THE ENTIRES WILL BE IN!!
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"(Name)'s here to say something." England stepped away from (Name) and left her standing there.
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America jumped up and tackled her with a hug, "Dude it's all cool with me! I can see why you did that! While you were gone, we were talking about what we could do to help you!"
(Name) blushed and looked at China, who nodded, "You guys are too kind to me..."
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Society's StyleThe curls and the lipstick,
The fancy shoes and clothes.
They hide all the feelings,
Anything she doesn’t want to show.
She cries in her bedroom,
then puts on her fake smile.
She covers all her sadness,
Behind society’s style.
She bottles up what she’s feeling,
and just wishes she could be,
anything and everything
the people around her expect her to be.
Who are you?Who are you?
Do you know how to answer that?
I know I am me.
And nothing more.
Are you kind?
Are you brave?
Are you strong?
Are you noble?
Are you greedy?
Are you a coward?
Are you weak?
Are you selfish?
How do you answer to this?
To be claimed as one of these.
I have been called one.
But not all.
I may not be strong,
but I do what I can.
I may not be selfish,
but I can see the noble.
Can you answer me this?
This one small question.
That no one thinks of themselves,
yet they ask this many times.
Who are you.....
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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