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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"

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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..

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Find meWho can tell what hides behind a smile?
Do you even remember who is the person you're trying to hide?
Or did you get so used to the mask that you lost the truth?

I smile, a tired smile, an indulgent smile, a forced smile,
I smile

Will you be the one who knows me better than I know myself?
Will you be the one to find the real me buried inside?
Will you help me be true to myself again?

It's all an illusion,
Not just a game I play
I thought I would be safe
Inside those walls of clay
But I'm now like a plant
Without the sun's rays
A flower without care
Slowly wilting away

Peace*1* To be in peace

You know they talk a lot about you, teachers and students alike. You pretend you don't care. In a way, it's true what they say: you have no friends.
But you like it like that. You have your books, your corner by the tree, the old librarian. You have the garden by the chapel with plenty of places to hide. And you have the notes, the music, and the red string that is Mozart to guide you. You have your peace.

*2* To look for peace again

You've just moved to a new school, in a new city, in a new country. It's the first time you live abroad, and although the air smells of summer heat exactly as it did all those years ago wh

Stars are wishesStars are wishes, did you know?

One day, you told me: "I'll give you the stars." and I said "no"
but you didn't listen. The next day you came back with an étoile
de mer, all dried up and lifeless and dead, and you said
"for you" but I thought "no, for yourself. what are you trying to prove?"

You put it in my hands, and I cried. It was rough and raspy and
dead, for fuck's sake! You asked me "what's wrong?" and I
said "nothing" but it wasn't. Then you said "I don't understand"
and I said "I know" and you said "I don't understand you" and
I said "me neither". You opened your eyes wide and looked
at me as if you were seeing

Never Darkyou say light is useless without
darkness by its side, and you
introduce me to your fears

but i say what do you know
when have you ever tried to
let go of the shadows

I will light our way
With fireflies and hummingbirds
And lead you through
To plant our dreams in a new day
[whether you want it or not]
If you just let me
I will teach you how to befriend the fire sprites
So don't close you eyes
Look at the stars for the first time.
[even the darkest night has light]

The Only QuestionsSuns and moons and stars and skies
Are the best mysteries
They soothe my heart which softly cries
And halt the tragedies

They question me in such a way
That I cannot answer
But of our silent interplay
I will never tire

So I stand there out in the night
Or at the break of dawn
But you can well turn off your light
For I am not alone

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i want to set your heart on fire

by ~Arthisa, Apr 8, 2012, 9:44:50 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

or scratch my name onto your bones
discreetly,
like a shadow,
light and shallow –
not a claim,
just a memento.

one day maybe you will find,
hidden on the side of your ankle
or beneath your shoulder blades,
the sighs I left behind;
and if you think of me then
that will be sweeter to me
than any burning revenge
could hope to be.

i want to set your heart on fireby ~Arthisa

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~Arthisa

Day 2. Or technically 3 but the second poem isn't complete yet so... more of my rambling posing as poetry!!

[slight edits Jan15th 2013)

=silenced-echo Apr 10, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I really like this one ! <3 Though it is darker than what you usually write, it also feels more deep and open to interpretation. But I see you're not really posting once a day yet

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~Arthisa Apr 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

and thanks for the comment and the +fav!!

this almost turned into an angry "burn and suffer" piece, but it was very ugly, so I took two sentences out and wrote this instead...

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~Arthisa Apr 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

haha... this daily thing is a bit hard... =___=

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~Athazagoraphobias Apr 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is beautiful.

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~Arthisa Apr 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

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