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Valentine's DayWell he's there laying on his bed.
While he is lying in his head,
About how much he's over Sue.

And she's out partying with her friends,
Drinking shots by the tens,
Like you always do.

I guess I'll never know
How a heart can be that cold

He's 14 years old
And he already want's to die.
His story has yet to be told
All he needs is another try

But she turns her slutty ass back on him again
And it makes me wonder how the hell
Can she have a friend?

For Valentines Day he went to the store
He bought her flowers and chocolate,
But when she answered the door
She just complained about him being late.

Her black painted eyes
Are tryi

Suicide.Suicide, suicide, take me away.
My whole life seems to be in disarray.
Suicide, suicide, take me tonight.
This is my life; just a sorry plight.
Suicide, suicide, hang me by a noose.
I'm nothing but a useless excuse.
Suicide, suicide, take me fast.
There is no one that will be left aghast.
Suicide, suicide, let me be free,
and I'll write everyone a note from yours truly.

On Introducing OneselfIt is a fact, that I rarely ever introduce myself to a person, upon meeting.
If they wish to know me, they may. And if they may, they shall introduce themselves.
I, for one, always wait to know a person's motives, and watch to know how they act, before ever deciding that I might like to acquaint myself with them.
If I catch their attention, then I suppose, I have no choice but to be subjected to their pleasantries, and face the prospect of their becoming my familiar.
I find people highly interesting, but I would never think of forcing them into knowing me.
However, I quite like it when other people, by their own wishes, and on their

Outcast City: 2

Chapter 2: Catching a Break

I sat on one of the Church benches, my bag was used to prop up my back as I ate my lunch. It was just a simple turkey and cheese sandwich, a juicy bright red apple, and a thermos full of coffee that was sweetened with French vanilla liquid creamer and sugar. On my lap was my ripped up journal. Sighing heavily I thumbed through the untouched pages, trying to find one that I liked. Nothing but poems and short stories were written on the once clean white pages. With an angry shout I threw it to the other side of the bench as tears started prickling my eyes. Biting my lower lip hard I went and rubbed at my eyes with

Outcast City: Chapter 1

Name: Drew Anderson
Age: 17
Grade: 11th
Hair: Shaggy sandy blond with black bangs that keeps the eyes in shadows.
Eyes: Doe like blue-green with thick, short, black lashes.
Height: 5'8"
Skin: Light ivory, rosy lips (bottom lip is more fuller than the top).
Piercings: Snake bites (capture hoops) and three in each ear.

CHAPTER 1: Where Am I?

Eyes danced and dashed as they looked left to right, being wary of those walking around. It was strange... to be ignored, to be different, to not blend in like I once had. It was... peaceful. But that moment of peace was ruined just in a heartbeat. My whole body was slammed hard up against

Kissing the RainGlittering shards of glass fell from the sky,
Ripping through the flimsy blue umbrella.
In shreds, it was tossed aside
As flesh was torn from bone.
Eyes closed and lips parted,
Sharp crystals slipped down
Into throat drawing blood and tears.
Each sliver cut skeleton,
Each splinter felt skin.

Nothing is as painful as kissing the rain goodbye.

Take me awaySingle tear rolls down
Don't pity me in my despair
Wishing to have someone to relate
Feeling always alone no matter where I am
He has his dark secrets and I will let him have them
Why do I?
Not a clue in my crazed brain
My self esteem somewhere buried in a tomb
Never can I find it
Insecurities always following me
Is it my childhood or my past relationships
I just want someone to care about all the stupid shit I say
I just can't seem to keep old ghosts out of my heart
Thinking its my fault
Does time heal wounds seems not in my world
Tracks of these tears seem to be relentless
My body tired but feelings of love toward

Dark NightI feel the
last of the
light
fading away -
I fear no
pain

It drains
me of life -
I feel nothing -
I won't feel
the Sting
later on
I won't feel
the warmth -
so frozen
am I

I fight
I fight until
I'm tired -
My actress
inside
must rest -
You think I'm
all right

I'm Screaming
for you
to notice
inside

Come on by
whisk me
away -
We'll face all
this pain
when we
dare come back
at the brink
of dawn

Forsaken my
depression -
Bring me the
desert sun -
take me away
into the open night
force me
to face it
This moment
of the night

Love, Kiss, RepeatHow to earn trust
In the atmosphere above
Where only geese fly
And color decided to arise

How to gain hope
On these countless, pointless days
Refusing to tell my secret
In your curious ear

How to teach faith
In those who love with no reason
And smile at your glares
Who think irrelevantly to your features

How to approve happiness
On a broken scale beneath my feet
To pass away the heard secrets
Like I used to

How to remember love
In its simplest and crystallized form
Enhanced every day, appreciated almost as much
To remember its warmth, our warmth

Stop Thinking.A secret was told, by heart and nothing more
A wave of gratitude but resistance washed ashore
Not an angry remark, but one that sparked temper
One of question, and pity, you ready to pamper
A smile flashed by, wondering what could be
Stop mind. I already have love, the only I can see
A story, a past, a history - regret wouldn't be small
And him, already in hand, my knight standing tall
In one way I cry, for the feeling I could never share
But in another, I conquer greed, knowing I do care
A question already answered, but through my own cell?
I've been already claimed, hostage, under a spell
If my much darker prince came, requesting to be my lord
It's final, I've decided, I would say no to his shining sword
Damn knowledge, damn knowing; a secret in head
Now I know that I'll dream sweet dreams 'bout both in bed.

Dear: One Love, Two Love, Old Love, New LoveI remember a time I smiled at your laugh.
Like cinnamon, awful by yourself, but complete with something else.
Like a rainbow, a shame to miss.

I remember a time I let you hold my hand.
Like jumping, an easy action, but you're scared of falling.
Like a question you don't care the answer to.

I remember a time I looked into your eyes.

Like the ocean, a far view, but knowing one has once crossed it.
Like a cave, dark and deep, but worth satisfying the curiosity.

I remember a time things did not go right.

Like a train, stubbornly loud, but moving forward.
Like a tissue, grasping tears and being thrown away.

I remember that feeling I recognized as love.

A leaf, impatient for season, but waiting until the time is right.
The sun, bright with joy but usually to herself beh

Feel SomethingLife gets so hard,

Day after day,

All the fighting,

All the yelling,

No one is ever happy,

Everyone gets pissed easier,

Love gets harder to find,

It make me want to give in,

Give in to those thought that I don't need to have,

Those thoughts I don't want to have,

Reminds me of how bad I want to,

Just get it over with,

So I don't have to deal with it anymore,

Screaming,

Yelling,

Hitting,

It's top much for someone of my age to take,

To much for anyone to take,

Yet you help me,

Every damned time,

The midnight calls saying

"This is Good-bye for the last time..."

You always tell me

"Your stronger than this,
You can do it,

I

lone thoughtsyou don't realize
how alone you are
until you realize
you have no one
to call;
to talk to, to laugh with, to vent to
when your world
goes
to
pieces.

CagedYou caught me inside of your greedy hands.
And locked me away in an iron rod cage.
You wrapped me in chains, stronger then I.
There's no hope to fly away and hide.
These tattered wings wont help me now.
I sit in the corner, the silence louder then sound.
But when you speak each word cuts me like razors.
Each piece of abuse is only making me weaker.
And whisper to my self, reinsurance and false hope.
But I can't seem to find the courage or strength to escape
No matter the grief and agony that fills me
I secretly know, that I deserve to be here.

A Haunting PastGround-laying fog,
My past, this smoky haze,
Traipses around like a dancer too shy to be seen,
Like a smoke screen,
Hiding me from recovery.
Like a poltergeist that wants to haunt me,
It flaunts
And taunts
And simply wants me
To fall back into its misery.
To trap me is its only goal,
My crushing despair its one reward.
To let it capture me is far too easy,
To simply move on is far too hard.

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when and if?When I die will you mourn?
When I cry are you torn?
When I am suffering everyday,
Will you try to help me?
Or will you just turn away?
If I were lost would you lead me?
If I were blind would you help me see?
If I were on fire would you put it out?
Will you stop my screams and stop my shouts?

flamesWhen all you love is set aflame
And you can find no one to blame
Through the starless night your dreams are burning
Fast yet slowly to ash turning
When wind and water are not enough
And the fire seems to tough
Speak your mind through parted lips
And down your cheek a tear does drip
While the flames bellow take hungry sips

Remorse and sorrow do take trips
With their bloodied finger tips
Desperately trying to gain control
Of your mind, body, heart, and soul
And beyond the flames your pains are reflected
As tomorrows dawn you dreams will be resurrected

this is how i feelSo many words left unspoken
Loves eternal spell, it's been broken
All the things I could say
But can't as you walk away
All the things we once felt
Were the cards we were dealt
Everything left as planed
Falling like grains of sand
To a meaningless past
Where I thought our love would last
But it never was there
Because you never did care
What I have felt for you
Is now lost in the dark
Forever mourning my pain
Like it's a piece of great art
And my heart that has died
With the tears I have cried
When everything that went wrong
My misery is our song
And the feelings I feel
I wish that they weren't real
But I know that they

greif The mourning
The sorrow
The death
No tomorrow
The screams

a living hellA LIVING HELL

Death and decay
Hopelessness and dismay
Broken down demise
In a room filled with lies
Disbelief and deceit
Can no longer be beat
When fear and suffering remain
You're forever in pain
And this pain he can't hide
When it's boiling inside
With the hurt in his eyes
I see fear and demise
Though is suffering and pain
I see again and again
With the burn of the resurrected
His soul is reflected

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I'm Just A Poem

by ~sally1227, Jan 5, 2012, 4:58:41 AM
Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Concrete Poetry

My skin is paper, and my blood is the ink.
My words aren't spoken, they're just what I think.

I'm just a mirror, that masks my pain,
To everyone else I am just insane.

I'm no more than a jumble of words,
Feeling, sounds, happiness, and hurts.

I hold joy, fun, misery, and sorrow,
And hopes of a better tomorrow.

I can blend in, and be like everyone else in black and white,
Or I can be myself in colors so bright.

I am different. I am weird.
I'm not perfect, but I've always persevered.

I'm not an open book,
But I'm a page you'll find if you only look.

I'm not the writer. I am the pen.
I am these words that were written.

I'm about feelings held inside,
The pain in the tears, that we've all cried.

I have no enemy to defeat.
I'm just a poem,
And now I'm complete.

I'm Just A Poemby ~sally1227

Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Concrete Poetry

©2012-2013 ~sally1227

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~GREENman20 Jun 26, 2012

OMG that's amazing

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~sally1227 Jun 27, 2012

thanks

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~SubliminalFox May 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Woa. This is gold. Well done

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~sally1227 May 23, 2012

thank you

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~Lilsisterfriend Jan 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

absolutely wonderful. i told you you can write anything

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~sally1227 Jan 10, 2012

hahaha thanks

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~brownhairedmaiden Jan 5, 2012 Student General Artist

this is how i feel all the time!!

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~sally1227 Jan 5, 2012

i know right

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