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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

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

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

Aura: The Revolution

Aura: The Revolution

I will never live up to any other expectations

I will only just reach the place in life that's destined

Never again will I be a victim of impossible outcomes

Never again will I allow my self-respect to be disgraced and overcome
-
I am a prisoner no more
Discrimination became the martyr

I had to put an end to this war
I will not be walked on like I had been before

The future of a fearless life is what I now strive for
The source of my resolve has been built into my core

I believe what's right / To live my life
I'll reach for the light / And shine so bright

There's no limit to the sky / This smile never felt so fine

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Imperfections and allMy dear young friends,
believe me when I say this...
we are young, we are free, we have many things to be thankful for.
So live life, don't worry over such stupid things.
Don't make decisions you'll regret later on, like I and so many others have done.
Don't follow in the footsteps of this foolish generation.
Don't worry about who you'll be "dating" next week, don't worry about being cool or being popular or what others think of you.
For there is no such thing as perfection in this world.
We are all imperfectly, imperfect.
You are you and that is enough.
Can't you see?
Sure, it may seem cool to do certain things and everyone else is doing it...
but that doesn't mean you have to do it.
Be uniquely you, for there is no one in this world who is like you.
Be your own sense of style, do what makes you happy and what defines you as you.
I am telling you all this, for when you all come seeking advice over things that you don't even need to be worrying about, I get this ache in my chest.

Claire's nightmareI watched everyone around me fall, everything was going excruciatingly slow...
the sound of ticking clocks was everywhere and I saw Aunt Alice smile eerily.
Like she knew something I didn't...
My breath came in short pants and I saw that she was holding something in her hand.
I walked closer, as though trying to reach out to her, yet she suddenly held what she was holding in her hand up to me.
I tried to scream, to let out the fear inside me, but found that I couldn't make a sound.
She walked closer towards me, holding out the beating heart as she smiled.
I noticed that when she walked, shadows moved restlessly behind her...
reaching out.
My eyes scanned the room hopelessly, trying to find a way out.

"My poor Claire... what are you trying to prove? You know that you aren't strong enough to save this Wonderland. You don't have the courage Claire~ You know you aren't a hero, so why are you even trying?

Untitled"Lining up to meet their doom, the soldiers walked among the blackest of blacks. Unknowing, not fearing of what would come.
Hopelessly they walked.
Far and wide, searching for a mere myth...
a legend.
Where do they get this courage from?
This idiotic bravery?
Perhaps the thought of their family waiting for them to come back home...
or maybe...
the fact of the glory waiting for them if they did succeed.
But succeeding is such a small percent...
what are the odds of actually winning?
Of finding this myth that they seek?"
Walking among ruins and meeting new people (monsters)
We search for the inevitable and fight against ourselves and others.
This is surely the beginning (the end) to a new future.
A renaissance- a rebirth of human civilization to all things anew.
Really, this is not a dream is it?
The death of a star, and the rebirth of something new.

To whom it may concern.To whom it may concern; be it Sunny, Aki, or Cloud, or whoever may be reading this.
It's come to my knowledge that I have to tell you guys some things. Get some stuff off my chest.
First, I would like to tell you of my family.
I am a middle child.
I have a baby brother who is 5 and doesn't go to school yet.
I have an older brother who is 18, eleventh grade, and...
I'm not exactly sure what he's doing with his life.
I have a mother who is constantly stressed yet does her best to take care of us and a father who works to death everyday just so he can provide for us.
We are poor, yet sometimes, I am selfish and choose to ignore this detail.
My brother, the oldest, is currently lost in life as you could say. I feel as though, he's- given up on himself... and my parents are also very close to doing the same. But I, I still have hope for him. Yet I cannot wait for him any longer. I can't keep waiting on him as though he'll turn into the son and brother we all want him to try to be with

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by ~xrainxxcloud, Nov 16, 2012, 6:54:29 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Yes, yes I know.
I'm not one of the greatest writers in the world.
Of COURSE I'm not.
I'm a kid, I'll accept that.
There's so much for me to learn about writing...
all the different ways to show the readers different worlds and ideas.

I'm still on the path of becoming a better writer...
and I'll always be on that path.
For my work will always be criticized by people...
and some of that criticizm will be helpful, others, not as much.
But these are just one of the hardships I'll face being a writer.
And I'll face all those problems head on...
even if I feel like I should just give up, or if it isn't worth it.

I'm a writer.
But I'm still learning...
I'm not perfect, no one is.
I'll accept your criticizm with a smile and a thank you...
although sometimes I may not take to heart, I'll still hear you out.
I need to improve on alot and I have many flaws in my writing.
But that's okay.
Because even the greatest of authors who I look up to make mistakes...
and if they could do it...
so can I.
After all we're all human, are we not?

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Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

~Splatter620 Nov 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Dude, you're seriously good

you just need to work on prespectives. you write like an elevth grader, man~

~xrainxxcloud Nov 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

ahh thanks man :')

~Splatter620 Nov 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

No problem (MAN.) :3

~xrainxxcloud Nov 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

OMG IM A MAN. AWESOME. <3

~Splatter620 Nov 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

MANNN

~xrainxxcloud Nov 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

MAN MAN- MANIRYYYY MEEENNNNN XDD

~Splatter620 Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

a very manly man

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