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Graduation DayGraduation Day:

They told us we would be alright...

We had fought with honour and won our titles.

We had overcome trials together -

Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.

For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;

A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.

All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.

Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...

There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.

Walking miles across the scorching desert,

Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.

Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -

Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned.
You don't just die.Do you understand?
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Hearts
Souls
And sanity.

Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
Everyone dies
Everyone cries
Everyone suffers
From YOUR goodbyes.

Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
With you.
They Called Her UglyThey called her ugly
and she screamed that she was beautiful
because that is what she believed
and They screamed twice as loud
and They left a small scar on her arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They called her ugly
and she yelled that she was beautiful
because that is what she thought she was
and They yelled three times as loud
and They left a bigger scar on her other arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They called her ugly
and she said that she was beautiful
because that is what she hoped
and They just said it louder
and They left a scar on face that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They call
I wish...I wish I was a monster
So I could be kind
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was colored
So I could respect people
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was a man
So I could be kind to women
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had male friends
So we could all be..
Just friends
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had autism
So I could prove that autism,
Does NOT mean "dumb".
And I could break the stereotypes.

I wish I could change the world.
But sometimes, you can't break a stereotype.

Only stereotypes, can break you.
Lingerhow can i move forward,
when the fingerprints of my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys?
i am just waiting, for the day,
when the saddest parts of me
are overcome with songs of serenity.
Pretty Blue PillsPretty blue pills,
shiny in my palm,
the ticket to my peace,
to my eternal calm.

They're so perfectly round,
and soon they'll be in me.
The closest to perfect
that I'll ever be.

They go down so smooth.
Five, ten, fifteen and twenty.
Soon I'll be gone.
Twenty-five and Thirty.

That should be enough,
but I'll play it safe.
Thirty-five and forty.
Now I have no more to take.

The bottle is empty,
as empty as I feel.
None of this is happening,
too good to be real.

But soon I start to drift
into a dark unknown fog.
Somewhere quite distantly.
I hear a muffled sob.

But I blow it off as fake.
Nobody could possibly care.
I doubt anyone's noticed
th
PhantomWhen life
or fate
or whatever it is
that puts things together
and takes them apart...
when It
amputated you,
it left me
with a phantom
limb
and you are still attached
to my body
when I dance
and make love
alone
ten ways this breakup isn't meant for the movies1.
you go out for twelve eggs and come back
with half a dozen and a new girlfriend.
you hold the eggs out to me like
six dead birds is enough of a peace offering.

2.
i push the eggs out of your hand and stay
with my hand over your heart as i watch them
fall. if they do not hit the ground, this is all a dream.

3.
the eggs smash on the tile and splatter
on the cherry wood cabinets, newly installed
that cost me two paychecks.

3.
the egg whites hit your leather shoes that
you’ve worn for two months straight
because you think they make you look more sophisticated.

3.
the egg whites hit the fridge halfway up, barely touching
the moose mag
Dear friend,You have to understand, dear
The reason to why I run.
I run away from reality
From the lungs that cannot
Take anymore smoke
From the heart that threatens to
Stop...
I run away because 
I'm a coward
Because I'm afraid of life
Afraid to care or love.
I'm afraid that every time
I'm glad it blows up in my face
And that every time I smile
I shed a million more tears.
That's why I run, dear 
You have to understand.
I was destined to be a fighter but
I don't want to fight anymore.
I was destined to be a warrior
But how am I supposed to win when
The war I fight is against life itself?
I know that I  always blow everything up but-
I keep stepping on mines, dear...
                          ...I keep stepping on mines...
ellipsisshe goes to sleep
clawing at her chest with pinpoint accuracy
for an emptiness she can’t describe,
but hates all the same. tomorrow

she will write a letter: “dear boy,
i always wanted to be somebody’s
flowery poem, but the verses carved in my arms
are riddled with ugly clichés. & you are why

i don’t sleep through the night. if
we were a language, i was the
subordinating conjunction, you were

the punctuation.

i remember you in staccato
conclusions, solemn absences
of goodbye”
TearsI am not afraid to cry.

I am not afraid for you to see the tears

My tears.

Don’t tell me I have no heart.

Don’t tell me I have no soul.

For without them I could not cry.

You may not see my tears but they are there.

I have learned to let myself cry for the things I’ve loved,

For the things I’ve lost.

They are silent tears, but they are mine.

So let me cry.

Let me show you I have a heart.

Let the things that touch my heart be shown through my tears.

I am not afraid to cry.
Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulder
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul

To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes

Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity
I'm a monsterWe all have little monsters in us
that whisper ugly words into our ears.
My soul is at war, it is a fight
between the human and the monster in me,
and I fear... that the monster will win.

The monster controls me...
it forces me to think the worst of others
and it tells me to isolate myself,
to protect myself from those evil humans.
The monster dictates my every move,
I must pretend that I am a human...
lest anyone think of me as a monster.

The human inside of me has long died
and the seemingly innocent person you see  
is nothing but a disgusting monster
hiding in the body of another,
preying on the weaknesses -
the weaknesses of those fra
Remnants
Hold on to my sanity every single day
I’m not gonna fall.
Those hungry, greedy holes you left
They start calling.

Just like a cold-blooded murderer
You use every heart you can find
When will you ever be satisfied?

You destroy everything you build
and tear everyone you love
Just to die and start over again.
Replay, replay, replay...
Until you grow weaker, and weaker.

You never destroyed me.
I destroyed myself to forget you.
I die every day in an endless cycle,
The rotating remnants of revolting hearts.

Just like water, I choke and swallow.
I mirror your mind, your thoughts, and your desire
And just like Narcissus, you fall deeper and
Aura: The Revolution
Aura: The Revolution

I will never live up to any other expectations

I will only just reach the place in life that's destined

Never again will I be a victim of impossible outcomes

Never again will I allow my self-respect to be disgraced and overcome
-
I am a prisoner no more
Discrimination became the martyr

I had to put an end to this war
I will not be walked on like I had been before

The future of a fearless life is what I now strive for
The source of my resolve has been built into my core

I believe what's right / To live my life
I'll reach for the light / And shine so bright

There's no limit to the sky / This smile never felt so fine
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RedRed.
The color of life. Brilliant crimson. Glittering ruby. Deep carmine.
The color that stained my hands.
The life that ran down my cheek.
Hooded eyes that gazed down at me. Empty, maroon orbs.
The pool of water that formed around me. That red, bloody red.
The moon that night. Red, Red.
As my eyes closed. An endless sea of wine, wine red.
Red, Red, Red.
So many things in my life are red.
The color of my friends.
Of my family.
Of me.
Red.
Web of LiesThey say that telling a lie is like weaving a web.

At first, it's rather difficult.

You have to learn to spin the silk. You have make it hold together.

But as you weave more, it becomes easy. Before you know it, you've grown used to it.

The others around you are flies. They don't see the web you've wove, they don't notice as they are caught. They struggle silently, unaware.

But, every now and then, you'll meet a spider.

They navigate your web with ease, picking it apart.

And before you know it, your web is gone. You lose yourself.
Fall AwayFrom one tortured soul to another.
From one kindred to another.
Forget the pain, forget the rage, forget the anger. Forget
the sorrow.
Just go out into the rain. Feel the dampness soak through
your clothes, your skin, your soul.
Feel the numbness take over, feel the pain fade away.
Forget the life you once had, and fall away into pieces.
 

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Has there ever been a time, when your life felt so bad

That you just want to cry and go to bed

It really feels like it's the end, but it's just getting started.

Hopeless thoughts swirl around my head – is this madness I have entered?

///

But then there was a ray of light

Thrown to me like a coil of rope

And so I let myself hope

So now each day seems a little brighter

While the darkness grows ever slighter

///

Then the shadows came back

Something in my mind went crack

And so I sat alone in my bed

Now things are bad,

But will only get worse.

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The first part was written during a period of time where things were pretty bad, but then they began to look up a bit. I was just going to post it like that, but then things got... worse... far worse than they were before...

Honestly? I don't know where to put this...
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Critique by ~elicandy Dec 17, 2012, 10:11:25 AM
Hey! I saw your wish in the Well and thought I's stop by and give feedback!
The first stanza is very strong. I specially like the last verse. The middle one was my favourite. I simply loved
"So now each day seems a little brighter
While the darkness grows ever slighter"
The sense of hope and sunlight you give there is amazing. That was my favourite part by far.
The first part of the last stanza is good, but the ending is a little bit feeble. MAybe try to keep up with the rhyme on the last verse? Or add a stronger word.
Overall, I really liked it. I think your rhyme is great, and I specially liked how you managed to convey all the feelings in the poem. Wonderful job!
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Critique by =SpriteBlayde Dec 4, 2012, 2:32:49 PM
I really liked how you ask your audience a question. That was a great technique to use to help your reader relate to your writing. :)

However, I felt that the ending was a little weak... perhaps changing the last two sentences with some better words to create more imagery. You could also use more words to help create more of an emotional pull through out this piece just to help keep your reader engaged.

Overall, this was a great piece. I personally can relate and this was very touching. I hope this critique helps, even though I am an amateur writer myself. :)
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`SavageFrog Dec 19, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I've felt like that so many times in the past. I hope that anyone who goes through the experience can find peace somehow.
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=RebelAtoli Jan 23, 2013   Writer
Hmm, after hitting rock bottom, pretty much everything else looks a bit better ^^;
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`SavageFrog Jan 23, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
It does
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