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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

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.

LonelyLonely.
Unnoticed.
People don't even look
when they walk by.
Always ignored...
Nobody even asks my ideas,
my opinion.
Nobody even knows
who I am.
When people see me,
they either ignore me,
or ask a question:
"Who are you?"
But they don't even bother
to listen to my response:
"I'm Canada."
Forgotton.
Forgotton by everyone.
Forgotton by my friends, my allies.
Maybe one day
Someone will remember my name.
Canada.

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The roaring thunder I pour
Out from my burning lungs;

Take me to the wild flowers,
And set me free to roam,
I no longer want to be trapped
In this faulty-lined life.

I seek mass entanglement
Into the richest loves of life,
I want to breathe clarity
From my toes and share my warmth
in you.

Because you take the days
And spin them into worlds
Far from the eyes of my wavering.

You clamber onto rocky nights
With shameless words
and breached boundaries,
and you with your casual attitude
show devotion through it all.

You transform the dank apartment,
The shallow bath tub and broken bed
Into a place w

The Haunting HouseThe house next door is haunted,
Not by ghosts or demons
But by the bitterness of tensions
from a failed marriage as life
contorted itself into ruins.

I confess,
I have broken into this bare house
With it's frog-ridden unkempt pool
And it's unlocked doors.

The living room walls are full of life
In the shadows of the unlit room
As they are cremated with
Orange candle wax
maybe from a fit,
But they speak of an anger,
I can only guess from the single word
Stamped on the house:
"Foreclosed."

The little boy they had
Has the same name as my brother,
And his father has the same career as my own father.
We live in different w

Behind Simple NotionsThe stroke of a piano key
Forms an instantaneous
Sound harmonized by its cords.

I wish I could sway in that notion.

But my lips are cemented
By the strings that leash me
To the anchor hidden underneath
The soles of what carries my vessel.

I am pulled between two dead-weights
stuck between to apathy and motion all at once,
they shrink me with their tugs.

If I could stir by your casual conversations
Perhaps you would find knowledge
Of my lifeless motion to seek obscurity.

But some days I shatter with bliss-less tirades
filled with defiant wants
And ever-faithful tears.

I ache to melt these bars I wielded
to shroud my visio

To Find GodGod,
Through blurred faces
Formed in the backgrounds of
My life, with single phrases that
Have rung through my head like a siren,
I found you.

There were desolate nights
that strung together with new
Formed self-inflicted wounds
Devised behind locked doors
That made acquaintance with insomnia.

But in truth, I heard you call for me,
But I turned away.

Maybe it was the restriction
Bound to the book my religion
Adhered to relentlessly that caught
Wind to this unfaithfulness
And unraveling of my secret prayers.

Or maybe I clasped my ears shut
With retraction of love and yearning
As I despised all that you had made me as.

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My Sunshine

by ~Life-Is-Oppurtunity, Jun 5, 2012, 8:49:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

There is a warmth in my heart
From where my sunshine has flickered
among the shadows and given me a hand
when I have retreated into corners
and run off with little reason.

I feel myself come alive because
He makes my power stronger as if
I am solar powered by him,
And even when the storm clouds have
Become bountiful in my life
He still sustains me through it all.

My Sunshineby ~Life-Is-Oppurtunity

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Thanks for being such a great friend, Slippy. I'm sorry it's corny, I just hope you like it.

=Slipinslider Jun 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Well, what can I say, except that I'm touched, of course. This mutual admiration society we have going is a very refreshing thing, because it's based on mutual respect and courtesy. Because I don't have many friends on line, I value those who have been considerate and positive towards me. I promised myself once to remember to be kind to good persons, and if possible, to take some time to have pleasant conversations with them. The alternative, just sitting in a corner alone like I used to, is ultimately a selfish attitude to have, I think.

So, I am honored to be considered a friend, and I'm lucky to have made your acquaintance, and to be your friend. I will always send you warm greetings. But when I'm too busy to be able to, just remember that the persons you have been kind to are changed by you, for the better, and they'll keep you in their thoughts. Sorry for this long comment.

May you always be well.

~Life-Is-Oppurtunity Jun 5, 2012 Student Writer

Stop being so formal, sheesh. Sometimes all you should say is "Thanks, I'm touched."

You are making me feel awkward about writing this...

May you please chill out?

=Slipinslider Jun 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

(Oops, my bad- that was way too formal! You're right.) I'm chillin'... I love this poem, K.Q., and I love you, because you are a true friend! I'm corny, but this poem... isn't. It's beautiful and you're beautiful to write it and I feel... like a friend should feel: happy and proud to be yours.

~Life-Is-Oppurtunity Jun 5, 2012 Student Writer

D'aww, now that was the more appropriate response. Very good

lol. Thanks for thinking so, and I love you too. I'm proud to be your friend too... Even if you outted me for being nice!

=Slipinslider Jun 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yippee!!!

It's your fault- your lovable. Mine, too, I'm... also lovable, but not as good a poet as you. Woo-hoo! A better poet wrote about me!

Sooo proud. Oh, shit, sorry. But, you're also mean to me, which I like. Lessee... you also think my jokes are lame... and that I'm a wuss cuz I suck at insults, and... all that is just you being truthful. I can take it! Continue to be mean. Now I can't live without it.

~Life-Is-Oppurtunity Jun 5, 2012 Student Writer

Your poets aren't as good because you're like "lemme write stanza one today.. lemme write stanza two, three days later." That's why

lol.

You should be sorry, you cold hearted jerk! I will continue being mean.. I got you addicted, mwahaha! You know... every time I hear a lame joke now, I think of you. And eery time I hear a wussy comeback, I think of you too, because your joke or comeback/lame insult break the scale of "sucky" to "never talk again."

=Slipinslider Jun 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Why you meanie! *Sob*

My poetry muse is on a vacay! That's I'm so slooooow. I can't help being all structured and shit when I work out my poems- that's my techie training. But I spell better than you.

Guilty as charged. I throw myself upon the mercy of the court! Your honor, is it too late to plead insanity? Hah! Yesss, you do, have me addicted you meanie! Stop laughin' at me, dammit! Well, at least you think of me.

And don't suck anymore at that okay? You biscuit-brained bug!

~Life-Is-Oppurtunity Jun 5, 2012 Student Writer

MY spelling isn't as good because I don't re-read what I write UNLESS I feel that what I'm talking to the person about is really important and meaningful. Or I do re-read it, accidentally delete some wrong letters (refer to "eery" supposed to be every) My papers for school are flawless though, I'll have you know

Your muse-y, muse-y ness is on vacay? Well tell it to come home or it's fired :3 And don't blame your techie training, you should know better when it's okay to use and not okay

Nah, I know you're insane, so I get it. I will never stop laughing at you.. Biscuit-brained bug? Seriously? What are you, six

lol. You're worse than "suck."

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