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Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
Maybe.
But at least it makes me
Me.

FrostbiteNumbness
I can’t feel my toes and at first I think
It’s just my toes.
I can cover them up.
I can warm them.

It spreads, like fire,
Like ice.
I glance away for a second, it seems, and my feet are cold
Pat –pat
That’s funny, I didn’t feel that
Maybe I’ll cover them up too
I’ll warm them up.

I’ll take a nap
Maybe a short rest will make it all better, warm them
Up…
What’s that? How long has it been?
My legs… are you still mine..
Why has my breath left me, short?
Has everything but deserted me?

What about you, are you still here?
Are you still with me?
Hello?
And before I can say goodbye, I think my thoughts are leaving me too –

Sleeping Beautyshe’s in love with a character who
never existed but in the labyrinth of her head:
a patchwork composition of beautiful, lengthy words
she’d heard in her catatonic state; coma living
day in and day out, reliant on the salvation
of a man made of foreign wishing
and imperfection and necessity – an ignorance
of the less than ideal perception of self she’d
come to fear, absention stained romantic to the point
where daydreams were a standard for survival

(real living is for the purposeful of heart,
he loves her in her sleep)

UneditedWe cry.
We scream.
We fight for our dream.

We scream.
We cry.
We're just waiting to die.

The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.

The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.

So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?

Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?

Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.

Wouldn't surprise.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"

RelapseIt’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when

‘just one more’

made you feel better.

- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s

falling.

Happily AloneHonesty,
She does not have,
Personalities,
She has many of them.

A million shields,
a million personalities,
She's always changing,
to fit every person around her.

If one were to ask why,
she would answer with,
I will never reveal my weaknesses,
because she's evil.

She hates everyone,
stupider than her is barely tolerable,
smarter than her is too scary,
She hates it all.

She leaves the world behind,
To one she has dreamt of,
No color,
nobody else.

Then,
she will smile,
why,
because she is truly happy alone.

She is not evil,
She does not hate you,
She is not dishonest,
She simply wants to be alone.

We are the King and Queen of Broken DreamsStanding still in a mine field, staring at all we have left.
We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.
Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.
If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do.

It was a whirl wind romance,
A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.
You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.
I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to.

We built a house without foundations
And now we’re falling down,
Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.
People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,
That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see.

There was no fire to start with,
Just two broken things, the world had left behind.
The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,
Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.
We never stood a chance or so

wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,
swollen around the words she never said;
dark rings around her eyes
like planets unremembered, and
a staleness to her touch,
the crystalline Dead Sea.

she's living like a story
that's already been told
"if no one loved you
would you mean anything at all?"

in that moment,
we forget to exist.

lifelinesI fear the sound of sparrows
and the density of leaves
against dew-muffled blades
of grass,

and I'm drowning
in the sky.

My skin has learned how
to peel itself off
without causing a commotion
in my marrows or
even show the slightest hint
of pain,
and my heart has learned how
to hush the stars in their wake
and keep it all a secret.

There's a sea in my mouth
and I can't swim.

There are lifelines
cast like these and it will
all end with the same tragedy.

Falling off the EdgeDo you know what it feels like?
To nearly fall off the edge,
but not quite...
just so that you're dangling;
clinging for your worthless life
lest it fall into the sea of loneliness.
Your callused, pink fingers turning
to a shade of purplish-red of pain
as it does it best to hold on.

Splash.

In the sea of loneliness,
everything is crisp, translucent.
There is nothing around you,
you are alone...
unlike other people,
you have no one
clamouring to save you;
you have no one
diving in to get you out.

There is no point
screaming for help,
you will only waste
the little time and air you have left.
You only have the darkness
of the sea envelop

of seafoam thronesFrom Atlas’ hands she wept to me,
atop Africas and South Atlantics;

this is one situation unaffected by
ember eyes and windy lashes
(it has no anatomy).

You are sparrows stranded
in tiny crevices and cliffside love,
though you rebuke flight
in the fear of chipping feathers.

So what do you do?

You reach for my soul,
coveting flight with shaking
dainty arms…

and perhaps I’ll let you:
With flytrap lips and
glass shaped hips…
you are unfit for anything but
sight.

(But beauty isn’t everything)

Honesty Written

from the

heart.

No eraser.

Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,
but what can you say?
Nothing can help her.
The pain won't go away.

But she would've stopped,
you could've said no.
That's what she wanted,
someone to say don't go.

That someone wanted her,
or at least would try.
That someone would grieve
if she were to die.

But you just stared,
nodding your head,
and she realized the truth
with a feeling of dread.

No one wanted her.
No one cared.
Not even you,
with the the love you shared.

So she said good-bye,
and you watched her leave.
She may have had the rope,
but now you can't breathe.

PerfectEver had the feeling where you can't stop looking at a picture?
Your gorgeous face makes me smile
Go weak at the knees
Makes me giggle like a little girl

Those morning texts
All day conversations
Random silly things like that
Make me smile

I see the led light flash the colours I've set for when I get a message from you
My heart flutters
My cheeks flush
I go deaf to the world when I'm reading a message from you

If your down
I'm always there for you
I know you don't want to worry me
I know you want me to smile
But I'm always here for you
No matter how you feel
I'd prefer to help
Than for you to be down

Your gorgeous eyes
Are mesmerising
You

With This RingWith this ring,

I swear to keep myself pure.

To not give myself away until the night of my marriage,

To the one whom God has chosen for me.

With this ring,

I swear to avoid the temptations

That may lead me astray

And defile me.

With this ring

I swear to not only keep my body pure,

But to keep pure my mind.

To not think perverted thoughts,

To not corrupt myself from within.

With this ring,

I swear that all of what I am will be pure

For he who is to be my husband.

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Judge meOn what you see, not heard

Love songsYou married a High school fling,
Sold your Mustang for a wedding ring.

You got married in a church,
Though I've never heard you say a prayer.

She floated down the isle,
Though she wasn't the one who caught your stare.

I sat in the gallery, hid myself from view,
Though I knew you could see me, you and only you.

You moved from the city, to live in a country home,
But in this big old house, you're bound to feel alone.

Two years on, you got the big news,
You should be happy, yet you're singing the baby blues.

She sold your records to buy a crib,
The last thing you had of the life you once lived.

Now the music in your live is gone,

UnseenShe said no, he said yes,
He pushed her down, she held her breath.

Now she spends her nights fear.
Trying to be strong, trying to hold back the tears.

Left hurt, left in pain,
But she's the only one she blames.

Even though he did this, she'll never say a word.
Not a single one spoken, not a single one heard.

She could scream at the top of her voice, yet no one will care.
And now she's left with these many scars to bear.

And when she closes her eyes at night, it's his face that she will see.
She can never forget that image, and spends her life in regret.

Yet she will never feel loved again, she will always feel unclean,
She

One day I will find youA knight in shining armor, a princess that floated on air,

She stood tall and beautiful, with her long, flowing golden hair.

He was dark and handsome, I couldn't help but stare.

And yes again I would be dreaming, in a far away kingdom I lay.

Only I wish it was real, I wish I could stay.

I could stay with you, my angel of the night.

Because when I wake, my dear you're long gone out of sight.

And I'm sad to say I missed you, for I wish you where always there.

But when I arrived in danger, you where the one to save me, I didn't need a prayer.

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Revenge

by ~TheIndigoFeather, Jul 20, 2012, 4:56:33 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Sometimes I have to laugh at the things you do, but darling I'm not laughing with you, darling it's at you.

The way you act is plain stupid, actually like yourself.

I don't mean to be mean, but when it comes to you, it's something I just can't help.

Lies and rumours you have spread about me, have just been over the top, not that I really give a damn about your simple thoughts.

But when it comes to my friends, honey that's a different story, and believe me if you hurt them, you will be truly sorry.

But just remember this, and it's the last thing I will say, what goes around comes around, and one day you will pay.

Revengeby ~TheIndigoFeather

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

God this sounds super mean, but I needed to rant, directed at someone I unfortunately know. But they are not of DA so don't worry it's none of you guys

Yeah it's late and I'm angry so this is what you get, haha enjoy?

I'm not sure about the title, might change later..

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=C-Allagash Aug 12, 2012

Hello,

Feature here:
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Please, let me know if there's any problem

Cheers!

~TheIndigoFeather Aug 12, 2012 Student Writer

Hi,
How would there be a problem, I feel honered and also you ended it with my favourite song of all time!!
Thank you!

=C-Allagash Aug 12, 2012

Isn't it an interesting coincidence?

When I visit your profile, I don't why I think about Owl City!
Mysteries of life

Glad you like it

It was a bit hard to decie which work I should feature.

~TheIndigoFeather Aug 12, 2012 Student Writer

Truely is a mystery. Lol

Well I'm really happy you choose mine, I've never be featured for anything XD

=C-Allagash Jul 27, 2012

It's not that I'm into revenge, but this is something I REALLY can relate to.

And the first line made smile, although it brings bad memories to my mind.

Rancour can be bad, but this piece is great!!!!

~TheIndigoFeather Jul 27, 2012 Student Writer

Wow thanks, I'm not really into revenge either but with the certain person that this is aimed at I don't think I would think twice about it. I'm glad it made you smile, and I really didnt want you to think of anything bad, I'm sorry for that.

Thank you very much for the fave too.

=C-Allagash Jul 27, 2012

No worries.

The part "Lies and rumours you have spread about me" made me think about something I lived.
But it's already past.
Everytime I thought about it, I felt bad. But, this poem made me think about it... and laugh! That's the first time it happens.
Therefore, please, don't apologize. Actually, I have to thank you!
Here it goes.... thank you!

I really like it, of course I had to fave it.

~TheIndigoFeather Jul 27, 2012 Student Writer

Oh well then! I'm super happy that you got a laugh out of it!
Thank you this comment made me smile!

~NemoX7 Jul 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Title seems appropriate to me. Structure is pretty great and I love the them behind. Sometimes having a bit of rant can help vent the anger and inspire a great piece of work like this. Bravo.

~TheIndigoFeather Jul 25, 2012 Student Writer

Aw thank you so much, comments like this mean so much to me

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