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I'm Fine"Are you okay?"
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."

Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,

I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing your mother's cigarettes and your father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)

I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My mother threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that girls are not supposed to have such dreams.).

He

Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphine
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
filled up
with nothing.

& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
but-

I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.

I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
tiger-striped skin.

With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,

I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.

I'm the little girlI'm the little girl
who doesn't sleep very well

I'm the little girl
Who writes in the dark

I'm the little girl
Who barely see's what's going down

I'm the little girl
With the pills in her hand
who doesn't know what it's like to be gone

Stress Relief"Stress Relief"

I want to hang a punching bag in my room
And beat it repeatedly until
It leaves a mess that needs a broom
And there's no more stuffing filled

I want to bring a lighter to my face
And burn away my bloodshot eyes
So I can't witness self-disgrace
So I can't see who I despise

I want someone who I can drown
Until water encompasses their flesh
They must promise to bring me down
By rope our hands are tightly meshed

I want to be punched in the head so hard
I'm knocked back into yesterday
Just leave me laying in the dark
And maybe I'll forget my ways

I want to scream into my shirt
Until my lung capacity explodes
I'll continue unt

Morning Light“Morning Light”

These hills that I’ve traversed
Within each and every verse
Have led me to believe
In all the things I see
And where I am right now
I could never imagine how
I have gotten myself to stand
On my own two feet again

I thought I could never dream
Or at least in what I mean
Or maybe this is fake
And these thoughts I can not shake
So sad and unaware
Bad thoughts are always there
Floating in my head
Taunting me instead

I don’t want to be naïve
And believe in what I see
But this thing called pressure
Is more than I can measure
Anxiety never disappears
Even though the ones I fear
Have finally gone away
I st

Rain, Rain Go Away"Rain, Rain Go Away"

The sun set as she walked away that day
And it rained and rained for days to come
He became used to gazing at skies of grey
But man oh man he sure did miss that sun

Day by day his light began to fade
As he thought "Dear God, what have I done?"
His own tears would mix with the rain
Because God Almighty he missed that sun

Meanwhile water continued to shower
Throughout this lonesome phase
Even droopy were those flowers
From the bouquet he made last May

He tried to cover his wounds
By changing on random nights
But the answer he already knew
No intensity would ever match that light

Everywhere he went, clouds followed alon

What I See"What I See"

In all these city streets
Where people look the same
The only one I see
Is the one that has your face
And all these city sounds
Where echoes ring in pain
The only sound I hear
Is the calling of your name

And all the leaves that change
On all these sturdy trees
Can never mean a thing
Unless you're here with glee
And all the roses bloom
And blossom in the night
For you I'd pick out one
And hold it in the light

And all the doves that fly
In all these lonely times
Are completely unaware
How much I raise you high
And where they go I know
Doesn't matter when
They are in their flight
Together they stay friends

And all the ones that

Insert creative title here.sometimes I hate the idea
of talking

I rather eat the autumn
skies crushing cold air between my molars
and hiding shaky hands
between pages of dictionaries
and clickclickclicking sounds of typewriters

you asked me why I wrote poems
on the soles of my shoes
and I told you

it was because I wanted to
imprint myself on the earth
then I can create beauty
even if I am not

Stay Young"Stay Young"

Remember when the only thing to do in the morning
Was lay in bed and watch cartoons?
Nothing else then seemed important
And we didn't get out of bed until noon.

Remember when after school every day
We would play tag in the park?
We couldn't be told what to say
And we'd run around like fools until dark

But now that we've become older
Making transitions to new frames of mind
Life is weighing down like boulders
And things suddenly aren't as fine

We can't help but think; we can't help but worry
Some say life will just begin
But it seems no matter how fast we hurry
We're in a race we just can't win

We're in a tunnel that has no l

Star Shine"Star Shine"

The moon is rising once again
And here you are, my dear best friend
Take my hand and feel my grace
Let's make haste and leave no trace

In this gentle night of calm
Place your hand onto my arms
Through the trees there is this space
Heaven watches; we embrace

Feel the passion; just imagine
All the good things that can happen
Like a dream, I'll paint the scene
As we follow star shine's beam

Let's keep walking; always talking
Ignore the shadows haunt and stalking
I'm not complaining that it's raining
The scene is stunning like a painting

Don't look back onto your past
Leave it like a ripped up rag
Eyes are focused on this time
T

SinkingRecently I've been sinking
Like a stone into a pond
Having skimmed across the surface
Of life for far too long

Please may I have a new heart
Along with a new mind
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not this time

Recently I've been sinking
Into myself like quicksand
No one sees as it swallows me
Each grain a mislaid plan

Please may I crawl inside your love
Mingle hearts until the end
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not again

Recently I've been sinking
Such an overused metaphor
But one which is cathartic
When choosing to explore

That I could save you my love
And in time you could save me
As fear and

Hold On"Hold On"

Come on, kid
Please don't disappear
We have a better place for you
That's far away from here

You have to get better
We always wanted a son
Let the medicine run it's course
This battle is not yet won

I know you're not breathing
The doctors told me why
They told me you're not leaving
And maybe you could die

There are plenty who love you
Waiting at our home
Mommy fixed your crib
This bed is not a throne

This is the third time I've been
In a hospital this year
The others didn't go well
I lost many who were dear

I ran away to find myself
Because I was once lost
I needed to see what was important
Paths were so criss-crossed

But I'v

Rag dollI am the type of girl who hides in forts
Bruised knees drawn up book in hand
Surrounded by cascading towers of paper backs
And a sea of empty tea cups with chipped edges
Folded into a chrysalises of sonnets and haphazard haiku's
Patched upon one another

-My mind
just can't
seem to

s h u t u p.

Too many "fuck you's"
that morph into
"I'm sorry's"
drip off this
dagger-tongue
like acid.

Monster.
Grotesque.
Liar.
Erratic.

Try and make it better. Fail. Try again. Break down.

So many faults
that seem to just
turn me into someone
I'm not.

Look into the mirror. See nothing but a clone. Fabrication. No longer me.

I stare and want
to break that glass
so that I can also
b r e a k.

Try and say something. Turns into nothing but rage. Take it out on you.

This shattered heart
only wants to make it
better
and become one again.

"I want to hate you."
"But I can't."
"So I hate me instead."
"But

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When Your Best is Not Good Enough

by *UntamedUnwanted, Mar 1, 2013, 1:26:38 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Don't speak.
Don't move.
Don't think.
Don't dream.
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't cry.
Don't laugh.
Don't smile.
Don't frown.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
Don't breathe.
Don't exist....

And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.

When Your Best is Not Good Enoughby *UntamedUnwanted

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

All relationships are fucking complicated. Whether it is with your mother, father, brother, sister, husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend or friend. No matter how hard you try to make someone smile, no matter how much affection they get, no matter what you do. You are difficult, hard to please when you are broken and people will always want space from you when you do something even remotely small wrong...because you're just not the kind of person people want to be around.

{Let your lungs become glass...and feel them break on the inside...piece after painful piece.}

~~mad 0 0~~

~PurpleObsessedNinja Apr 9, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I'd totally want to hang around you. You aren't difficult, you aren't hard to please. SO. Ahem. I think that's all.

OH! I looooove you! in a completely just friends over the internet way!

hope you're okay.

~silveranklets Apr 3, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

in the end people will judge you anyway, so live your life by impressing yourself. not others.

this can get confusing, but you'll eventually, hopefully, figure out what really makes you happy and what doesn't

~Crystal-Magic13 Mar 20, 2013

Well, you're the kind of person I want to be around.

I wish I could tell your mother, father, brother, sister,
husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend and friend, because it's true.

~LightOverpowers58 Mar 8, 2013 Student Writer

The truth about love escapes the grasp of human understanding, yet forever we strive to unveil that which is held within the shadows.
"Let your lungs become glass...and feel them break on the inside...piece after painful piece."

Sometimes it is only after glass breaks that we see true beauty in the shards left behind, awaiting the glue that binds. (though the breaths lost can never be regained, they can be captured in those breathless, cherished moments when we are momentarily whole)

Sometime we say "just give me a reason" but yearn instead to say "give me love"....

Hope is that infinitesimal thing...the thing that floats with the wind yet pads our heads at night...hope, is the thing with feathers (fleeting, mindless fluff)

~mintybreeze Mar 13, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Agreed.

~LightOverpowers58 Mar 26, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you.

~HippieSway Mar 5, 2013

You're so right, damn

~DyskoDelThunderback Mar 4, 2013

Some people cannot be pleased.

~The-Mysterious-J Mar 3, 2013

Do you have troubles with your boyfriend?

~LordOfTheRingsFan Mar 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I think this can apply not just to relationships, but to life in general. It seems that all interaction with people is this way. As I get older I feel more and more afraid of doing something wrong, of not being what people want me to be. I'm afraid of disappointing people. And I'm afraid that if I'm not good enough for anyone, I will end up alone. So I simply do whatever people want, do whatever they tell me to, change into whatever they want me to be.

Sorry for such a long comment but I've been searching and searching for a way to convey this very concept, and you've done it beautifully. Nice work.

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