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Who am IWho am I
But a pile of thoughts and
Feelings served on golden plates

Who am I
But the darkness that surrounds me
And the light that penetrates it

Who am I
But a figure ducked in corner
Enveloped by melting fingers

I cry and shout
But nobody can hear me
I try to move
But space curls around me

Who am I
Deep inside underneath the clothes
Underneath the skin and flesh

Who am I
The being that exists
For itself and by itself

I cry and shout
And smile upon the sounds
I try to move
And split myself to pieces

And there is no one
To stop my rapid fallout
As the drops of me
Soak into dried earth

One-WayGinger, soft-hearted, wholesome and yet
Sliced inside, open and let
To dump out your life through the gash in your soul
With no one to heal the festering hole
As it putrefies and draws in the bites
Of the much-too-affectionate, fortunate mites.

And as I drift to you, part of my kin,
Entrapped in your vision,
My mouth is a-grin
But not with derision.

Though I skim through your file,
And weep for your lesions,
I can do naught but smile,
Entombed by adhesions
That I cannot discuss
But wish that I could.

Alas, it’s just us
And I know that I should.

I can’t.
I can’t.
I can’t do that to him.

But what about you?
And the

TriggerBetrayal and derision
Were the bullets in your gun,
And you shot with the skill and precision
Of a seasoned marksman.
But just as I was expiring
on the edge of existence,
You decided that the sea
Would not carry me
Off to a diluted heaven.
You brought me back,
Back in the lonely tower,
Where you fed me lies, coated in sugary syllables,
Pretending they were medicine.
You rubbed salt in to my wounds as you stitched them shut.

I needed rest.
While I slept,
You blocked off paths
that might have led to another's hospitality.

Demons were outside the window.
They watched as I suffered,
Hoping I would die.
But I could not.

Slowly, painfully,
I

Beautiful, dangerous preyBeautiful, dangerous prey

During the night
All the things that live in the dark
Shall come out and play;
They are the beautiful, dangerous prey
For those who are brave enough to stay
After the Sun is away.

Each has a Moon entwined into their hair-
Too beautiful for any mortal to bear-
And silver of old, feathers of gold, meant to lead
The way of those brave enough to stay
After the Sun is away.

They will dance throughout the whole night cold,
Glimmering bold, all that silver and gold.
It is really a shame that
From one hundred thousand men
Only one shall dare to stay
After the Sun is away.

If Only They KnewWe hide away from the pain,
Your scars covered with sleeves,
Your sadness, masked with a smile,
If only they knew, if only…

The eyes of many always watching,
Waiting for that one mistake,
All they want is for you to fall,

But you’re strong,
Keeping all the pain inside,
Hiding behind that beautiful smile,
If only they knew,

All you want is to cry out,
You just need that shoulder,
That one friend to lend a hand,

But when you need them the most,
You turn them away,
Your reassuring words sending you further into the darkness,
If they only knew,

The eyes of many always watching,
Waiting for that one mistake,
Waiting to see you

Pretty UglyWith my chipped teeth
I'll kiss your broken smile
with my sunken black eyes
I'll love your ugliness
With my mangled legs
I'll walk your trotted style
Carry you on my back
and tell you you're beautiful
As we sit here like ghouls on graveyards
Making faces like the monsters we are
Trying hard to keep the blood in our bodies from freezing to chunks
We churn out music. Am I the only one
who's willing to hug you?
who's willing to kiss you?

Still.Reflection lingered, once the subject fled.

Isabelleisabelle,
you are nothing but
an injured bird,
losing your way
in a world of uncertainties.

your wings
have been clipped,
by their ignorant words
(not good enough, not good enough)
and you’re grounded:

stuck.

unable to rise
to the light of the sun –
instead you’re alone below,
drowning in the droplets
of their adamant rain.

not good enough,
they whisper once again,
not good enough…

SleepThere once was a little girl.
She dreamed about a little boy.
He was nice to her,
not like the others.
He didn’t run away from her,
afraid of her overbearing personality.
He didn’t laugh and make fun of her
for the little extra weight she had on.
And they held hands and laughed.
And
she
was
happy.

And she woke up and realized it
was only a dream.
And she couldn’t remember his face.
And she couldn’t remember his name.
All she knew was her hand felt
empty.

But she went to school the next day and smiled
and played with her friends,
and ignored the other boys,
and forgot her hand was empty.

The little girl grew up a li

Heart Has Been BrokenI watch you from a distance
Your pain filled expression as you are turned down
There is a feeling of pain left inside
But there is nothing left to hide

Your heart has been broken
It looks like it’s been torn open
And it ticks like a clock
You wish to see your feelings returned
But it’s just not to be

I miss the beauty in the air
Of the times where you start to sing
A melody of your love
It’s another one of those beautiful things
But now all I feel is the misery in the air
Where you were rejected

Your heart has been broken
It looks like it’s been torn open
And it ticks like a clock
You wish to see your feelings retur

Down the rabbit hole I go, AliceT
u
m
b
l
i
n
g

Down, into the dark
With no one there to catch me
It doesn't matter to me, where I land
The hole seems to be grabbing ahold of me more often
Because I can't cope
There are too many little doors
And depression follows me around
Just like the Cheshire cat

smile broken
a y
l o
i u
c r
e, for e

MasqueradeShe glides into the room,
Her crimson dress flowing.
Body engulfed in a sweet perfume,
Only half of her face showing.

The candles flicker,
Bowing down as she passes.
Heartbeats become quicker,
Every man's affection she amasses.

Her discomfort begins to tell,
For she is not all that she seems.
To herself she has said farewell,
Haunted by the world of dreams.

Behind the mask lies the pain,
The sharp feeling of regret.
Her composure she must maintain,
Try to forgive and forget.

An ode to a certain beautyThere's a certain beauty
That has captured my eye
Her friendship would behoove me
I can not pass her by

She may not be pencil thin
but to me, that is okay
She won't be taken by the wind
So her body I will not trade.

She may not be Americas top model
but there's no doubt that she is fine
The space between our eyes like tunnels
Their beauty traveling into my mind.

She may not be the next Einstein
But she is smart enough for me
She says the right thing at the right time
And puts my heart at ease

She may not be perfect to others
but everyone makes mistakes
The only real crime she has ever mustered
Was the taking of my heart today

She may n

61.8% Waterthe veins along my racing heart are rivers.

their waterfalls cascade into my stomach,
and hit the bottom with an empty thump.

waves run along the inner linings of my lungs,
crashing into every breath.
no wonder I can never seem to take in enough air.

the bottom of my throat is consumed by a whirlpool.
it steals all of my words,
and tucks them deep into the crevices of my bones.

the pressure of all these words under my skin builds up,
so that every so often a flood hits my brain,
and all my thoughts are scrambled up and confused.

some days I wish for a tsunami
to wash away all of these helpless scars.

With YouHold me tight,
Please don't go.
I'm falling apart,
falling down so low.

Like a rag doll I'm tearing,
seams falling apart.
I can't sew them back up,
wouldn't know where to start.

I need your help,
but I'm too scared to say,
too scared to reach out,
tell you to stay.

You're my only hope,
like it or not.
My chances are slim,
but I'll give it a shot.

So hold me up,
don't let me fall,
just tell me it's okay,
answer my call.

That's all you need to do,
and I'll be alright.
With you by my side,
I'll stand up and fight.

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Wasted tears, Wasted years

by ~cheshirequeen13, Feb 27, 2013, 6:18:44 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

These tears i've cried
Are bitter when tasted
My time is wasted
On people who don't care
Who weren't there
And certainly aren't here now
To witness how,
She fell
Her color and vibrancy drained dry

Wasted tears, Wasted yearsby ~cheshirequeen13

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2013 ~cheshirequeen13

I wrote this a week or so ago, when I was feeling lonely. I'm not one of those people flock to you people ya know?

*yours----truly Mar 27, 2013

Beautiful, I know what u mean x

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~cheshirequeen13 Mar 29, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thanks

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~hermafrodite Mar 9, 2013

right pepol say they havw 3000000 frinds
but how many of them would die for you?

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~cheshirequeen13 Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Precisely.

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*dark-eyed-wolves Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

whooops im guessing them emoticons dont work in these posts x_x

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~cheshirequeen13 Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

ohhhh

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*dark-eyed-wolves Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

beautiful poem ! :iconpandaxbunnylove1plz

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~cheshirequeen13 Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thanks though

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*littlemoonboots Mar 6, 2013

It's a sweet poem, though the rhythm is isn't consistent. Also, I don't think it should be in the free verse catagory, due to the rhyming evident at the end of stanzas.

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~cheshirequeen13 Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

It's more of a couplet at the end. I don't try to make my rhythm consistent. I feel that it should be, due to the fact that I dont purposefully structure my poems. They just come out how they do, because I pick what lines are floating around my head. But thanks for the input.

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