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Life is Short, Love is QuickWhat usually happens when one finds a true love? And I don't mean a soul-mate, twin-flame kind of love, I mean that kind of love that ignites your skin and makes your blood rush with excitement at his/her name? What usually happens? The girl most likely falls for the guy first, in most occasions. Thus, she hides her feelings because it would be considered "improper" or for some other reason. Or perhaps the young man falls for the lass quicker? And he doesn't whisper a word to her in fear of rejection or something else…something deeper. Either way, the genders hide their true thoughts of the other because of uncertainty on a matter. And I

The Clockwork Doll's ReflectionThe clockwork doll stumbles home,
She cries oil on her bed,
Falling to the floor she splits her side,
And pulls out her broken heart.

It's large but rusted,
Hardened and dark,
Thorns have grown around it,
A weed with one red bud.

Gasping she fingers the bud,
Its beauty precious and young,
How can something so beautiful,
Bring so much torment and pain?

Placing her heart back in her chest,
She seals the seams and stands,
In the mirror, a human girl cries,
Her brown hair draping down across her arms.

Around her on the floor,
Are scattered papers and sketches.
Swinging from her hand,
Is a ring on a cord.

The clockwork doll ste

The Letter My Parents Will Never ReadThe words just slip through my teeth, now,
They dance out of my throat and coat my tongue,
The lies.
"I'm fine."
"I don't like that anymore"
"I'm still the same person"
"I'm not mad at you"
"Everything's fine"
I've gotten so good at lying, now,
I sometimes can't tell when even I'm telling the truth.
"Sure, everything's good"
"See? I'm smiling"
"I haven't had my first kiss"
"I'm fine."
"I'm fine."
"I'm fine."

You know what?
I'm not fine.
I have to hide my heart from my own parents because they don't understand.
I have to pretend that I'm mad at him and have "repented from my ways".
But in reality, I wait to read his words

You'll Never Catch MeThere,
In the center of the prison,
Sways a starved young woman.
She drifts side to side,
Swinging from her rusted manacles.
"You'll never catch me, my dears," she sings,
"You'll never capture my soul,"
"As long as I still breathe, my dears,"
"My spirit will be whole!"
She chuckles and sighs,
Tears in her eyes,
Staining her irises red,
This acrobatic game she plays,
Fills her veins with lead.
"I will stay here, however long, and you will never see,"
"I can sing, here, in my cell,"
"But, my dears, you'll never catch me!"

I Won't Exist...I sit here on a sunken bed,
Surrounded by bright, meaningless colors,
The room itself numbed by patterns and details,
So many treasures,
So many "important" awards, trophies,
So many perfectly stacked books,
So many perfectly arranged pictures of a perfectly posing girl,
All of it means nothing, NOTHING!!!
And yet everything…
Every little freaking thing in this little freaking room,
Is a part, a piece, a puzzle,
Of my existence…All of this is me as I exist in their eyes….
Sometimes I just want to sweep my arm across the dresser,
Throw everything to the floor,
Watch the cheap perfume bottles shatter, sending hazy

Stand up, Now!Out the window,
Through the sky,
The dawn ignites my way,
I see across the world's rounded skin,
And cry tears of rain,
For all the pain.

I am trying to call out to you,
"Breathe, Live, Remember!"
But not a single soul is listening,
We are all bound by our own chains of self-disgust and anger.

I will run to you,
Across the lands,
Swim,
Across the seas.

Raise you up by your shoulders,
"Stand, Now."
"Stand up, Now!"
Wipe your tears,
Shed your skin,
Break your chains,
Let your life begin.

"Stand, Now."
"Now! Stand up, Now!"
Screaming in frustration,
I drain my blood and give a little to you all,
In hopes that you will b

Strong Enough...A shivering breath,
A chill on the skin,
The continuous twittering of the southern crickets,
And a little girl, curled in her bed.

Just a little brown-headed girl,
All tucked in without a care,
Her dreams take her across the world and under the sea,
With Disney-fied promises of true love and happy endings.

How simple it really was,
Back before that girl became me…
She used to fantasize and dream during both turns of the Sun,
And never feared anything or anyone.

She loved both her mother and her father,
Her little baby sister and her pups and kittens,
She loved everything.
She knew nothing.

That little brown-headed girl ne

My Heart Knows The TruthI'm letting go,
Walking away,
I hold my head straight,
I can do this, I breathe.

     You love him.

I'm letting go,
Gritting my teeth,
Turning my head,
My heart to protect, so it won't scar.

     You love him.

I'm letting go,
I fall to the floor,
Bang my fists down,
Tears. Gasps. Shudders.

     You love him.

I'm letting go,
I wipe my tears,
I can do this.
I can do this, right?

     You love him.
     You just can't help it.
     You love him.

Girls, Tell Me How....Girls always talk about how to fall,
And how to meet "the" guy,
They always talk about meeting him,
And how great it feels to be in his arms.
How great it feels to hold his hand,
To share secrets together,
And know the other's true soul perfectly.

Girls always talk about love,
The "thing" is to have a guy be your one and only,
"I love him" or "I love when he does that…"
I never hear the end of it…

But tell me, Girls, how I have never met a certain man,
Face to face, voice to voice….
But I want to hear him defend me from my parents,
I want to meet him around the corner and let him hold me,
And how, even though we'

A Mother's HateWhat am I to do?
Other than silently scream,
Crying tears poisoned by your hate,
And holding my hands so tight my fingers ache?

What am I to do?
When you twist my words to make them disrespectful,
When you claim I'm stupid and naïve, retarded and clueless,
And the only blood-sister I have spits out your own insults as she pleases?

What am I to do?
Other than hide online and secretly write my thoughts,
Shaking my head and staring off into space,
Standing there as you rant on and on….and on….?

What am I to do?
When you tell me you want me out,
And that you can't wait until the world ruins me?
Ruins me until I turn

Pressure to ChangeIt frightens me truly,
That one last step…
It's like leaning toward a chasm,
So deep you can smell the smoke from hell.

"You have to do this, and this, and that"
"You must apply for this, pass this, buy that"
So much pressure,
So little time,
So much expected of me…of my talents… my mind.

Hold my hand, so that when I jump into the darkness,
I know that you will be there….
Whisper my name, so that when I forget who I am in fear,
I will remember my true spirit's flame.

I do not want to fail,
I cannot disappoint you,
I have to win,
I have to make this look good,
I have to make you proud.
Where does this stre

The Bitter Nightmare/Too Heavy A BurdenRusted daggers flung from their tongues,
Deep, infected scars reopened,
Tear away the skin above my breast,
And witness my heart's weak thrum.

You, you have made it so,
You poisoned it with your truthful tonic,
Your tampered quotes and encrypted sneers,
Do not twine the needle deeper,
Fling your hair through the seeping blood,
Paint the canvas of my years,

Falling from the chasm's edge,
Releasing my mind from the bitter nightmare,
I watch the sun comb its way through the trees,
And struggle to stand against the bars of home,

My hands and feet chained, a dusty cloth between my teeth,
I wait for the warden's glance,
That moment

Denial.I know I'm in denial,
Saying I don't love her.
But I still say it all the while,
Because I have been hurt.

I know I should stop this,
I know I should just face it.
But I can't face up to this,
I can only run away from it.

I know that I still love her,
I would take her back in a heartbeat,
But as I can't have her,
I lie to myself, looking down at my feet.

I know that I still love her,
But Denial is my only friend.

Leave me alone...Would've been six months today,
That's why I ignore your question.
The question "Is everything okay?",
Why even bother with that inquisition?
It's obvious that I'm not great,
Everyone knows the reason too.

Don't try cover it up, it's too late,
You're trying to hurt me, aren't you?
You're horrible people, all of you,
Why hurt me? What did I do?
You're evil to me, all of you,
I don't get how she can like you.

But that's not my problem anymore,
So, I'll leave you to her, she deserves you.

DefeatGasp
Cough
Hack
I will live
I have
to

Stab
Grab
Heave
Breathe
I
Will
Win

Raise
Heat
Burning
Melting
Waxing
No

Drop
Clank
I can't
Hack
Smoke
I can't

Cough
Stumble
There is no justice
in this world
no reason
to remain
Fall

This
Is true defeat
When you've
given up
Cough
No

Blink
It's not my fault
I can't
Wretch
Crack
Burn

Oh but it is

I was
Doomed
to Fail
Crack
Scream
Pain

No. You doomed yourself.

This
is true
Defeat
Twitch
Freeze
Silence

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Whisper to Me

by ~topazcat511, Jul 31, 2012, 8:31:07 PM
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Whisper to me in my hair,
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