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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.

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.

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

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.

I am notI’m not your little boy.
You’re not my little girl.
I’m just someone you met,
And wants to change the world
I’m not the prince in your dreams
I don’t have smarts or might
I’m just the one that screams
And cries to sleep at night
I’m not who you want me to be.
I will never be what you are.
I’m myself, I am free.
I’m not ashamed of my scars
I’m not that weak
You’re not that strong
You still have company
But I’m still alone
So I speak
Though this poem.
It’s not a pretty love song
I’m just saying what pains me, explaining what’s going on.
Because I am not perfect,
I’m not retarded,
I’m just like you,
Broken Hearted
Never forget,
There is always a reason to be
And I won’t regret
I’m always happy to be me.

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

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and you knew every word;
you sang along.

That's just it
in sweater weather
and open window apartments.
That, that alone,
that song, rise, fall, pitch,

and the wind hummed
blowing
through the window.

You knew every word.

DeliriumMissing you
I lose myself in delirium
Night gone, passed
Lithium
Forgetting sorrows
Only caused by you
Quazars exploding
A thousand moaning wishes
Sleep in my veins tonight
You are more than the sun.

LoveI want to wake up where you are,
Sleeping peacefully
Underneath the soft, cool soil
Between roots of trees that have yet to bloom.

I want to lay beside you,
Talk about how many times the world has spun since you've left.
(I've kept count.)

I need you,
Because only one of us is alive.
(It isn't me.)

But needing you isn't very productive
So I've decided to simply want you instead
And sometimes wanting you hurts so bad
That I use the autumn leaves we collected a year ago
And build a cove to hide away with my memory of your face.

I really miss those rusted brown days
Of purple skies
And the sounds of leaves breaking beneath our feet.
I miss

DescriptionWe are here,
each of us;
that is as definitive
as I can be.
That is all I can see.
So if I say
something smells
like death,
no one can know
how wrong or
how right
(how right)
that description is;
they can just
try to understand
the meaning behind
why death was all
that would suffice.

TornYour vile thoughts tear into my body
Cracking collarbones
Opening up my ribcage
And stealing the bones
One by one.
You taught me to see in color
The softly tinted bruises on my skin
The green freckles in your eyes
The crimson blood you poured
When you punctured my lung
And took my breath away.
You took away my care
You replaced it with free
You tore me open
And stole my heart.
The things you say make me so sick
Yet so comforted
And loved.
But I don't know if you were ever planning on coming back
And I don't know what I am writing about anymore.
You had me at I love you.

WantI want to draw patterns on your skin,
and read your veins like a map.
I want to stitch the cracks of your soul together
and touch the core of your endless darkness.
I want to swallow the light of your eyes
and taste your breath on my empty mouth.
I want to feel your warmth against my hollow frame
and listen to the sound of your voice.

I am a monster starved for your love.

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Open Me Up

by *co0kiem0nstr, Nov 13, 2012, 10:51:47 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Open me up.
Cracking bones, tugging veins, puncturing lungs.
Every piece of my rib cage and every vital organ in my body: twisted.
Stomping on promises and hope, this was not supposed to happen.
(You were not supposed to give in and I am not supposed to forgive.)
I did not know that love could ever be so fickle.

My heart beat raced for you, longing, wanting, loving, promising, needing.
But I was wrong and I don't know where that happened.
-Twisting and tumbling through my arteries, you spewed lies into me and I was thrown off balance.
(No matter how many times I can possibly be told otherwise, I always end up blaming myself.)

You knew it was important and you knew it was special and you knew how in love I was.
Betrayal was always too close for comfort.
(And you thought that I was the one that didn't deserve trusting?)

My splintered bones are still awaiting the final blow that makes it impossible for me to forgive you but it is not coming and I can not stay away from you.
(You should have just murdered me instead.)

Open me up.
Shift and twist and pull every little piece of me and every little detail that makes me who I am.
Then replace everything and stitch my body back together and apologize for changing me and stealing my soul.
(You already did it.)

And I am begging you, do it again and again so that I will no longer remember who I was.

Open me up.

Open Me Upby *co0kiem0nstr

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I will never understand how people cheat on someone they supposedly loved.

*atlantic-lungs Nov 16, 2012 Student Writer

Neither can i....lovely way of expressing it, <3

*co0kiem0nstr Nov 16, 2012 Student Writer

thank you <3

*atlantic-lungs Nov 19, 2012 Student Writer

you're welcomes <3

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