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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.

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 –

You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
For you.

Dear fucked society,Dear fucked up society,
Why do you take our rights?
Our human rights?
To who we love?
To who we are.. To our image?
Tell me.

You force images down our throat;
Images of airbrushed, false looking
people. You want people to look
more skinny and cause anorexia,
More along the hidden line that
you dig under the ground like
a dead forgotten body yet always there

You show us that its not right to be gay,
lesbian, bi-sexual or transgendered..
And then wonder why the suicide rate is
so fucking high. You cause the nightmares
and terrors of our family not accepting us
our

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)

Telling Childhood Goodnight.They were the fearless whispers through the starless night.
They were the pounding feet through the cobbled streets,
Screaming out for everything.
They were the fleeting memories of a time long gone by,
Blown away in the wind to a far away sky,
Where the air is cold and the stars never shine.

Memories leave their traces behind,
The scars on my legs from a day long gone by.
I was climbing a rock,
That would forever leave me with a flaw.

They were the youthful cries, screaming out.
They were the glowing eyes, on a fearless march,
Racing down the cobbled streets, blazing out for all to see.
The beacon of light that is now dying out,
I never wanted it to go away.
Everything is changing at a speed I can’t match,
I am drifting further every day.

It makes me want to cry that the best and worst days of my life,
Are being pushed away with every day that passes by.
I want to hold on
But each day I lose more ground.
Soon they will be gone without even a sound.

Th

Silent and GoneAlong the blue streams of those who were simplistically glassed, I drag my wooden, empty coffin; it contains only my past.

For the many decades I've lengthened have expanded pain's time; across shallow mountains and beatings I prepare my final climb.

Through harsh mists and soft grasses the journey trembles on; days on end without my voices; alas, I realize they are gone.

Near all abandonment's shelter I rest without ease; my halved demon appears before me; she speaks hellishly in the breeze.

Forgiveness and hallucination she crisply burns in my eyes; I must awaken and continue, 'tis my time to remain wise.

To a judging stream near the g

I don't fight fair...Cut, bruised, scraped, forgotten. These things I have all been at least once in my life. But it
hasn't made me stronger, just more determined in my fight to live another day.
I know the ways of my attackers, studied their movements, learned their tricks and gleamed
their true motives. I have seen their weaknesses, their faults, theirs flaws and I have kept
them close to me, ready for use when the next time we meet.
They are cautious of me, they have weary from my adaptive ways, knowing that I can fall only
so many times. They are scared for I have the key to their defeat; not by sane ways, but by
the ways they fear to tread.
One look, one stare, one gesture and they will run in fear for the truth is upon them: "I won't
live restrained anymore."
"I have seen your errors an played on them like strings on a violin. Moved you to place were I
make the rules. Put you on display for all to see what you have done, and what will be done."

You ha

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.

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.

the carbon footprint of an arsonistyour crystal promise
rings drip off your glacial
fingers into global

nothings. the geodesic
dome you used to live in
is a hell you keep

clean-shaven and concentric,
spiraling away from you,
wrapping your unborn

children up in paper goblets.
for minimum wage, any geryon
would cling to the terza rima

inkblots on your
collarbones, his spongy molars
diving into your right

angles, his familiar laughs
killing your skin with
shivering cuddles and you

shudder, being self-diagnosed
at center of the universe,
your hair a nest of radio

waves, the one cosmic
principle drumming on the ancient
heart of mystery.

but amateur porn always
made you cry

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)

The WaitingBones hang from trees
Hollow windchimes rattling
In the sullen breeze

Dark clouds make noonday dusk
Rusted buttons on threadbare coats
Sorrow drips like rain

(From the fingertips of this dead-rose day)

Hoofprints kill the grass
Where the dark horse steps
The rider unsmiling

The tired and ill amble about
Cattle awaiting the shoulder tap
To sleep, but not to dream

(To become whatever the second birth dictates)

A Charmed LifeDoll-faced men and sinkholes, ancient tombstones
Leaves piled ankle-deep, falling down
Old wells, old graves, old friends lost
Pirate adventures in Neverland
Don't go into that barn

Ponchoboy and Rangergirl rise from the ashes
From the cold river, from afar
Remember before they were born, how they
Held hands and jumped into the world
Don't go into that school

Ladybugs, pennies, notes from the dead sun eclipse
Scrape the inside of your skull for clues
All the old dreams are still there, petrified
You are a rock of ages gibbering
Don't go into that factory

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Awkward momentsAwkward moments

Don't you ever feel like
that there is always thoses
awkward moments which always
leave you in awe of randomness

Awkward moment when I walk past
the someone i'm trying not to
bring down in spirit of life
and keep them smiling forever

That awkward feelingThat awkward feeling

That awkward feeling I get
When I walk past someone
I havn't spoken to
In a long while which
is no falut of theirs
but fault of mine
Because I feel like
I drag their sprits down

That awkward feeling I get
That leaves me feeling like
I can't even face them ever
Because I'm scared I'll
bring them down in spirits again

No fault of theirs but is
the biggest fault of mine
I don't know how to resolve this
I just can't face them, for It hurts me
I'm sacred to see them not smile

Winters day and winters nightWinters day and winters night

Like a winters day
Like a winters night
snow is nothing but delight
Nothing to give a fright

Like winter night
Like winters day
I am not a fay
But I do say Hey

Like a winters day
Like a winter night
I fear nothing but loss
I don't want to lose family
Nor do I want to lose friends

Hope in dark times

Hope in dark times

Even though I hurt inside
I feel as though I have hope
I never even feel alone
when I have my frinds by my side

Hope has felt so far away
but now It feels so close
I've never felt so cheerful
in my life for the beginning
untill this preasent moment

Happines has engulfed me
It's now part of me and
My personality of course
I've never felt so glad
to be alive and working hard

To make a decent future
which I will enjoy for ever
Even in the dark time I was
told to always have good hope

Smile foreverSmile forever

I see you here
I see you there
I see that with
that cheeky grin

I see you high
I see you low
I see you off
the swing set

I see you now
I see you later
However I see you
I always see you
smiling forever

Why is the question

Why is the question

why bother to run from pain
when all it'll do is catch to you
it'll never leave you alone to smile
It'll only get worse and worse in time

why bother to trying to smile
when pain hurts you like a black Phanther
like frightened prey stalked by a hunter
you flee and flee, trying to esacape

fleeing will do no good for you
you'll have to try and face up
fight your fear, even through pain
you'll never win over me suffering
why is the question most people ask
goodness knows why they do.

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friends are alway there for you

by ~Cressalia242, Jun 30, 2012, 3:26:24 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

friends are alway there for you

Like a Harsh winters day my soul is left

Feeling like a frozen, Ice clod snow flake

you hurt me deeply without feeling guilt

Hurt and alone, seeking comfort

I found it in caring, close friends

who shown their deep concern

They try to cheer me up and

make me smile happily

Success in making me smile

They give Big, warm hugs

to make me feel better

they always good to

to talk to when you

need to vent out emotions

Friends are always there for you

but if they're not, then they're

not even friends at all.

friends are alway there for youby ~Cressalia242

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I also wrote this for my Booksie account, this is to see others opinins of my work outside of devin too.

*ThePenVsTheSword Jan 11, 2013

It's good.

~Cressalia242 Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thank you ^-^

*ThePenVsTheSword Jan 13, 2013

You're welcome! ^^^

~Cressalia242 Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

^_^

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~Kay-March Jul 6, 2012

This composition is so full of joy, I'm very glad you post it here.
The drawing is so well done and happy, a perfect match for the poem.
Congratulations!

~Cressalia242 Jul 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you, ^_^ i wastryi g to be cheerful,

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