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His WarYou look at my arms and ask me why
You thought I was better
You thought I was alright
But as I trace
Those fine, red lines
I whisper so softly
It's almost a sigh
"No, no
I'm perfectly fine

"But in his sorrow he is caught
He has tear stains in his eyes
From the wars he fought
He lets out a terrible cry
For the things he's sought
So how can I be happy
When he is not?"

Strainbreaking face
rolling around with misery
listening voices
tears bleed
flowing hearts
blocked dreams
locked screams
what is seems
who believes
count the weeks
lonely
songs brings
heartless things
thoughtless mean
Crying me
Focus please
Catch means
Death
Swallowing breath
Shallow help
look in the well
Zero tale
Zero tell
Burning hell
Fail
Abandon shell
All of us are here

Ta osobaTo osoba kochana
i powszechnie szanowana.
Wiek jej... Się nie liczy.
Serce ma jakby wyrwane z Zawiszy.
Nigdy Cię nie zawiedzie, ale doradzi.
Niebawem jej święto, więc prezencik mamy.
To ten skromny wierszyk i kilka drobiazgów.
Bo Twe serce jest pełne drobiazgów, Mamo. c:

She's not reacting to anyone's love,
She always stays cold,
She loves to be in snow,
And no one knows what she's capable of,
She's always alone,
She's a master of her snow world.

She's called Snow Queen,
She's always so mean,
Happiness makes her sick,
It makes her weak,
But the Queen holds on,
With the power of snow.

The Queen rules the Kingdom,
She knows the meaning of freedom,
A lot of people tried to change her,
But they became frozen,
She wants to stay away,
She don't want anyone to get in her way.

It's War!It's War!

It's war, when the father gets up in his holidays by 5 clock.
When he enters his service for the family like everyone else.
When he just attacks the pool-landscape of the Normadie.
When he raised his flag to mark his capture area.
He and 500 others.

It's war, when she attacks the discounts.
When she search for the armed conflict between her girlfriends.
When she capture ressources, she didn't need.
When she also brings scarped knees with her new summer skirt home.
She and 500 others.

It's war, when the whole humans loose their heads.
We and

Esas madrugadas llenas de pensEsas madrugadas llenas de pensamientos rodeando mi cabeza como enredaderas unidas unas con otras, donde pienso real y no emocional, donde tu me cegaste y me tiraste a mi suerte, donde ahora me levanto solo, donde ahora tu te encuentras en el cielo, pero pronto caerás, recuerda las nubes no son de hierro.

Hey guys...You want to know a secret?hey...when people ask hows it going? or whats up? or how ya been? do they actually care how you've been?

I don't think even 50% of them care.

they have their own problems. As do I. However, I'm part of the fifty percent that would rather listen to other peoples issues instead of mine. Instead of doing homework or listen to teachers in school or do something people "Believe" is important to graduate high school. I would rather help someone. Do something more important.

Honestly... I think high school is a waste of time. Why can't high school be classes that would actually teach you what you "need" to know? cause honestly if I want to become

.:Vent-Drown:.I feel like I can't breathe,
Making me become a monster I can't see.
Down I continue to sink,
Really feeling useless dying the water in my tears of ink,
Overly emotional,
Well I've lost my sanity, I've lost it all;
Never will I be able to swim back up,
I can't see the sun,
Never will I get to see it anymore, because I'm....
Gone

1Tienes el mismo repertorio y las mismas actitudes para cada persona que se topa en tu camino?, sera acaso el mismo inesperado final para cada amorío estúpido?

Juegas con fuego,
deja de tocar las puertas del infierno,
algún día abrirán, y seras devorada por tu misma boca.

UnnoticedUnnoticed

It seems like I’ve become see threw
Like I’m just not there
Except for when I’m in trouble
I can’t seem to find how that’s fair

Maybe it’s cause I’m the middle child
Or that I don’t have a special skill
Maybe I don’t cause enough problems
Will she notice me if I were to kill?

Whatever the case may be
I seem to always be out shined
By a sister who loves and cares
And a brother who’s dumb and blind

Mother just doesn’t see me
I feel like I’ve been tossed away
A machine with not heart
Only able to obey

I’ve become a drone
Not actually a part
Of this perfect little family
Silly drone you’re not so smart

For thinking she would notice you
For thinking she would care
For a screw up like you
Love you? She wouldn’t dare

No she doesn’t love you
She only loves her boy
You’re just here to do the chores
Just her cleaning little toy

Horario muertoEsas manecillas de reloj que tornan lentas en tus horas de agonía, como una tortura para tu cráneo, yo no entiendo.

Tienes todo no eres feliz,

tienes poco no eres feliz.

Entonces escarbe dentro de mi, y encontré algo llamado;
"detalles".

Sean efímeros, sean perpetuos..

No se como pueden damas desperNo se como pueden damas desperdiciar a un hombre que viste de galas, escribe en sus días adversos pero hace el amor como si no hubiera universo.

Mereces.Resultaste ser en carne propia lo que odiabas de las anteriores mentes mediocres que cruzaron mi camino, ahora no te queda mas que atarte una cuerda al cuello, recuerda esas personas te enferman, ahora pruebas lo que odias y ahora eres tu la persona enferma, así que deja las excusas deja las mentiras, deja toda esa estúpida saliva gastada en vano, solo muere, sin metáforas ni nada no mereces ni la tinta con la que escribo para mi placer de odio, sin embargo lo hago por que mejor medicina que esta para mi no hay.

RotosYa no soy la persona que solía ser, aquel naufrago que nunca se dio por vencido en las islas perdidas, a todo le encontraba una dosis de emoción.
Ahora solo camino encobrado mis pasos son lentos y tediosos, una espora letal mas jodida que el mismo veneno entro en mi y esa enfermedad tiene nombre..

Dream or RealOnce upon a dream
A fairy tale it seems

A strong sense of heart
Breaking at the seams

A cold wind blows
As strong as steel

Alone through it all
Could this be real?

Hate robs all
Love forgives

Love is gone
I struggle to live

Give up hope
Forever alone

For this is real
Chilled to the bone.

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A reason?You know those little questions people ask
the ones that really make you mad
especially when it's asked every day
like the one my mother likes to repeat

"have you put the scar cream on today?"

I always give her the same answer
She doesn't ever like my answer
She doesn't ever like me
It's just the way it's been
I bite my tongue
because I know
I will be in trouble if I speak up

She asks ever day when I wake up
The first thing I hear out of her mouth
Every single fucking morning
I wish she would stop asking
I don't want my scars to leave

"Did you take your medicine yet?"

Why does she even bothers with this one
I honestly don

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by ~xlolipopxloverx, Aug 1, 2012, 7:25:36 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

Lately I have been finding myself asking
'Will this depression stop me from succeeding my dreams?'
'Will having Depression and A.D.D. change anything?'
'how long will i have to take these pills?'

I have realized that recently they have become darker.
'Can i scratch my scars back open?'
'will anyone want me now that I am damaged?'
'What would happen if i took all these pills at once?'

Depression is a mental illness
I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
Some days i don't want to eat.
some I just want to die.

A.D.D. stands for Attention Deficit Disorder
It makes it hard to focus one just one thing
and i usually lose sleep over it

It always make me sad when I think
'I'll never be like the other kids.'
but then again why would I want to?

Last night I found myself
sitting in an empty room,
which was mine 3 weeks ago,
without any lights on.
Tears were rolling down my face
for the first time in 2 months.
I had my razor in my hand
and thought,
'I would be doing everyone a favor.'

I looked up to the window
that lay on the opposite side of the room.
One the window sat a butterfly.
It's wings flapped showing its beautiful colors.
A smile danced across my face.

I looked down at my scars and stood up.
I threw away the razor and thought,
'Why do i care if no one wants me?'
'I want me.'
'I am stronger than this.'

My name is Katlyn.
I have struggled with depression for 3 years
I have had A.D.D. since I was nine.
I've been fighting taking the pills for my whole life
I've been cutting for 2 years.
I haven't cut myself in one month
and for the first time in my life

I have someone who is proud of me.

thoughtsby ~xlolipopxloverx

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

©2012-2013 ~xlolipopxloverx

basic story of my life. hope you like ^.^ warning may be a trigger but im not sure what will or wont set you off so look with careful eyes

*thelisaraptor Aug 4, 2012 Student Writer

This is absolutely wonderful. So emotional and inspirational.

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~xlolipopxloverx Aug 4, 2012

Thank you very much!! I'm glad you enjoyed it

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~TheButterflyOfHope Aug 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Beautiful! Stay strong!

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~xlolipopxloverx Aug 2, 2012

Thank you! And trying my hardest

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~TheButterflyOfHope Aug 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're very welcome!

I'm also trying to stay strong through my problems. It can be trying but it's worth it! You're worth it

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~Ivorylies Aug 1, 2012 Student Writer

<3 love this

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~xlolipopxloverx Aug 2, 2012

Thank you ^.^

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~LolipopLuversEmoKity Aug 1, 2012

I love this. <3

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~xlolipopxloverx Aug 2, 2012

Thanks boo

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~LolipopLuversEmoKity Aug 2, 2012

Welcome doll <3

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