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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.

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.

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"

WorthlessWorthless,
the name that cuts like a knife,
Me,
it's all that you see inside,
My heart,
is breaking with every breath I take
The lies,
the only thing I can't seem to face.

Battle in my MindEat.
Don't eat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
You're perfect.
You're worthless.
You're beautiful.
You're disgusting.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
Show me.
No!
I love you..

In The Daylight

In The Daylight

A false downfall
An unexpected revival

Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness

Life...redefined
Death...redesigned

In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
-
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest

I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic

I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid

A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete

Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrat

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.

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

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

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

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Self PortraitThe sea flows through my veins,
and there's fire in my hair,
I've a mountain in my mane,
with a soul as light as air,
I'm the breeze beneath a feather,
you see dancing in the wind,
I'm your shelter and your weather,
the begining and the end,
There's a sunbeam in my pistol,
that I fire when i'm alone,
through a heart of fragile crystal,
neath my body made of stone,
I'm a saint and I'm a liar,
I'm a wall without a gate,
I'm the pastor and the choir,
singing songs of pious hate,
You can push me you can shove me,
and I'll treat you just the same,
like the fools who try to love me,
you will never know my name,
not your wounded

My Sweet SeaYou were never meant to bare my chains
for you were the ocean
and I was the sky
always gazing at one another
from afar.

I called for you to rise and meet me at dawn.

Mourning your loyalty to the earth,
I spurned your indifference
only to miss you calling after me
into the unforgiving empty stars
when I left you for the moon.

My gales blew cold and harsh
stirring the beautiful sea
making rise angry waves
that crashed into a spray of tears.

I withdrew in fear,
recoiling, afraid of your harsh nature
and receded further into the safety
of the infinite abyss
for fear that you may rescind your love
that with your anger and your fierce recoil

The Love of a Fallencrash into me, you call it lust,
you say it's just a game,
wear your mask if feel you must,
I know you all the same.

porcelain angel, hide your wings,
but you can't hide the scars,
from evil souls,
and bullet holes,
a lifetime filled with wars.

luscious lips join with mine,
as nails run down my chest,
a taste on tongue of one devine,
put my body to the test.

porcelain angel, hide your wings,
neath hair of burning red,
but in pale green eyes,
a softness lies,
as you lie in my bed.

Tender kisses grace my skin,
a touch i know so well,
enrapture me angel in your sweet sin,
make heaven of earthly hell,

porcelain angel, spread

The poet's anthemMy words fall forth from silver tongue

and they my parchment mark,

In the ears of strangers their bells are rung,

Like the twitter of the lark,

They fetch a weighty purse of gold,

My words win me my meals,

Tis my self I sell, truth be told,

I sell you my ordeals,

I'll mark my words onto a page,

I bring the world to tears,

And make them shake their fists in rage,

A gift I've held for years,

A talent, a knack, I do possess,

For the writen word, have I,

Yet I find myself quite unimpressed,

Now shall I tell you why?

My gifts you see, I find Ill spent,

They've lost sight of their cause,

Never arriving at the target meant,

I crav

HarlequinI'm only pretending,
This pain neverending,
The smile I show you is only a lie,
I grin and I laugh,
a well practiced craft,
yet you alone see the pain in my eye,

If I held back my tears,
and I swallowed my fears,
would you tear my heart open,
and force me to feel?

My heart ever aching,
Its constantly breaking,
the things I believed in but you have all gone,
The hope I am gripping,
My fingers are slipping,
I doubt that I have the strength to hold on,

If I drown in my sorrow,
will you be there tomorrow,
to bury my body,
and kiss me goodnight?

© D. R. Reed 2004

Only a memoryI'll always remember you young,

Your piercing eyes two cobolt oceans,

peaking through your harlequin mask,

to reveal the sadness within.

I'll always remember you smiling,

that way you only smiled for me,

that softness you reserved,

for the one you held most dear.

I'll always remember you kind,

So forgiving of my many faults,

So full of love for one so foolish,

gentle, frightened, but never cold.

I'll always remember you charming,

your many talents, entrancing,

your sacharine tongue spilling forth,

with words that enraptured my soul.

I'll always remember you loyal,

by my side at a moments notice,

a clenched fist for any who h

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I Pray For Rain

by ~a-la-douce-memoire, Jun 20, 2011, 12:53:35 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

To me, no lover,
Has ever matched the sweet kiss of the pouring rain
The way it seeps into my pores,
washing away the stink of the world,
the stains of my many murderous lovers
leaving me pure and tranquil as the sea at dawn
When it rains, I can feel it,
feel the earth between my toes
drinking deep from the lips of the sky,
desperate for long lost touch of the ocean,
The arid, apathetic soil comes to life
its hard exterior,
grown to protect hidden treasures
softens,
The once calloused soil takes me in,
the loving heart of the earth revitalized
by the touch of the lover
that once encompassed her in her entirety.
Gaia, now revitalized,
Embraces my feet, slowly enveloping them
as she welcomes the child born from her breadth,
I can feel her pulling me down, longing,
longing to take me back to the core of flame she forged me in,
longing to surround me with the stone and soil
from which she crafted me,
so that she may remind me who it was
that put the molten flow in my veins,
who gave me this body made of stone,
Then patch up the cracks in my crystal heart,
only to give me back to the world
before the rains are gone.
For when the rain has passed,
the fertile loving mother earth
will turn
Into a solemn being,
dry and calloused...

I am not unlike you Gaia.

I, too, thirst for rain.

I Pray For Rainby ~a-la-douce-memoire

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

This just sort of flowed out of me like this. I think it's an answer to a question i've been asking myself.

or moreso, a hint.

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~mercurius11 Jul 28, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Beautifully expressive - i'll be watching your gallery. I know what you mean about a dry spell, i've just come out of a long one and if feels so good to write again - I hope you enjoy writing again. M x

~a-la-douce-memoire Jul 30, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you! I peeked at yours and will be doing the same

It's going to be a bit before I can get my latest writing up (my computer's in the shop and I'm loitering at the library) but feel free to poke around in the rest of what I have up already. I'll be doing the same. I've actually ran into quite a few poets lately who i've really enjoyed, and your galleries have been helping me getting my creative juices flowing even faster! haha

~mercurius11 Aug 2, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I look forward to spending some quality time reading through your works, you are very inspiring yourself and I always so enjoy conversing with fellow poets

It's so annoying when your computer's being repaired and you want to get posting,I hope you don't have too long a wait for it to be fixed!

M x

~a-la-douce-memoire Aug 4, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Why thank for saying so, I've only had time to peak at a couple more of your poems, but today I'll be online for most of the evening, and I've allocated some time to browsing your gallery

Still waiting on my computer to be fixed, which is a pain as I have to have 40 finished pieces of a certain format for a mixed media gallery my friend is doing, as well as a backlog of pieces waiting to be edited. But busy is better than bored I suppose

~Necromancer78 Jul 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Superb flow of imagary from start to finish. Look forward to reading more of your work.

~a-la-douce-memoire Jul 28, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much! I'm coming out of a bit of a dry spell now but I've been doing a bit of writing and hope to get some more up soon! Feel free to browse my gallery until then haha. -Loved- "The gift" btw

*UnspecifiedUnknown Jun 23, 2011 Writer

^{Brilliant, the imagery and comparisons... Wonderful}

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