Sticks, Stones, Broken Bones.
Words aren't supposed to hurt us.
We are so naive.

Time ticks today, as it did last Tuesday.
Tick, Tock, Chime.
Flying by and I don't know why.
Tick, Tock, Chime.
Boredom comes out to play.
Tick, Tock, Chime.
Time is forever here to stay.

The chills received
From a brushing of lips,
Painting a masterpiece only the artists understand;
From a caress of the cheek,
Causing goose-flesh to creep along limbs.
The enlightenment found
In an impenetrable embrace,
Strong branches of a body
Encasing another's waist.
The desire felt when
The closeness is not close enough;
The lover is too far away,
But the closeness is forbidden,
For that lover is a phantom.
A shadow of a dream.
The half empty space, a void,
As no one wishes to fill it;
As no one wishes to accompany me.

There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long.
"I know that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong."
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend,
Or wise man could decide
Whats right for you- just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.

~Shel Silverstein

I can't do it.
The pounding in my head
As I try to think
Is unbearable.
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Making it impossible to continue.
The words i try to put onto my page
Stay on my tongue,
fighting to stay together
As they slip.
I hate Writers Block.

No, I don't want a fairy tale.
No, I don't want a Prince Charming,
nor a Princess to confess my love for.
No, I don't want a beautiful wedding
in the woods or near a stream.
No, I don't want my career to make me rich.
No, I don't want my lover to kiss me until I faint.
No, I don't want my children to run and play,
making the best experience out of life.
No, I don't want my daughter to grow and meet her Prince.
No, I don't want my son to find his Princess,
get on his knees and give her a silver ring with the purest of gems.
No, I don't want to die happy, with my grandchildren surrounding my bed.

Let me tell you something.
Let me teach you a lesson.
Let me talk to you,
through this poem,
in a Sarcastic tone.

Duh...

So,
Apparently I'm to blame?
He broke apart your friendship
After you dated him.
Because it was awkward.
Not because I told him to.

Apparently I'm to blame?
He wanted a break from your *******
After you broke up with him for the second time
Because you were a ***** to him.
Not because I encouraged him to.

Apparently I'm to blame?
You were told lies and overreacted
After you found out you were a manipulative *****
Because someone like you told you so.
Not because I had a hand in it.

That was months ago.
And,
Now,
You want to hear my side?

It's too late, *****.
You messed up.
Not me.

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For some odd
Reason
I feel lost.
Needing to wrestle
With
Life or death.
Deciding
The fates
I will need to face.
Needing to think
To
Decide my outcome.
What am I to
Decide...
When I don't know my choices?
But now I know my choices.
Everyone's choices.

**Life or Death

I sneak a peak
And I fade.
In a daze
I think of
Possibilities.
Is it possible?
Am I not alone?
But, then again,
It's too light.
You are fading.
Not much longer
Before you forget
You ever saw them.
I am alone,
After all.

I dream,
Desperately,
Of letting go.
I know I shouldn't,
But I constantly
Cling
to the idea of Euphoria.
Death?
Freedom?
Are they similar?
Or am I insane?
Should I be put away?
Succumb to my greatest fear?
Or settle for my beloved Euphoria?
The one I call Death Herself.
Questions cloud my mind.
So many.
Unanswered,
Puzzle-like.
A saying comes to my vision.

"You are insane if you don't think you are,
but if you think you are, you aren't."

It goes in circles.
Never ending.
Which one am I?

People pretend
to be okay,
or sad,
or normal.
To hide.
I see
truths
that might
be best left unsaid.
Colors tell me.
They are
encasing,
caressing the vessels
of souls.
Auras.
The energy that is
an open book
allows me
to read them.
Reality becomes
my sanctuary.
But I am
the only one there.
People pretend
to be okay,
or sad,
or normal.
To hide.
I see
truths
that might just
destroy them
in the end.

Hate.
A strong word,
Used by many
To hurt
To Harm
To maim
The feelings of others.
I might hate you,
But
This is not
A hate poem.
But
This is not
A love poem, either.
And
I still don't like you.
Your words,
Meant to
Make me
Feel loved
Or
Maybe hot,
Disgust me.
You may want me,
But
I don't
Feel wanted.
I feel
Violated
Instead.

I am empty.
The void inside
Fills to the brim,
Overflows with things
I have lost.
My rationality.

These words tell my story.
The one I cant tell.
The colors I see,
Auras.
The beings I see,
Shadows.

Not one person
Feels the same.
I am proof.
Fear, Sadness,
The longing
To be normal.

Leave me be,
Or I will go
Insane.
Constant distraction.
Falling apart.
Drifting away.

Slowly.
Gently.
Slipping
Into the darkness
That consumes my mind.
Fighting for one last breath.

How do I fight myself?

Drip, Drip, Drop!
The tears come running,
Splashing to the floor.
The blank page dotted,
The ink running away
From the letters I try to deliver.
I need to say why
I choose to leave.
Because of this,
The tears come running.

I want my life to be:

Like it is in the movies.
A place where there is no sorrow.
A place where,
After the screen goes blank,
No one sees you again.
You disappear.
Die.

Or like it is in TV shows.
A place where you only live for short periods of time,
Then you disappear and reappear the next week.
If you are in an anime,
You live in a surreal wonderland.
2D, Pretty,   Happy.
Until it ends and you are forgotten.

Or like it is in books.
The romantic ones
Or ones with a happy ending.
Every detail describing your life
So everyone knows.
Then,
As the reader turns the last page,
Snaps the book shut,
It all ends.
They move on and don't think twice about you.
Finally.
Peace.
Dead in the minds of others.
And, maybe someday,
In your own.

I am not normal.
It's as simple as that.
I like both girls and boys,
I enjoy classic literature as well as others.

I am simply not normal.
It's as true as the smile that this poem brings to both me and the reader.
I am mismatched,
I wear mo-hawks to school and buzz my hair off.

I am strange.
As easy as ABC.
I take pride in my differences,
And I respect others who are like me as well.

We are all strange.
We are all not normal.


It's as simple as that.

The voices of my peers echo
As either a comedy or a drama is spoken.
Tears of the audience
Either come from laughter or sadness,
Emotions felt be the stories told
By my peers on stage.

Tales of soldiers or ******,
Talking animals or mad hatters,
Different tones being used
For each character's profile.
The difficulty of keeping a straight face
When acting as though you suffer
From Multiple Personality Disorder.

As the tale concludes,
Clapping and whistles erupt
From the audience.
The judges take their notes,
Scribbling their views on the show.

The suspense of waiting
For the scoreboard to claim
The first place Speaker.
Poetic,
Dramatic,
Comedic
Representations of stories,
Are difficult to judge.
But, of course,
The best will rise
And claim the satisfaction
Of applause by the viewers.

The only thing left
To do now, is
Wait for the next competition,
Next Saturday.

So long ago.
I remember, I think
this feeling of mine,
happiness.
So long ago,
I've felt it.
With you, only
with you,
I was happy.

So soon.
You left me,
lied to me,
after almost losing
My mind in your
endless sky.
So soon,
the happiness faded
to nothing, but,
somehow, a phantom
remains.

So long ago, yet, so soon,
My world fell to pieces.

The thing I hate,
Is people who think that they are:
all that and a bag of chips,
a chip off of the old block,
the center of the universe.

What about us?
We are the people who:
care about others,
make the good decisions,
give advice.

I need fairness.
Can't people just:
agree to disagree,
keep their thoughts to themselves,
try a little taste of kindness?

No

Because people will be people.

And people ****.

Although the light is visible,
I can not reach.
The darkness consuming me is thick,
The light inches closer,
Begging for my touch.
It always loses its way.
The darkness following close behind it
Pulls it back into oblivion.
I will never reach it.

Why can't people like me just be happy?
There is just one answer.
Life is not fair.
Why can't people be distracted from pointless things?
There is just one answer.
The world's so called "knowledge" is growing.
Why can't respect be a priority?
There is just one answer.
Not many people care.

Why can't everything be alright?
Why can't everything solve itself when it gets jumbled?
Why can't everything be just as it was before anyone turned the rumor mill?

I wish that people would not judge or twist words.
I wish that there was such a thing as peace.
I wish that dreams could come true.

How are people happy?
How do people laugh and dance?
How is it possible for light to enter a world full or darkness and lies?

I wish I could deal with the gossip and lies that are about me.
I wish I could understand people.
I wish I could be normal.

Why can't life be fair?
I wish that life would be fair.
How can life be fair?
I wish I could have a fair chance.

In what world am I accepted?
I am my own being,
Capable of defending my introvert pride.
In what world am I not accepted?
I enjoy strange things,
Such as a dark room enjoys the rare flicker of light.
In what world am I accepted?
I only have one answer, but nothing but a theory shows  through it.
I belong nowhere.

I Hate
           the lies that are told.
I Hate Not
                  the people who tell them to try and protect me.
I Hate Not Knowing
                                  the ugly truth that has been hidden.

no one KNOWs
THE person i am
the REASON i am who i am
WHY i love who i love
why i care to know how YOU feel
only i know the reason why i **LIVE

The tears fall for what feels like a thousand years.
I stand, watching them fall to the ground at my feet.
The pain in this head is unbearable.
The Thoughts, The Dreams, The Nightmares
That I enjoy without control.
In my sleeping head I look at pools of my own blood and scream.
Yet I come back to the conscious world with a smile on my face.