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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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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)

Honesty Written

from the

heart.

No eraser.

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.

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you need nothing else
Completely different things
but yet so much the same

A yummy waffle and a strong ladle
the combination is definitely fatal
but don't fear for your life
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A caring waffle and a kind ladle
The words they write are for the good of all
lots of hugs and big bright smiles
Working hard for a better tomorrow

A waffle and a ladle
two simple items I give to you
Use them wisely young one, for if you don't
they'll disappear and leave you in the midst of the chaos

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Never ask me for advice on love
for I know nothing on the concept
Some see it as a beautiful thing, like a dove
I see it as something painful and indirect

Love is indeed something I yearn for
but my picture of it is very unclear
The ones I've meet claimed it was love but it was only a lure
I believe that it's deep true feelings that one holds dear

If you ever find yourself questioning if it's "Love"
ask yourself if you like just the appearance or whats truly within
If the feelings are mutual take the chance and raise above
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Always blames self for others misfortunes
Forgets that this isn't an anime and does stupid things
Feels a need to obsess over a fictional character
Loves to imagine amazing scenarios that will never happen
Evenly cuts the cake
Silently dreams a dream what will never come true
Cries in the midst of the night over inexplicable travesties
Has a L plushie
Always eats chocolate chip pancakes despite the fact that my name is waffles
Never leaves something that uneven or out of order unattended

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Sleep doesn't come easy to me anymore
I always feel like I'm being watched as I lie under the sheets
It's red eyes are staring deep into my core
It doesn't move an inch but it's very presence makes my heart beat

I don't move for It would surely attack
I'm petrified and my legs have become numb
Sympathy and sanity is what It lacks
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I hear It creep slowly from It's hideaway
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Invisible

by ~WafflesxSyrup, May 31, 2012, 10:59:47 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I know whats it's like to be invisible
That horrible feeling of misery you get when your abandoned
To feel alone, yet your surrounded by millions of people
To be jealous of their smiling faces as they laugh with their friends
How much you wish that you could be like them
To be surrounded by loved ones to acknowledge you for who you are
Not who you want to be
Sometimes I build up the courage to speak up and try to be noticed
But it only results in failure
They push you back into the shadows of the world and continue on like you never existed
It makes you question you existence
Why were you born? Am I here for a reason? Will anyone care if I die?
These questions keep coming and soon pushes some over the edge
They've had enough of not being noticed
So they pick up the gun with their cold shaking hands
They push the cold metal up against their heads
And pull the trigger
Then they're noticed
They're gun shot was heard by all the oblivious ears
Even the deaf can hear they're screams of pain and remorse
All eyes now lay upon the invisible
This is all they could do to be noticed
The ones that are blamed say empty words of sympathy and regret
But they will never know what it is like
To be invisible

Invisibleby ~WafflesxSyrup

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Heres another emotional vent for me :3
I really appreciate how much you guys liked my last poem, it was very unexpected and made me happy!

This was inspired by my friend. The first line is his, "I know whats it's like to be invisible." Sadly, I'm never going to show him this poem. Nor' will I probably end up helping him. He doesn't want my help. But I can relate that line so much ^^

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one

~PepperTaco Jun 4, 2012 Student General Artist

This is really good and emotional! It's scary how true this is for some people... and he has NO idea what it's like to be invisible! Especially when he ignores you and has Duck crawling all over him!

~WafflesxSyrup Jun 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Ikr

It made me incredibly mad and depressed so I immediately wrote this afterwords. He will never read it though!!

~PepperTaco Jun 4, 2012 Student General Artist

That's horrible! We can force him to read it!

~WafflesxSyrup Jun 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

No one will be forcing him to read anything!

I don't want to look anymore like a freak to him then I already do.

~PepperTaco Jun 5, 2012 Student General Artist

~WafflesxSyrup Jun 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

*IRideAMagicalLadle May 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Your friend is invisible?!

dude....that means hes a ninja!

hes probably the most epic and awsome ninja every to walk this earth!!!!!

Yes I know what he really means

but every cloud can have a silver lining yes no?

~WafflesxSyrup May 31, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

He says he's a ninja all the time xD (Actually, that friend is my crush

He posted is status as that on FB, but he ignored my text earlier so I'm not going to bother to make him feel better >.<)

It made me super depressed because he makes me feel this way...I wanna stab him in deh face O3o

*IRideAMagicalLadle Jun 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

OOh yes I know the feeling XD

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