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Graduation DayGraduation Day:

They told us we would be alright...

We had fought with honour and won our titles.

We had overcome trials together -

Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.

For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;

A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.

All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.

Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...

There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.

Walking miles across the scorching desert,

Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.

Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -

Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned.
You don't just die.Do you understand?
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Hearts
Souls
And sanity.

Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
Everyone dies
Everyone cries
Everyone suffers
From YOUR goodbyes.

Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
With you.
They Called Her UglyThey called her ugly
and she screamed that she was beautiful
because that is what she believed
and They screamed twice as loud
and They left a small scar on her arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They called her ugly
and she yelled that she was beautiful
because that is what she thought she was
and They yelled three times as loud
and They left a bigger scar on her other arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They called her ugly
and she said that she was beautiful
because that is what she hoped
and They just said it louder
and They left a scar on face that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They call
I wish...I wish I was a monster
So I could be kind
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was colored
So I could respect people
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was a man
So I could be kind to women
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had male friends
So we could all be..
Just friends
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had autism
So I could prove that autism,
Does NOT mean "dumb".
And I could break the stereotypes.

I wish I could change the world.
But sometimes, you can't break a stereotype.

Only stereotypes, can break you.
Lingerhow can i move forward,
when the fingerprints of my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys?
i am just waiting, for the day,
when the saddest parts of me
are overcome with songs of serenity.
Pretty Blue PillsPretty blue pills,
shiny in my palm,
the ticket to my peace,
to my eternal calm.

They're so perfectly round,
and soon they'll be in me.
The closest to perfect
that I'll ever be.

They go down so smooth.
Five, ten, fifteen and twenty.
Soon I'll be gone.
Twenty-five and Thirty.

That should be enough,
but I'll play it safe.
Thirty-five and forty.
Now I have no more to take.

The bottle is empty,
as empty as I feel.
None of this is happening,
too good to be real.

But soon I start to drift
into a dark unknown fog.
Somewhere quite distantly.
I hear a muffled sob.

But I blow it off as fake.
Nobody could possibly care.
I doubt anyone's noticed
th
PhantomWhen life
or fate
or whatever it is
that puts things together
and takes them apart...
when It
amputated you,
it left me
with a phantom
limb
and you are still attached
to my body
when I dance
and make love
alone
ten ways this breakup isn't meant for the movies1.
you go out for twelve eggs and come back
with half a dozen and a new girlfriend.
you hold the eggs out to me like
six dead birds is enough of a peace offering.

2.
i push the eggs out of your hand and stay
with my hand over your heart as i watch them
fall. if they do not hit the ground, this is all a dream.

3.
the eggs smash on the tile and splatter
on the cherry wood cabinets, newly installed
that cost me two paychecks.

3.
the egg whites hit your leather shoes that
you’ve worn for two months straight
because you think they make you look more sophisticated.

3.
the egg whites hit the fridge halfway up, barely touching
the moose mag
Dear friend,You have to understand, dear
The reason to why I run.
I run away from reality
From the lungs that cannot
Take anymore smoke
From the heart that threatens to
Stop...
I run away because 
I'm a coward
Because I'm afraid of life
Afraid to care or love.
I'm afraid that every time
I'm glad it blows up in my face
And that every time I smile
I shed a million more tears.
That's why I run, dear 
You have to understand.
I was destined to be a fighter but
I don't want to fight anymore.
I was destined to be a warrior
But how am I supposed to win when
The war I fight is against life itself?
I know that I  always blow everything up but-
I keep stepping on mines, dear...
                          ...I keep stepping on mines...
ellipsisshe goes to sleep
clawing at her chest with pinpoint accuracy
for an emptiness she can’t describe,
but hates all the same. tomorrow

she will write a letter: “dear boy,
i always wanted to be somebody’s
flowery poem, but the verses carved in my arms
are riddled with ugly clichés. & you are why

i don’t sleep through the night. if
we were a language, i was the
subordinating conjunction, you were

the punctuation.

i remember you in staccato
conclusions, solemn absences
of goodbye”
TearsI am not afraid to cry.

I am not afraid for you to see the tears

My tears.

Don’t tell me I have no heart.

Don’t tell me I have no soul.

For without them I could not cry.

You may not see my tears but they are there.

I have learned to let myself cry for the things I’ve loved,

For the things I’ve lost.

They are silent tears, but they are mine.

So let me cry.

Let me show you I have a heart.

Let the things that touch my heart be shown through my tears.

I am not afraid to cry.
Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulder
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul

To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes

Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity
Remnants
Hold on to my sanity every single day
I’m not gonna fall.
Those hungry, greedy holes you left
They start calling.

Just like a cold-blooded murderer
You use every heart you can find
When will you ever be satisfied?

You destroy everything you build
and tear everyone you love
Just to die and start over again.
Replay, replay, replay...
Until you grow weaker, and weaker.

You never destroyed me.
I destroyed myself to forget you.
I die every day in an endless cycle,
The rotating remnants of revolting hearts.

Just like water, I choke and swallow.
I mirror your mind, your thoughts, and your desire
And just like Narcissus, you fall deeper and
I'm a monsterWe all have little monsters in us
that whisper ugly words into our ears.
My soul is at war, it is a fight
between the human and the monster in me,
and I fear... that the monster will win.

The monster controls me...
it forces me to think the worst of others
and it tells me to isolate myself,
to protect myself from those evil humans.
The monster dictates my every move,
I must pretend that I am a human...
lest anyone think of me as a monster.

The human inside of me has long died
and the seemingly innocent person you see  
is nothing but a disgusting monster
hiding in the body of another,
preying on the weaknesses -
the weaknesses of those fra
EternityThe altar is bloodied
A drama just happened
She cut  her veins
He sliced his throat

Their love was toxic
Death was the only antidote for to be unites eternity
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Pulling out the kind of nature that only your ankles can touch,
you guess God's name and tell me how similar we look without any skin.

"Hush, darling," you said. "We don't have to share the same universe today."

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~ballonrouge3 May 8, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
i almost forgot how much i love your writing
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~conformityphobe May 10, 2012
I'm really glad that you enjoyed it. ♥
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~Kit-Kat-Tik-Tak Mar 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're so abstract. Augustus Waters would applaud you then mimick tipping his nonexistent hat. I'm thinking for the occasion of letting his ears bast in the soundwaves of your work he would don a Mario hat to tickle you're fancy. Or possibly, if a pinata was in the location and if you were feeling frisky he would feed your senses with a sombero. That is a cat food commerical reference incause you waited to late at the curb of the lazy river to catch the drift that was an aftershock of the current Posiden created for my arrival. I'm so peeved off right now, turns out, according to an unknown source who trek the virutal ground on Quizilla I am a daughter of Artemist-the VIRGINAL goddess. Excuse me kind manger of Kentucky Fried Chicken who gives into sterotypes regauring their decent, but we have an emmaculate contraction. I'm thinking maybe the big bang theory, actual theory not popular witty T.V show that has penetrated even Frat's aggorance bubble, could apply here. Maybe I was a knowledge baby like Athena and popped right out of her head. That's one theory. Another theory is that the quiz maker was unversed (KINGDOM HEARTS BIRTH BY SLEEP HEARTLESS) in Sex Ed. tisk tisk tisk
This is me and you know who's song, it fits our blocked commication path that is cleared by carbohydrates: [link]
Me and Angeline have plans.
Oh and kudos-Last night I had a dream you and Chris talked about the semmantics that differed Tacos and Quesdias. Romance was in the air as well as this fellow. [link] HOT DAMN. He distrubed a family of birds. And Narwhals. The backdrop for your squabble was an interactive green screen.
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~conformityphobe Mar 8, 2012
I caught your drift from the beginning, and rode it down stream as I listened to your brain tick.
Possibly such civilians that troll about Quizilla believe that they have supernatural powers to decipher one's future. Unfortunately, it's probably just a present thing. Since your a virgin now, and insistant on it, it pegged you to be spawn to the virginal goddess. Are you picking up what I'm putting down?
Also, in such a scenario where you should him the song, I wonder what his initial reaction would be. We are not aware of how worldy he is in pop culture, and such.
I want to relive this dream, this time with my knowledge, and have conversations with Chris forever. Even if it is only about the long war between Tacos and Quesadias(hopefully there will be a google nearby in which I can use to my advantage and learn the full scope that is the Mexican food universe).
Does this green screen have the capability to portray dancing cats being chased around by the "It's a Monday" guy? I want thi to happen more than you know.
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~Kit-Kat-Tik-Tak Mar 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
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[link] (me and Richie are going to put our vocal chords in duel enrollment to sing and rap this song.)
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