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Sticks and Stones"Hate. It's a word common among this world. Teenagers complaining that they hate this type of music or that person who only a week before had been a close friend. Hate is thrown around like a hot potato. Has anyone ever stopped to think about what hate really is? Has no one felt the stab of pain when a peer says, "I hate you," even knowing that their friend is joking? Has the word lost all meaning or has it been adapted for a certain purpose at a certain time? Is the boy crying wolf when he tells his sister that he hates her but not when he says the same about a true belief of dislike?"

Alex paused in her reading. She looked at the page, tea
You Have It AllYou have the eyes
I wish
would see me-
the eyes so deep and dark brown-
you have the smile
I wish
would smile at me-
the smile so wide and sweet.

You have the voice
I wish
would speak to me-
the voice so deep and rich-
you have the arms
I wish
would reach for me-
the arms so strong an shapely.

You have it all
and I wish
you'd love me.
still alivei have dealt with
bullying
and hate
molestation
and abuse
suicidal thoughts
and self hate
and im sure
you have too
but the fact
you are reading
this poem
proves one thing
you have lived through it
the fact that you are alive
means the bad guys
are not winning
the fact you are alive
should put a smile
on your face
DreamHave you ever worshipped a glowing sunset?
Have you ever tasted a poisoned lip?
Did you ever dream in vain
With hardship through the rain?

Gaze the turquoise mystic horizon
And the thwarted snow-white clouds
Dream for the Ever Free
For the thawing souls.
   For the world.

And you will realize, oh dear friend
Our paths are to cross through the valley,
Fill the hearts of our beloved ones.
The world as we know it shall change…

Dream through the sky
Your reality is mine…
All through the sky
For the record of life…
the day her muse diedshe stares at the page and

wills herself to write

everything or

anything
that comes to mind.

it seems like so long ago

she never had enough time

to write what was on her mind.

the words spun like webs around

and around in head.

until she felt like she couldn't breathe.

the one she meant to purge

with every final line

of

every

single

poem
was dug in D E E P.

swearing each time

this

would

be

the

last

poem
about him.

she wonders if she were strong

then after this long

she might have given up on him.

if he wasn't entrenched

so deep.

then she might find time to sleep.

for a few peaceful moments

where she is truly A L
She is my saviorMy hand won't stop shaking,
my heart won't stop racing
and I can't stop pacing.

I'm wearing a hole in the poplar planks
and I can't take much more of this,
this thing that eats me
from the inside
working its way outside
to show the terror on my face
because every place I look
I see things that cannot be there.

Like the cat that is the color
of melted butter who sits across from me
so he can make sure that I see him
as he opens his mouth
and unhinges his jaw
showing the razor sharp teeth in his maw.
Then he pounces toward me
and I want to flee
but I'm stuck to the ground
and I listen to the horrific sound
that slowly leaks
This Is For YouIt's not for looks.
It's not to fit in.
And it's not for your criticism.
~~~~~~~~~~
Cutting, Burning, and something I call Breathing are all emotional filters. They help calm the burning physical pain of that single individual. The physical pain takes your mind away from the horrible aching pain in your heart, and in your soul.
Though it is NOT something I would suggest. Ever. But it is a popular route for those in pain. I don't expect everyone to understand this, I also don't expect everyone to stop and actually comprehend this. Everywhere you look, it says that if you know a friend that is physically harming themselves make sure you g
We Are Who We AreWe are open wounds and bleeding gashes of despair
Treasuring what we once needed,
but can no longer stand to look at

We are living in a world that doesn't
appreciate us, that doesn't appreciate
our talents or what we've been through

We are the misunderstood beings of society
We can never be heard, no matter how loud
we scream...

Nobody quite "gets it", the stuff we say
means nothing to anyone, EVER
But beyond the misfortune, there is a glimmer of hope

We ask ourselves "What do we have to lose?"
"What is there left to live for?"
And the wind responds by telling us that
"The only thing that is absolute in life are uncertainties"
I want toYou eat at me
gnawing me to the bone
the very core
draining me, straining me
making me, forcing me
to think of things
that are best forgotten.

So much tension
in the tether,
in the noose,
in the room
between me and …

I alone feel like
there should be more.

Then when we are alone
I find myself wanting,
needing,
pleading,
begging.

I find myself …

I want to (kiss you)
so bad.
WhiteWhite.

White as snow, white as marble, white as the wings of a dove as it flies to better places. Cramped, secluded, shut off from the world. Empty walls, door of steel.

She wears a jacket that doesn't fit – it's too tight, and it has lots of buckles on it. She can hardly move. They put it on her when she first arrived, saying that she was dangerous. It's strange, being called "dangerous" when no-one seems afraid of you. Pitying, perhaps, but not afraid.

Her hair lies close to her scalp, leaving her neck bare and exposed. They hacked it all off with a pair of blunt shears when she first arrived, regularly coming in to cut off the bits
Poem #48I once met a girl
who wore a smile as bright
as her sundress.
That girl was not me.

And have you ever noticed that your
bed never feels more comfortable than
right before you fall asleep
after trying to kill yourself?
(Suicide is a vulgar word.)

Today I swear I saw your ghost in
the mirror
braiding flowers into my hair,
but then I realized
it was just the shadows
of time
playing tricks on me again.

There is a bird outside
who's been coming to the window lately.
He reminds me of you.
He is small, timid,
and he flies away whenever
I approach him.
Yet,
he always returns.
Everything I Want To BeI want to write something poignant and moving.
It will make you cry and make you laugh.
It will win awards and give me prestige.
It will change someone's life.

I want to write something hilarious and heart-wrenching.
It will make and break relationships because of realizations of truth.
It will make you think differently than before you cracked open the first page.
It will make you want to read it again and again and again.

I want to write something that means something.
It will be translated into language after language, copy after copy published.
It will be read in schools, but the kids will actually enjoy it. Even after the thing
A ChildhoodI was born into a household many might call
Rich, easy, loving
Two parents still very much in love
Two annoying yet loved older siblings
And a caring, cuddly, fluffy dog

Rich... Not exactly, but I couldn't complain
Easy... Not really, I was and am pushed to work harder,
Be better,
Good grades, attitude, manners
Loving... Yes, though the occasional smacks takes me away from that sometimes

All in all a pretty nice life
Until it wasn't

Losing my father at age 12
Suddenly
Unexpectedly
To a heart attack

Finding comfort in fists connecting with walls
And Sharp objects meeting flesh

Being sent to a therapist
Diagnosis?
PTSD, AD
CopeI know you've tried everything.

You drew, you sang, you ate, you stopped eating, you smashed mirrors, you wrote, you made new friends, you shot up, you got wasted.

Everything.
But you chose this.

I know you're hurting and no one gets it,
I know you're afraid.

Blood and a blade.

You chose this?

You tried everything from drinking to volunteering, from hating to loving and pretending to live —

But this
is how you chose
to cope.
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hearts don't breakhead in the tree
oh woe is me
but hearts don’t break you see

they are strong
and hearty
and love to party
they would never break on me

not even if my dog got hit
by an ice cream truck
or my cat drowned in all the muck
or my hamster stopped
running on his wheel
none of it would change how I feel

happy
with a smile
plastered
on my face,
you’d never
see me
with a frown

outside
I am perfect
my heart
never broken,
just locked
in a box
safe and sound.
what you see from a treeHills, grass, rocks, and flowers,
clouds surrounding mountain tops;
this could go on for hours.

You could stay in your tree
and see all you could see
but eventually
your butt would go numb.

So out you climb
and swing down on a vine
to the floor below;
you dig in your toes

to the wet grass
and the gooey mud
making squishing sounds
as you take a look around.

There’s a small little lake
and the skin from a snake
and bugs and leaves and a snail,

but the view from down here
is limited, yet still clear
and you see a tiny little game trail.

But really the limited view
is only what’s right there in front of you.

So
Love on the BeachI see you standing there on the beach,
my toes digging deep in the sand,
attempting to gain proper footing
before my heart takes over
and forces me to run,
without thinking,
into your awaiting arms
that are attached to your perfectly tanned body
that is covered with a pair of ripped up blue jeans
and a shirt that probably saw its last good day
in the summer of 1998.

Ironically that was the last time I was on a
beach staring at someone with eyes like yours,
piercing deep into my soul, but this time my
soul cries out for you to hold me, to catch me
in your arms and gently lay me on the blanket
there at your feet,

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Accidental Overdose

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Sticking my finger down my throat,
I swallowed an entire bottle of them.
I realize life is worth living.
I don't want to fucking die.
I just need to vomit and I'll be better.
They've already been absorbed, I'm screwed.
I don't want to go to the hospital.
Where's my fucking phone?  It's just three numbers.
I can feel my heart rate slowing down
Get excited, raise that blood pressure.
and my extremities are going numb.
They're just cold, rub them a lot.
Back to the wall, ass on the ground, unmoving.
Get up!  Dance!  Punch something!  Anything!
The darkness takes me and I have one last thought:
I only thought I wanted to die, I swear.

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The title says everything. Sometimes it is a cry for help that ends up being the last cry you ever make.
©2011-2013 =VertigoArt
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=Melanie-J-Howle Jul 28, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
submitted to a group im in hope thats cool with you ,you just have to except if you want it there .
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=Melanie-J-Howle Jul 28, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Really something to think about .
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~Ang3lsDrumSticks Jul 15, 2011
This gave me goosebumps, and that's a good thing. So tragically beautiful Bravo!
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=VertigoArt Jul 20, 2011
thank you very much
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~alittlebitoffaith Jul 8, 2011
very true. i like this altho it's sad i like sad peoms cuz it seems more realistic
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~persephus Jul 8, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
This is extremely powerful. It's interesting because I think you and have a lot in common as far as wanting to end it goes. I can't tell you how much this piece hit me. It's scary...
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=Zeiphex Jul 8, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, that is so chilling, it gives me the creeps. Very honest and well written. Also, I wish you the best of luck in your life, keep on fighting :)
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~franlovesmjj Jul 8, 2011  Student General Artist
Wow, this is amazing, I love the last line, specially :)
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=VertigoArt Jul 8, 2011
Thank you for taking the time to read it.
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~franlovesmjj Jul 8, 2011  Student General Artist
You're welcome :)
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