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Lexi Dvorak Dec 2014
Self-Harm.

It's when you can't handle yourself,
So you let blades and fire do it for you.
I know what you'd all like to say
      To make me feel better
"Beauty is on the inside"
            Or
       "You are beautiful"
But my soul is so tattered
       And my heart
Has been repeatedly
             shattered
All the scattered
      bits and pieces
   You might find in there
          Between the scars and creases
     Would make you all run and hide
               If beauty shines from the inside,       Then I'm the **ugliest beast alive
The second in my series of 'lies'. Click #mylittlelies and #mytruths to read the rest.
Thanks.
  Dec 2014 Lexi Dvorak
Erenn
He was running on air
Jumping on constellations
He's like Peter Pan
Only this Peter is tall and growing
He reached out his hand 
And asked her to dance
She wondered why she didn't decline
Strangers that could fly caught her eye

She felt his warm fingers 
Their fingers clenched 
As he held her hand tightly
They flew above the skies
She felt so alive 
Her agonies that she suffered
Gone like it was never there

He suddenly grabbed something
She wondered what it could be
He opened his gentle hands
And the brightest little star glows
Like the northern lights in the vast skies
Like fireworks exploding in a snowglobe

She touched it & she fell
Awoke and disappointed
Her dream didn't last till the end
The boy whose name was not Peter
Might be back in neverland
And the Little Star now vanished
**Only fragments of dreams
That will never cease to exist
I freaking love Peter Pan ever since I was young. I'd always wanted to be like him. I cried when I didn't get the part as Peter in a musical.hha I really wanted to be like him. Not a heartbreaker like him, but to never ever grow up and live in adrventures! So this is my interpretation of him I wrote in a poem:)
Got inspired by one of my friends here.
Orked Saerah. Gave me an idea and inspiration to write this piece.
Not my best work. But I love this one.
Lexi Dvorak Dec 2014
I want you to smile,
Like you have never felt pain.

I want you to sing,
Like no one is listening.

I want you to play,
Like you are in a roomful of people,
But your the only one with an imagination.

I want you to scream to the stars,
Like they are about to fall on you.

I want you to be in control,
Because this is your life.
Lexi Dvorak Dec 2014
Smile,
Brighter then the sun.

His eyes,
Could see right through you.

If you let him.
Lexi Dvorak Dec 2014
We are nothing but birds,
With broken wings.

We are the kids,
You would be nervous around.

But we are the kids,
We are most comfortable around.

We are the birds with wings,
Snapped in two.

But Anne,
Her wings have healed and she will fly.

And Max,
His wings are splinted,
But they work.

Veronica,
Her wings were never completely impaired,
But now she flies gracefully.

Zach,
His wings are impaired,
But he has learned how to use them.

Sabrina,
Her wings are lifting her higher then before.

Mitchelle,
His wings are lifting him,
His troubles leaving him.

Sarah,
Her wings have lifted her troubles away nicely.

These people,
Will live to fly another day.
Lexi Dvorak Dec 2014
No.
He took me on a tour today,
He goes,
No dad.
No dad.
No mom.
Different dad.
Adopted.
No dad.
No mom.
Grandma.
Different dad.

It is not the parents,
That left us,
That define who we are,
But it is who we choose to be.

Because it is all a choice.
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