Mimicrymildewed [ghosts]
haunt the c.r.a.c.k.s in the w        do not
                           a        mistake
                           l        their voices
                           l        for
                           s

Safeshe tells me that they stole her words
marked them in red and wrung them out dry
leaving her shockingly [bare]
so she took up her -sharpest- pen
and she c a r v e d out her words
[close to her heart they'll be safe]

InvocationSpeak through me, Muse, and sing me the tale
Of that girl unskilled in the ways of the world--
The intrepid wanderer,
Seeking truth for years on end,
Oblivious to the dynamics around her
As others talk with their eyes and dance with their words.
Many the nights she's lain awake,
Living the hurts of her friends, powerless to help.
Trying to save the world
When she can't even save herself.
She wrote dark storms of words
And ascertained the deceptive nature of journals.
She lied to others and she lied to herself.
She learned that sharp words leave scars,
Struggling each day to open her eyes
And walk toward the light;
Yet despite her best intentions, sometimes she strayed:
But hands were there to guide her back to the path,
And hearts were there to share her pain.
Growing and changing and coming to see
That she didn't have to understand humanity to be human--
She doesn't have to earn love to be loved,
And angels can hide in the oddest of places.
Of these trials and tribulatio

BipolarYour gentle gaze like razor blades
Both cut me to the core
The shadows hide the lines you've crossed
Yet still I'm craving more
You're never who you seem to be
I don't know who you are
One moment you're the one I know
The next so very far
This dream in which we used to live
Uncertain now and bleak
Breathtaking as the cloudbreak is
Still havoc storms do wreak
My wild nightmare never ends
I cannot seem to wake
I'm desperate to find escape
Before I finally break
It's not you it's me I say
As hollow as it rings
No longer can I weather this
High time to test my wings
The words fall like an icy rain
Chilling, sharp, but true
Yet though I try to end it here
I'm still falling for you

NightmarePlot twist: you can't wake up.

Losing steamI am fifteen
but my body and
mutinous mind
are not mine.
I have scars on my arms
and memories of dark beauty--
bitter beads of blood
seeping shadows.
slide the knife
unzip my skin
and step outside--
who would I be
and how would I look?
perhaps I'm hollow?
what if--
underneath all this--
I'm not actually real?
maybe I was never here
just a dream
or was it a nightmare?
everybody wants me to
act my age
but I'm fifteen
so God only knows what that means.
not a child
not so innocent
not an adult
still too young.
I have to learn to talk to adults
and make phone calls to strangers
and manage my money
and drive a car.
I have to take care of the twins
teach them and protect them
and still be their friend.
I have to grow up soon
but i don't know if I'm ready...

CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my arms, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die: no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
of eternity.
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ringing in our ears
as the monitor stops
your breathing ceases
your face un-creases--
and, for the first time in years,
you run Home.

Lucidall this time she's seemed so near
her angel face you hold so dear
she'll find you in that darkest time
her eyes will speak sans reason, rhyme
in time you will remember things
of birds and bones and broken wings
of deadly secrets, shattered dreams
things left unsaid and silent screams
with open heart and open mind
stand in the rain and you will find
that healing lies in these things true
and to remember changes you

december 2010i am not hungry. i am not hungry.        no breakfast. no lunch. no snack. no dinner. zero zero zero
i am not hungry. i am not hungry.        food is bad. i don't need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't
i am not hungry. i am not hungry.        need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't
i am not hungry. i am not hungry.        need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't
i am not hungry. i am not hungry.        need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't.
i am not hungry. i am not hungry. must not eat. will not eat. cannot eat. do not eat.
resolution for today: i will not eat.

Candori am not the person you think
and you will realize that all too soon.
i am not what people have built me up to be
and i am destroying myself in trying to measure up.
i am not interesting.
if i were a puzzle, all of my pieces
would be careworn with age and wear
colors dull and muted--
a picture prosaically familiar;
there is nothing pretty to look at here.
i am not beautiful. i am not the kind of person
that they write about,
stories and poems that make you cry.
i am not strange enough to be special,
but i am not normal enough to fit in.
i am not fragile enough to engender support,
but i am not strong enough to help myself
let alone those who are foolish enough to rely on me.
i am not a delicate collectible
that people wish to adopt
and call my problems their own.
i am a dusty cliché
that has seen better days.
let me be clear:
i am none of these things.
i am not.

MasqueradeI don't understand humans.
Through meticulous observation and careful analysis, I have become proficient in appropriate exhibition of and reaction to socially-accepted behavior, but that's exactly what it is: mimicry. It doesn't come naturally to me. Despite extensive synthesis of the information I have gleaned, my fabricated understanding still has some gaps.
That's why intimacy scares me: I find it incomprehensible. It doesn't follow the preexisting rules set by other social statutes. There doesn't seem to be a pattern of behavior at all upon which I can rely in order to anticipate the outcome of situations in which I may find myself. And if I don't understand something at least to some extent, I cannot present a convincing imitation, and that marks me as an outlier.
I'm tired of being an outlier. I want to be part of something I can't comprehend as a whole, something everyone else seems to understand instinctively.
I want to be <

Chainedi see it in your eyes i see the fading of the light
i see it in your stance i see you're giving up the fight
it's not the end so don't you dare consider giving in
keep your chin up let it show this time they will not win
they cannot keep you down can't see that you're too strong to bend
they say that you are breaking but i say that wounds will mend
love can heal a broken heart and faith can form a shield
against the sharp and cutting words of those who'd see you yield
for they are wrong and we are strong enough to find the light
don't fear the darkness closing in i'll see you through this night
don't be afraid to come to me if you need help to stand
proud and strong you'll prove them wrong i offer you my hand
i will be there for you always have been always will
though they may say that no one loves you i will stay with you until
the end of time please listen close you mean the world to me
i cannot stand to see you chained please let me set you free

TransienceTime travel invented after death? Figures.

Flickeryou've fireflies for eyes [[all lies]]

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Wake-up callwhen you're drowning in an ocean of sad thoughts,
you don't trip out onto the beach:
sooner or later, the waves will sweep you off your feet
and you will be unprepared
when the waters close over your head.
instead, you take a deep breath
and say your prayers
and you dive in.
the quickest way to learn to swim
is to have no other choice.

Lesson learnedShe fell first, and scraped herself up on impact.
By the time you were ready to let to and trust that she would catch you,
she was no longer there.
She picked herself up, dusted herself off, and moved the fuck on,
because she's stronger than you.
And you were left holding the pieces when you hit the ground.

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by ~violetense, Sep 13, 2012, 5:52:42 PM
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_{I’m the anorexic at the local gym whom everybody watches but nobody looks at.
I’m the bulimic at school whom everybody pretends not to know about.
I’m the girl in your gym class with too many scars to be telling the truth.
I’m the kid with her head down in the library who is always “fine.”
I’m the boy who 'fell down the stairs'...again.
I’m the child who doesn't show up for school lunch because it's too expensive.
I’m the teenager living a double life in front of your very eyes.

Catch me if you can.}

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It scares me how much people can pretend not to see.

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Comments are welcome and greatly appreciated. Any feedback is great to hear. What can I do better?

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~Inu333 Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

:/ so many truths...

~xXEMOxSKATERxGIRLXx Nov 27, 2012

I can really relate to this, it's touching. And people only see what they wish to see. They ignore everything else

~Sikizu Sep 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Really good, bex.

~violetense Oct 4, 2012 Student Writer

Gracias.

!Kymira12 Sep 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It scares me too.. Okay so I know this sounds false but this made me get tears in my eyes. I can't stand people who just look away as if nothing is wrong when someone else so obviously needs help. And that last line.. at first glance it doesn't seem like much but when you think about it and understand the poem as a whole, it's just.. perfect. That's all I can say about that

~violetense Oct 4, 2012 Student Writer

I've been on both sides, and I'm not proud of it. There are so many people who are hurting and it just seems like no one cares enough to do anything, because it's not their problem. But it is our problem. It's our freaking problem that there is so much apathy out there.

I've been trying, since my stint as an object of sideways glances, to wake up and see what's really going on, and I've been amazed at what just a few words, a second glance, a written note can do for someone. I've been amazed at all the hurt that we just walk past. And I'm continually amazed by how unexpected people find the outreach. That's one of the saddest parts. Because we all deserve that kind of concern, and it breaks my heart that people think they're not worth it.

So. That's my little rant for the day. Gracias para feedback.

~TheButterflyOfHope Sep 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oh so well done! I love it

~violetense Oct 4, 2012 Student Writer

Gracias

~Pikachumili Sep 13, 2012

This is very great

~violetense Oct 4, 2012 Student Writer

Gracias

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