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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.

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"

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..

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.

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

Ode to the boy with diamonds for eyesI think we were a collision course waiting to happen
And when I think back to the day when we first
Stumbled across one another, red sneakers hanging off gutters
Cherry cola voice overs and dilated pupils
We led one another on to believe in the night sky of connect the dot constellations

You wanted to dissect me and peer into the insides of my lungs
Only to find witches breath and dandelions
Slicing iron vowels you locked your hands in mine
And we fell into the static of dreaming disease
The operating table broke away to reveal a sky that never existed
And we couldn't help but laugh at the irony
Because wishing was never an option
The ane

Our MasksThe masks we wear are perfect
Never loose and rarely tight
They keep us safe from others
And keep our demons out of sight

They smile when we are broken
And laugh when we simply must
No blemish or imperfection
A creation that will never rust.

I seldom ever remember
Who I am without my mask
That to peel off that layer
Is such a daunting task

All others carry one as well
Wherever they may go
And no matter what is on their minds
Only the molded mask will show.

The lies they preach in public
Or the scars along their wrists
Are left mute to others knowledge
Ignorance is such a splendid gift

My mask is oh so perfect
Not a crack will show
Alway

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.

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

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.

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.

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

Lost In ConfusionLost In Confusion

My mind is spinning without a rest
Emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on..

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A roller-coaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noises echo

Deactivatedthere are voids and black holes
and wounds,
papercuts sinking deep into
finger fissures
only to meet the unmarred love
of bones, strong and
bare and pure.

dark oceans are bleached
into tears that leave nothing
but sea salt in my lips

and my words are injustice
to the death of
your poetry.

this is me
drowning,
trying to be
you

trying to preserve the ardor
of your words
and the honey sweet taste
of your passion

it's also
how my lungs work
(when I don't read something from you
I die more than a little on the inside).

With This RingWith this ring,

I swear to keep myself pure.

To not give myself away until the night of my marriage,

To the one whom God has chosen for me.

With this ring,

I swear to avoid the temptations

That may lead me astray

And defile me.

With this ring

I swear to not only keep my body pure,

But to keep pure my mind.

To not think perverted thoughts,

To not corrupt myself from within.

With this ring,

I swear that all of what I am will be pure

For he who is to be my husband.

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This crazy little thingThis crazy little thing that drive men mad
And makes them act on natural instincts;
Can have an end result, for both, so bad
It feels like both hearts have been crushed by cleats.
Good intentions would be shown by one,
Even if they don't act logically,
Yet the other would simply just say, "Done,"
Then add one more failure to their tally.
But this thing can be good in the long run
Crossing any kind of boundary there is,
Real or imagined, not a single one.
At any age it makes both act like kids.
Yes! It can have a very happy end,
Though some just cannot get past the first bend.

There are timesThere are times that we can screw up so much
That we cannot forgive ourselves for it.
Longing for a comforting and soft touch
To remind us not to ever submit.
I can be reassured a thousand times
That our friendship will never, ever end;
But I feel accused of multiple crimes
And this friendship may not ever amend.
Maybe I'm just over thinking indeed
And I should not have to ever worry.
They have not rejected me like a weed
And accused me guilty like a jury.
Why then am I still frustrated with this?
Maybe my heart and mind were just amiss.

Summer's RainOn a summer's night
The rain constantly pours down
And sooths uptight minds.

The dark thunderclouds
Gently roll by without care,
With booms soft and low.

The wind has picked up
And has blown the pouring rain
In through the window.

Tiny birds chirping
To the rhythm of the rain;
They keep on singing.

The Blank PageI just stare
The blank page in front of me
Empty
Waiting

What to write?
What to say?
What to make?

Should it be for fame?
Or maybe fortune?
Or just for fun?

I can put down anything, whatever I wish.
Something creative,
A story
A song
A poem
A picture;
Or something logical,
An essay
A report
An outline
A graph.

Whatever I put down
I will not know the outcome.
Will others like it?
Will it look neat?
Will I even finish it?

I just stare
The full page in front of me
I go on to the next.

Oh death, why do you take?Oh death, why do you have to take away
All that I have not gotten to know yet?
You took him away, and now I must pay
The price of loss of one I have not met.
I did not know a thing about the guy,
Only from family I have known him.
And yet, I feel I am living a lie,
His brothers have failed to fill in for him.
The ones whom I feel have made an attempt
Are those whom I am not joined to in blood.
They make my kin look like they have contempt
For my well being, my family is a dud.
Yet I still will forever be wishing
For this special piece that I am missing.

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Scars

by ~zuko4444, Jan 18, 2013, 9:25:48 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Please don't hide
Your gorgeous arms covered with marks
From anguish.

Please don't hide
Your beautiful legs covered with stripes
From agony.

I see those scars and feel pity.
They make me want to be like a loving father
Kissing a child's wound to make it better,
To make the pain go away;
And then engulf you in a loving embrace
So you won't feel alone.

Everyone has issues,
Everyone has scars.
Some are clear as a summer's day,
Some are deep in the abyss of the mind.
I'm no exception.

I want to find them
And heal them.

So I can heal you.

Scarsby ~zuko4444

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Something I wrote as sort of "response" to all the emo/cutting poetry/posts I've seen on deviantart and tumblr. I'm willing to listen if you need someone to talk to

~darcylander Jan 18, 2013

well, I'd hope you would want to be helpful regardless or whether a person has "Scars"

also, I don't think you have to worry about them "Hiding them" any time soon, emos love to show off that way. after all, this is a response to the amount of poetry you have read here from people being really open about it.

~zuko4444 Jan 18, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Of course!

Now that I think about it, this can also be a message to those who aren't willing to be open about their issues, be it physical or mental.

~darcylander Jan 18, 2013

I see, I'm just saying, the way you made it sound, it kinda seems almost like you are encouraging self-destruction. calling the cuts beautiful and whatnot

~zuko4444 Jan 18, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Not really, I'm just stating that their bodies are beautiful, they're just covered in scars from self-harm.

~darcylander Jan 18, 2013

I just said it SOUNDED like it.

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