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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

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.

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.

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.

Honesty Written

from the

heart.

No eraser.

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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Beautiful Enough -Anorexia-Meet a girl named No One, with a heart of shattered stone
Staring at the other girl, the one that's not alone
Girl with skin that glistens, with the eyes of crystal seas
Grin of shining diamonds and a laugh like a disease
Flashes just a glance and soon, she's every trouble's cure
She has everything… and No One's off to be like her.

Eating turns into a crime, she'd rather be away
Thrusting fingers down her throat to make herself okay
Watching as her very bones are seen behind her flesh
There she drowns in tears, for she has not yet seen success.

Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly f

ImaginationI am a poet, and so I shall write
Words made of pieces of rain and daylight
I will write poems of pain and regret
Stories of torture, the strength to forget
I will write pieces of laughter and grins
Power and wisdom that pours from within
Novels of fictional things in my mind
Statements of my complicated design
Some will be puzzled and some will shed tears
My words will either be silent or clear
Though, in the end, it's not their creation..
Welcome to my own imagination…

StrengthMirror, mirror, on the wall
Speaking what is right
Tell me, am I beautiful?
Treasured? Lovely? Bright?
Mirror, how I wish to see
Who I shall become
Tell me, can I change the world?
Is my power numb?
Mirror, mirror, speak the truth
After all I've seen
All I need is something strong
On which I can lean.
Mirror, mirror, tell me now
Do I look alive
Lying on the floor in blood
Playing with the knives?
Mirror, mirror, can't you see
I had more to hold
More than treasured necklaces
More than pounds of gold.
Yet, oh Mirror, I have died
Fighting wars within
Thinking I was strong enough…
Strong enough to win…

HeartbeatsThough these words are dreaded, I feel it is time to say
All the things I never told you since we died away
All the things I liked the most, the things that made you real
These thoughts must be spoken for my broken heart to heal
Sure, I hate the feeling rushing through my broken veins
Every piece of lost emotion, every bit of pain
Even though this emptiness is cradling my soul
All that haunts me now is how I let it take control
All the tears, the madness, how I let it overrule
To my own existence, I myself have been so cruel
Never did I dare to say these words of lonely truth
Even though I know that isolation kills one's youth…

ChangeFeel your own heart beating through your aching, bleeding skin
Taste your tears among your lips which pour from deep within
Drown inside the emptiness, the helplessness, the pain
Longing for the downpour of the crystal drops of rain
Hear the children whisper, petrified for them to hear
See them trapped beneath the truth, the hatefulness, the fear
Place the silver gun beside your head and speak your words
For you could not eliminate the wounds, the scars, the hurt
Knowing you were helpless, that you couldn't change their lives…
What the point of living when you'll never be alive?

Finishing the RaceStarving children reaching out for mommy's hand to hold
Pretty little princess crying due to ruined gold
Infants losing breaths and toddlers drenched in broken bones
Lady in a shining gown without her silver throne
Parents fearing for their lives as bullets fight the wind
Teenage girl in tears due to a blemish on her skin
See the people dying with a grin upon their face…
Since they saw that winning just meant finishing the race…

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by ~InconsequentialPoet, Mar 12, 2012, 11:22:16 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Pearl white dress now bathed in blood and roses in her hand
Entering what she thought would be her own wonderland
Walking down the aisle with a shining sapphire ring
Step by step, relying on a life of shiny things
Saying that she loves him, what a wonderful disguise
Hiding what she really wants behind those evil eyes
Making us the villains, like we've come to break her heart
Almost like we're living just to tear her world apart
Treating us like nothingness, like voices in her head
Just to make him love her so she doesn't feel so dead
Making his world spin so quickly, time does fade to grey
Waiting would have killed it, so she sent herself away
Just so she can kill him, just the way she killed us all
With the words "I love you" as she watches our lives fall…

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I may have to shoot myself if the person this is for DOES NOT GET WHAT I'M SAYING.
And I also may have to shoot myself if that someone doesn't at least understand what I think, and then prove (PROVE) me wrong.

I don't need comments and I don't need faves, I just need for that oh s delightful someone to read this.

~ Mikki

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~BellaBugia Apr 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I get the sense that this particular person destroying everyone's lives is none other than a lying, manipulative gold digger. But that is just my take on this.

~InconsequentialPoet Apr 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I did exaggerate my opinion a little... a lot XD But ya know... I guess you've got it right, except for the gold digger part.

~ MIkki

~BellaBugia Apr 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Lol! I was close enough xD It's ok. As writer's we tend to do that at times

~NicolaWingedDeity Mar 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Dude... ur awesome. Enough said.

~InconsequentialPoet Mar 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Ahaha, THANK YOU!

It's awesome hearing this stuff considering how young I am XD

~ Mikki

~NicolaWingedDeity Mar 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

o: u're the first person i hear confess their youth! hw old r u? promise u're older than me x) whoever said cuality comes with being older? You're awesome and that's that (= ^^

~InconsequentialPoet Mar 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm younger than thirteen, but that's all I'm saying. That's why I'm sharing this account with my mom!

If I was thirteen, I'd definitely have my own account...

~ Mikki

~NicolaWingedDeity Mar 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

haha! wooow! not even I am that young!! xD well you write wonderfully, so please do not stoop! =3

~InconsequentialPoet Mar 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Ahaha, thank you!!!

~ Mikki

!AnimaNinja23 Mar 15, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

ok firs of all i love the way you conveyed the brilliant emotions behind this vibriant peace, and this the messedge i got pleas tell me if its anny whare near the acual messedge.

a woman is using the man and leaching off of what hes erned and his sucess and draining him untill he has nouthing, also it seems like shes useing everyone around her for her gain becoming evil and gready and ends up coning everyone out of their happyness and ending up "killing" everyone

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