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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.

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...

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

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.

brain squealsI beat depressions in the earth
for my brain squeals and waves
that burst in my wet ears
until something makes me drown.
I will. (again) V.

Virginia,

put rocks in pockets
and walk right in --
I'll drink your overcoat
until your throat weeps
and your soaked hair
weighs you down.

I promise.

with love,
Ouse.

P.S.
brain squeals are from cold sweats
sleep well.

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.

combatantI.
it strikes me
that this woman
could be a palace.

I marvel at
the opulent dome of
her brow, her arch
expression—

skin like a courtyard of
ivory tiles,
a thousand intersecting
golden lines about her
head and neck.

she beams from atop her
sunlit tower,
beatific and beautiful,

spreads her arms like
open doors,
invites you to be one of

the many
who have wandered her
lavish halls.

II.
I’ve often thought
of myself
as a castle:

all rough-hewn stone
and turrets,
a temper like molten
tar.

my head is crowned
with
embattled parapets,

weapons readied
at the crenels.

I look out from my
guerites, my brattices,
eyes like arrow-slits

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

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FeverJust a day, feeling fine
as black and white intertwine
Begin to tremble, no reason why
Is this insanity, or am I high?
Sparkling faces grace my view
Intense versions of purple and blue
The sky is striped, the clouds dance
I'm certain I fly, comfortable in trance
Then I see the floor, as I fall
Because I ran right in to a wall
I hear laughter, realize it's me
Little pink man are all I see
I try to stand, of course I fail
Feeling sick and rather frail
Then I black out, awake in my swaying bed
A bitter sting messing in my head
I know I'm back now, finally
Hello my bitter sweet reality

Inside the box Soft light enhancing the atmosphere
Comfortable couches faking a world without fear
Faces so blurred, so ugly inside
With all my secrets, no I can't confide
What is this place?
Why is all so perfect?
Is this reality?
Why is my mind chained when we're supposed to free?
Inside the box
I'm caught right inside the damning box
Let me go!
Let me see the other world!
Even if it costs blood
I'll freely trade my life for freedom

NeedI swear I don't know what I've done
I can't even remember my mistake number one
I didn't mean to
I'm sorry I'm imperfect
All I wanted was you
A tiny piece of your heart
But now
My love for you tore me apart
Just some shelter, some warmth
Somebody to save me from the hate
But now, my love, I'm facing my fate
In the end I'll feel nothing
In the end it will have to be okay
I see your lips tremble
But you still can not say
The words I need to hear to be pacified
So I hesitate my suicide
And no, I don't want you say that you love me
I don't need a impossible lie
Just say you need me
Before I decide to give in and die

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A Poem About The Night - For dragongirl0000

by ~DESTRUCTION-BUNNY, Jan 4, 2013, 2:46:10 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

The truly deep core of night
Free of lies, light and fright
Shadows cast by trees and
We stare at dark blue skies

Fragile minds, snuggled away
Safely in deceiving beds
Hiding from nightmares
That come by day into their heads

They can't deny
They live a lie
By connecting all evil
With this beauty of nightmares

Our refuge, our paradise
Where our dreams come alive
Their eyes shut, ours wide open
We watch the dust dance
Over silent streets

All panic and hysteria
That the dreadful day may cause
A fire of deep and burning passion
Always extinguished by sunlight

Spiteful words they carve in stone
To raise their children in fear
Never shall they become a part
And never shall they have a heart

That beats and survives
Surrounded by dark blue skies
Mistaken as black, as a lack of light
Never shall they see the truth

A Poem About The Night - For dragongirl0000by ~DESTRUCTION-BUNNY

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

This...is...it's the stuff that happens when I forget about yet to finish Christmas presents.
However, dear one, enjoy the poem!

~dragongirl0000 Jan 7, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

i love it!

i think it shows how most people never really appreciate the true beauty of night, and that nightmares are a window into a better world...
it makes me miss night...(it's still light out at 10pm

)
thankies!!

~DESTRUCTION-BUNNY Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Welkies! Glad you like it!
And yes, just like Pitch from the rise of the guardians...so underrated and hated ._.

~dragongirl0000 Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

^o^
evil people...being so rude..

~DESTRUCTION-BUNNY Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Damn yes ._.

~KasekiSentoki Jan 5, 2013

Ee! Yes, quite true of night, usually. Though I find sometimes I have the most horrible nightmares (killing my friends, etc.) and then they normal day's strife is relief.
Anyway, love it! Especially how you call nightmares refuges.

~DESTRUCTION-BUNNY Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Well, I never sleep at night as long as I can avoid it....so....

~KasekiSentoki Jan 7, 2013

Oh... So then that makes sense...

~DESTRUCTION-BUNNY Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yep...most likely.

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