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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.

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 –

You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
For you.

Dear fucked society,Dear fucked up society,
Why do you take our rights?
Our human rights?
To who we love?
To who we are.. To our image?
Tell me.

You force images down our throat;
Images of airbrushed, false looking
people. You want people to look
more skinny and cause anorexia,
More along the hidden line that
you dig under the ground like
a dead forgotten body yet always there

You show us that its not right to be gay,
lesbian, bi-sexual or transgendered..
And then wonder why the suicide rate is
so fucking high. You cause the nightmares
and terrors of our family not accepting us
our

Telling Childhood Goodnight.They were the fearless whispers through the starless night.
They were the pounding feet through the cobbled streets,
Screaming out for everything.
They were the fleeting memories of a time long gone by,
Blown away in the wind to a far away sky,
Where the air is cold and the stars never shine.

Memories leave their traces behind,
The scars on my legs from a day long gone by.
I was climbing a rock,
That would forever leave me with a flaw.

They were the youthful cries, screaming out.
They were the glowing eyes, on a fearless march,
Racing down the cobbled streets, blazing out for all to see.
The beacon of light that is now dying out,
I never wanted it to go away.
Everything is changing at a speed I can’t match,
I am drifting further every day.

It makes me want to cry that the best and worst days of my life,
Are being pushed away with every day that passes by.
I want to hold on
But each day I lose more ground.
Soon they will be gone without even a sound.

Th

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)

Silent and GoneAlong the blue streams of those who were simplistically glassed, I drag my wooden, empty coffin; it contains only my past.

For the many decades I've lengthened have expanded pain's time; across shallow mountains and beatings I prepare my final climb.

Through harsh mists and soft grasses the journey trembles on; days on end without my voices; alas, I realize they are gone.

Near all abandonment's shelter I rest without ease; my halved demon appears before me; she speaks hellishly in the breeze.

Forgiveness and hallucination she crisply burns in my eyes; I must awaken and continue, 'tis my time to remain wise.

To a judging stream near the g

I don't fight fair...Cut, bruised, scraped, forgotten. These things I have all been at least once in my life. But it
hasn't made me stronger, just more determined in my fight to live another day.
I know the ways of my attackers, studied their movements, learned their tricks and gleamed
their true motives. I have seen their weaknesses, their faults, theirs flaws and I have kept
them close to me, ready for use when the next time we meet.
They are cautious of me, they have weary from my adaptive ways, knowing that I can fall only
so many times. They are scared for I have the key to their defeat; not by sane ways, but by
the ways they fear to tread.
One look, one stare, one gesture and they will run in fear for the truth is upon them: "I won't
live restrained anymore."
"I have seen your errors an played on them like strings on a violin. Moved you to place were I
make the rules. Put you on display for all to see what you have done, and what will be done."

You ha

the carbon footprint of an arsonistyour crystal promise
rings drip off your glacial
fingers into global

nothings. the geodesic
dome you used to live in
is a hell you keep

clean-shaven and concentric,
spiraling away from you,
wrapping your unborn

children up in paper goblets.
for minimum wage, any geryon
would cling to the terza rima

inkblots on your
collarbones, his spongy molars
diving into your right

angles, his familiar laughs
killing your skin with
shivering cuddles and you

shudder, being self-diagnosed
at center of the universe,
your hair a nest of radio

waves, the one cosmic
principle drumming on the ancient
heart of mystery.

but amateur porn always
made you cry

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.

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.

The WaitingBones hang from trees
Hollow windchimes rattling
In the sullen breeze

Dark clouds make noonday dusk
Rusted buttons on threadbare coats
Sorrow drips like rain

(From the fingertips of this dead-rose day)

Hoofprints kill the grass
Where the dark horse steps
The rider unsmiling

The tired and ill amble about
Cattle awaiting the shoulder tap
To sleep, but not to dream

(To become whatever the second birth dictates)

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)

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

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)

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See that girl?
The one with
Her head down,
Fingers nervously tapping
To that song,
That gives her that fake confidence.

The one who sometimes questions,
Why she gets out of bed,
Gets up,
Gets ready,
To act normal.

The girl who chokes up
Every time she sees you?
Just seeing your face,
Every day,
Pulls her through.
YOU keep her going,
But you're the one killing her.

She burns her hair,
With straighteners.
Smothers her face,
With makeup.

She hates the way she looks.
She's considered going anorexic,
She's too scared.

She's cried over you,
Because she knows,
She can never have you.

She's not perfect...
But neither are

Where Were You?

I remember,
Watching Greese,
For the first time.

Hearing,
That one little thing,
Frenchie said,
After Sandy's breakup.
And just scoffing.

Yes, You walked out,
He walked in.
I understand you both love me.
And I love you both.

But,
Were you EVER
At any of my
All A's ceremonies
In school?

What happened to all those birthday parties,
You wouldn't miss for the WORLD?

What was I,
Pluto?

He coaches my softball,
Comes to my recitals.

And I always feel guilty,
When you do call,
Wanting to be with me,
And I make an excuse.

They all say I shouldn't feel
Like that,
But I do.

What happened,
Happened.
It can't be changed.

I

My Dirty Sick Little Secret

What will it take
To be the way
We were?

It used to be
So happy,
Carefree.
The best of relationships,
That friends could have.

You've shut me out.
Changed yourself.

The innermost fiber
Of my being
Cries,
Pleading,
Screaming.
I give out.
I'm TIRED
Of TRYING
For you,
when I know,
Deep down,
Despite my hoping
That I'll never
Have you back.

You guys,
Have fun now!
What's that?
Oh No,
I'l be okay.
Oh wait,
You weren't talking to me?
Yeah that's okay...
I don't feel like going out anyway...

PLEASE,
Cement in
That last brick.
I BEG of you.
End my suffering.
And lock me
Inside my dust storm
Of Thoughts.

What?

Welcome to the Circus

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Draw your attention now
to the Center Stage.

I now give you,
the Grand Finale.

This freak of nature,
She's worse than
the Sword Swallowers,
Bearded Ladies,
Fire Eaters,
And Body Contortionists,
Combined.

I'll have to ask anyone
with squeamish children
To leave
Now.

Look at her,
The way she walks,
Clumsy, stumbling

Her hair, Unruly and Matted

Trying not to bother anyone
But it's just her presence.
She's different than us...
It's disgusting.

Look at how she looks around,
Trying to look
Normal
Up- To- Standards.
As if that's possible!

Everyone, Laugh now!
She doesn't deserve our kindness!
It

Vacation

The smells
The sights.
So different ,
yet all so similar.

Walking
Down the Boardwalk
Everywhere,
Half cut shirts,
Exposing shorts.
Trying to be
"Attractive"
"Cute"
"Plastic."
Whether it's for the opposite sex,
Or to make other girls jealous.

I can't.
I'm so different
From all these look-alikes.
A clumsy foal
In a world of
Groomed up
Beautiful show horses.

I'm not perfect.
Not in the least.
My stomach bulges
My hair frizzes
I want to change.

To feel pretty.
Walk down the street
And smile at a passing boy,
Instead of shying away,
And avoiding them.

To walk with
My shoulders held high.
I guess I could,
Here o

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by ~OutcastedLove, Oct 28, 2011, 3:35:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I am your marionette,
My heart painted delicately,
Hesitantly,
With your image.
Your eyes,
Your smile,
It was all a careful process,
I didn't know if I wanted it.

I struggled away from you,
You held my gaze,
Never letting my support
Slip from your grip.

Forced to stand tall,
I carried on.

You paralyzed my every muscle,
Every desire I had,
To run,
To get away,
They all faded.

I can't let you do this to me.

Suddenly,
Another toy is added to your set.
You placed her delicately in front of me,
Dropping me.
Tangled and helpless,
I could only watch.
I became nothing more than a backdrop.
You loved her.

I was strewn about,
A cheap hand puppet.
My fabric tore,
But that was the least of your concerns.
You kept Her velvet surface soft,
Velvet.

While I stayed engulfed in shadow,
That didn't stop you.
If anything, It increased my desire
To be the star
Of your show.

You kept yanking my strings,
Tighter.
TIGHTER.

The strangling became so unbearable,
I can't go on.

I collapsed into line.

I've accepted my fate,
Nothing more than
Another extra
In your show.

Puppeteerby ~OutcastedLove

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

So... I haven't written in a while...
Eh.
Here you go.

Backstory---
So, drama club just started!
YAYZIES

But...
A lot of things have been happening...
Involving my "best" friend
And my guy best friend... Who I secretly am beginning to fall for.
He doesn't like me though... He likes her.
I always put others first.
So, when I found out they liked each other...
I got them together.
Silly me...

She KNOWS how I feel about him, but all she ever does is brag about all the guys she gets, and I'm so SICK of living as the fat and ugly friend.
Yet she STILL flirts with him in front of me every day...
And it KILLS me inside.
This is the longest description ever..

=Daft-Enigma Nov 29, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Very nice imagery in this one, for sure. You're definitely improving pretty quickly.

I'm sorry to hear about that, however. But you know, a girl with your amount of creativity and intelligence ought to get the right guy at some point! From what I gather, you're still pretty young. You've got a lot of time before you really 'need' a boy. I understand how you feel, definitely, but you still got time, it's going to work itself out. (:

One day you'll meet a guy, and realize... He's the reason no one else worked out.

~OutcastedLove Dec 1, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you! I've been practicing! And yeah, I am young. Thanks for putting this in perspective for me... I may feel like I'm put in the shadow, but one day it won't be like that, and it'll be better ^^

=Daft-Enigma Dec 1, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

You're very welcome, for both.

~Ayriah Oct 28, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

I'm pretty sure this a poem everyone can relate to! Cause huge suprise I've done the saaaamething! What is with us girls?! Haha! Well written

I enjoy the imagery.

~OutcastedLove Oct 29, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you (:

~fierce6161 Oct 28, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

wowza darlin this is amazing
i have a crush on my guy friend, who has a crush on my spanish buddy, who i dont know much about
grawhs

~OutcastedLove Oct 28, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Text me if you needa rant!

~fierce6161 Oct 29, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

nahh its chill xD

~OutcastedLove Oct 29, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

~TheWarriorsluver Oct 28, 2011 Student Digital Artist

I
relate
to the whole
liking the guy friend
who likes the other friend
like I'm the third wheel

Not fun darling, don't make the same mistakes I did

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