[x]

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"

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

lifelinesI fear the sound of sparrows
and the density of leaves
against dew-muffled blades
of grass,

and I'm drowning
in the sky.

My skin has learned how
to peel itself off
without causing a commotion
in my marrows or
even show the slightest hint
of pain,
and my heart has learned how
to hush the stars in their wake
and keep it all a secret.

There's a sea in my mouth
and I can't swim.

There are lifelines
cast like these and it will
all end with the same tragedy.

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)

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

Ashes on the SandWe put you in
a crystal box
small enough for me
to hold in my
hands
(and that thought gives me
chill bumps)
The tide was high
where we took you
and I remember thinking
how pointless it was
(you were just going to wash
up on the shore)
Everyone was quiet
and some people cried
and as you were tossed
out to sea like so
many grains of sand
I thought how much
I missed you
(Now I think how much
I hate you
for leaving)

PerfectEver had the feeling where you can't stop looking at a picture?
Your gorgeous face makes me smile
Go weak at the knees
Makes me giggle like a little girl

Those morning texts
All day conversations
Random silly things like that
Make me smile

I see the led light flash the colours I've set for when I get a message from you
My heart flutters
My cheeks flush
I go deaf to the world when I'm reading a message from you

If your down
I'm always there for you
I know you don't want to worry me
I know you want me to smile
But I'm always here for you
No matter how you feel
I'd prefer to help
Than for you to be down

Your gorgeous eyes
Are mesmerising
You

A Charmed LifeDoll-faced men and sinkholes, ancient tombstones
Leaves piled ankle-deep, falling down
Old wells, old graves, old friends lost
Pirate adventures in Neverland
Don't go into that barn

Ponchoboy and Rangergirl rise from the ashes
From the cold river, from afar
Remember before they were born, how they
Held hands and jumped into the world
Don't go into that school

Ladybugs, pennies, notes from the dead sun eclipse
Scrape the inside of your skull for clues
All the old dreams are still there, petrified
You are a rock of ages gibbering
Don't go into that factory

weight of the worldand suddenly--
it was like the world decided that
it didn't want to carry its burden any longer,
so it shifted the weight
into the hollows of my bones
and told me that
it was my problem now.

UntitledThere is a loneliness that can
come to subsistence in man
deeper than the great
submarine sinkhole of Belize;

a crawling phthalo blue sadness
stolen off of a Picasso palette
of familiar numbing pains.

I recall having heard them
as they bid adieu- to me,
another newly extinct species;

some of us are meant for doom
like stellar sea cows, with only
our skeletal frames remaining.

Our squeaks muted all too soon
in the darkness of the shade.

So it goes: life can drag
a few of us blow by blow,
skewing our limbs and broiling
our skins by very heavy venom.

You Are BlindYou see a picture.
A girl with a smile on her face.

She looks beautiful.
She wasn't going anyway fancy.
But she wore her black make up.
And her brand new top.

But that isn't what I see...

Look a little closer...
Can't you see the tears that have just been wiped away?

Look a little closer...
Can't you see her right fist clenched,
Fumbling for her over strap bag?

Look a little closer...
Can't you see the left hand grip her long sleeve for dear life?

Look a little closer...
Can't you see her mind is running with thoughts tonight?

Look a little closer...
And maybe you'd have seen the warning signs....

Browse More Like This

Download File
HTML, 1.3 KB more ▶

More from ~oXInvaderEmiXo

EaZr - You Came Back?Zim stopped his car at the front of the house and sighed. It had been a year since he left, and he hated himself more and more each day. He grew more and more frightened that Emi might o something to herself, each and every second of the days he had stayed away. But he had to, to make sure that the small family wouldn't crumble. Zim slammed his fist in the dashboard, leaving a small indent there, amount a few other he punched. He sighed and stepped out of the car. He glanceup, towards Emi's room and saw blackout curtain hanging there. He growled at them and the probable meaning behind them. He walked up to the door and knocked on the door, tr

Three Simple Words"I hate you."

Those words rang in Zim's head. They repeated themselves over and over again and they drove him crazy.

Zim felt hurt. Betrayed, almost.

So many emotions threatened to consume him. He couldn''t take it.

In a fit of pure rage, he took one of the cushions from the couch and ripped it in half.

That didn't make him feel any better.

He took the entire couch, holding it over his head for a moment, and then slinging it against the television, shattering the entire screen, shards of glass flying this way and that.

He stormed into the kitchen and ripped the tablecloth to shreds. He then took the table and held it over his head, lik

If IZ was real - Chapter 2They day went on very quickly for the group. Zim and Dib began to get used to the constant surrounding of the two girls. As they day went by, they became better and better friends. They had made plans for Friday, tomorrow, to go to the movies, and then sleep over at Emi's house.

The final bell rang, and the group walked out of the room, laughing at the jokes they were saying to each other. The boys were holding each other's hands and the girls were walking on either side of them. They took turns visiting each other's lockers, still laughing.

At Emi's locker, Zim finally parted from Dib, to go into his locker and grab his things, as Emi did

If IZ was real - Chapter 1Emi walked to school and sighed. "Mondays…." She growled to the air. She continued to walk to school, with the same attitude, until he saw he friend, Demi, at the front door waiting for her. Emi smiled and walked a little faster towards her friend. "Hey, Dem."

Demi looked at her and smiled, "Hello."

Both girls walked into the school talking about what had happened during the weekend. A ZADR Festival came, and both girl went, but wit Hough each other. Emi giggled as she remembered a man with Zim and Dib puppets.

Both girls walked to the end of the hall and then parted to walk to their lockers, knowing they'd see each other in first per

MaZr - ConfessionMimz sighed, sliding off her wig. "You know Zim... I didn't start doing this just because I'm you're sister...."

"Exactly.. You did it so everyone would believe my story now." Zim said, almost ignoring his sister.

"NO ZIM!!!...." She stepped in front of Zim, blocking his veiw and got in his face. "You are so IGNORANT!!!! You have missed everything I've said, done.... YOU IGNORE ME!!!!"

Zim snapped his head up when he felt water splashing on him.

"DAMNIT ZIM!!!! I SEARCHED FOR YOU FOR FIVE YEARS!!! AND YOU JUST IGNORE ME!!!"

Mimz met her hand with Zim's cheek, and then ran into the next room. Zim stared blankly at the wall, confused. He

View Gallery · View Prints

Featured in Groups:

Not currently featured in any groups.

Details

Submitted: December 13, 2011
File Size: 1.3 KB

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 10
Favourites: 2 [who?]
Views: 68 (0 today)
Downloads: 2 (0 today)

[x]

It's my Destiny

by ~oXInvaderEmiXo, Dec 13, 2011, 1:41:36 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Her destiny
Is to become
A political speaker
To help the world
From what it is now
To help everyone

His destiny
Is to become
An army soldier
To protect us all
From people who threaten us
To help everyone

My destiny
Is to be alone
Forever, lonely
One way or another
Alone from being hurt
To be used by everyone

Used
Cheated
Dead
Broken
Sobbing

Because of my destiny

One
Died
And lastly
Told me to
Never forget
His name

Two
till
Five
Used me
For the fun

Six
Fought
And we lost
Each other
Never to speak
Till later
When guilt
Hurts

Seven
Hurt the most
Used
And never
To live on
From this

I am forever to be destined
To be alone

No one will ever
Call me theirs
Forever

I am drained

Drained of emotion

I will never be able

To trust
To love
To be me

Ever again

For it is
My Destiny

It's my Destinyby ~oXInvaderEmiXo

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2011-2013 ~oXInvaderEmiXo

God... I hurt like hell...

~EmoDoeyBoey Dec 13, 2011

No one will ever
Call me theirs
Forever

LIES!

Chu be mine! >8U

Reply

~oXInvaderEmiXo Dec 13, 2011 Student Writer

Lol Thanks...

But I meant to be in a relationship...

Reply

~EmoDoeyBoey Dec 13, 2011

RelationSHIP
FreindSHIP

Reply

~oXInvaderEmiXo Dec 13, 2011 Student Writer

friEND
BoyfriEND
GirlfriEND

Reply

~EmoDoeyBoey Dec 13, 2011

Girlfriend

Reply

~oXInvaderEmiXo Dec 13, 2011 Student Writer

lol

Reply

~EmoDoeyBoey Dec 13, 2011

I'm just sayin'

IM SUCH A STUD MUFFIN.... MAH MILKSAKE BRINGS ALL DA GIRLS TO DA YARD

Reply

~oXInvaderEmiXo Dec 13, 2011 Student Writer

lol

Reply

Previous
Next