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Stereotype MeYou try to make me fit into your stupid thoughts
as one thing
I am only a thing to you
something you can fit into a category

I am a cheerleader
that must mean I'm stupid or popular

Just because I wear black clothes
and eyeliner I am goth

And every day I read books
Which makes me automatically a nerd

I don't have tons of friends to hang out with
so now I am a loner

To you I am an object
that you can place
where you see fit

I am much more than that
in every way

I am a cheerleader
a goth
a nerd
a loner
and so much more than that

I am me
so just try
to stereotype me

Home is where the heart is.Where do I go when
My heart is a blackened hole
A cave in my chest

One or the OtherIt's not one or the other
I must have more choices
a variety of different decisions

I refuse to be placed
put into a box
waiting to be check marked from the list

And once you place me there
I'm not allowed to leave
stuck in bold letters of common enemies
or allies

But there is in-between the lines
and gray areas
keeping us away
from limited options

Tell me I am different
I have my own categories
too unique to just "fit in"

I'm better than pre-created place holders
ignorant stereotypes given
by simple minded people

Am I not allowed to fall in between
be that gray area in your black and white painting
I can't deal with be

Cutting AwayWeird
me?
or do I just seem uninhibited
making myself into this

Polite, friendly on top
quiet and a little off underneath
most of my time spent thinking

But I can never come to a conclusion
where do I lie?
on the other side maybe
then again I could still be here

Hanging on by threads
slowly being cut away by society
how cliche that sounds

No, it's not society
but even I didn't expect who really held the knife
chopping the ropes I clung to

Hopes for a mistake
a glitch in the process of thought
leading me to this undenyingly painful ending
that has hurt me in ways I have yet to understand

I wait in the clouds
becoming quie

A Sterile GraveOne hospital bed
Filled with blank eyes, leaving marks
On pristine white walls

BottlesOpening closed doors
and ripping out the souls that lay behind
is not how you help people

When we were young
you told me
"You can't bottle things up, you have to let it out."

But I didn't listen
I filled bottle after bottle
all shapes and sizes

Every emotion
every memory
filed and packed away
for a day that I hoped
would never come

They were in there for a reason,

And you decided
that you had the right
to break them all open
to see the things that lay dormant inside

Not carefully,
one by one
you came in and shattered them
all at once

Broken glass
lay at your feet while we both stare at each other
panting, waiting for

Mother NatureTree ring eyes
and quivering leaves
she shudders
as his ax reopens wounds

Sap flows down her cracked face
sticky tears of age
slowly falling to earth
in a silent cry for help

Forgotten DreamsI'm so tired
eyes nearly closed
soon to be sealed tightly for dreams to be exposed

Can you see it?
the way they drop like wilting flowers
the lids gently caressing
coaxing my mind into sleep
by cutting off the world

I want to sleep so badly
it is just out of reach
due to the constant thoughts running me in circles
through my head

What of tomorrow
or the next day
am I ready to face everything

Or will my non-existent world come crashing down
shattering into what used to be

Letting the cold seep into my bones
surrounding me with lost memories
and forgotten truths

But my eyes are still drooping
unable to heed the warnings of

She's Already LeftI'm done
it hurts and I don't care
they tell me I have no depth
but they don't understand

I'm the little girl who watched the windows break
shattering bones and glass
I'm the one who watched as they took her away and I could hear screaming,
red and blue lights echoing through my eyes

The one with lonely nights spent breathing
my head waiting for my heart but nothing's clicking
I can't move forward

I can't go on when my feet are stuck to the floor
glue made of sweet blood has me reeling
it's on me
my hands are drenched in someone else's pain

She doesn't remember
all those times when I needed her
I can't hold on to something that's not the

Puzzle PiecesPut that over here,
and that one next to this one...
no, that doesn't fit

Piecing you together
has become my favorite pastimes
trying to figure out what you're thinking

For you, I'm like a five year old puzzle
Cute, but easy

For me, you're like a 500 piece puzzle
hard and long
but worth it in the end
to see the beautiful picture

I pick up a corner
which looks like a part of the sky
putting down next to the one
that might be a part of your past

Every time I get close though
you add a hundred more pieces
a hundred more questions
a hundred less answers

And you won't even give me a hint
to what I'm trying to make

But as I pi

Bring Them to Their KneesHer body is a cavern
wishing to be filled with happy memories and warm smiles
instead she is hollow

Everything inside scooped out with tight hands
gripping and grabbing
pulling out her innocence
throwing away the young hopes
replacing it with self-loathing

She walks seductively by
covering up all her insecurities with tight clothes
and the perfect amount of make-up

Hiding her fear within swaying hips
giving out lustful looks
bringing whomever she wished to their knees

She didn't need anyone
she didn't want any help
that's what she told herself

She had control
power over them
had them begging for her

Not the begging like sh

Endless LakeDip your toes in the icy depths of poetry
let it sting with it's truth
start to comfort you with it's twisting metaphors
I have yet to leave this serene lake of words

Ripples turning into voices
spoken with enough force to push me under
make me gasp for breath as the lines finish

Poetry becomes us
becomes love and hate
understanding
souls holding on to anything that's left

My hands glide across the water
feeling it's pulse
the beat of a heart romanticizing and utilizing the words
we have learned to make

Fading into an ever-lasting tremor
the tremble you hear when emotion becomes too much

Waiting in the pause
silence before

Maggots in the MorgueIs it the spark or the twinkle in the eye
that I eat?
dreams and hopes now faded
being devoured by my minuscule mouth
all metaphorically of course

I eat the actual eye
dull and glassy
marbles polished with a gray layering of dust
in a now vacant mind

I start at the pupil
a small black hole waiting to swallow me up
maybe I will eat some of the iris too
but not to much
as not to overindulge
considering that is the best part

Brown, green, blue
a mix of all or none
but always different
unique, some may call it
but it all tastes the same in the end

After that I start going straight through
never mind the glossy white surroundi

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CracksBroken
that's what I am

Okay, I'll admit
maybe that's a little over dramatic
I just have some small cracks
below the surface

Nothing major
at least not to me

I won't say I cry myself to sleep every night
or cut my wrists
because I don't

I sleep perfectly fine
and the thought of cutting myself
is just weird to me

My life is nothing to complain about
I have a few friends
both my parents are still here
and still love each other

That's more than most people can say
So why do I imagine
all these bad things happening to me

Why do I think that one day
my mom will kill herself
or I might get raped in a dark alley

My day dreams

Sea shellsI want to hear the sound of the ocean
No, not from the water and the sand
but from the shells I used to pick up and place against my ear

After that I want to go back to bed
Not the bed that I go to sleep in every night
the hospital bed my great grandmother lies in

I want to hand her all these shells
so even if she can't get up and go there herself
she can still hear the water moving against the shore

So that maybe, she will think of me every time she sees the water
or hears the crashing of waves
every time she looks down from her perch
way up high and sees big brown eyes staring back at her

I want to see her again
not by going t

Puzzle PiecesPut that over here,
and that one next to this one...
no, that doesn't fit

Piecing you together
has become my favorite pastimes
trying to figure out what you're thinking

For you, I'm like a five year old puzzle
Cute, but easy

For me, you're like a 500 piece puzzle
hard and long
but worth it in the end
to see the beautiful picture

I pick up a corner
which looks like a part of the sky
putting down next to the one
that might be a part of your past

Every time I get close though
you add a hundred more pieces
a hundred more questions
a hundred less answers

And you won't even give me a hint
to what I'm trying to make

But as I pi

ColorI stare at the rows
upon rows
of color

I think I've already looked
at all of them

I put another to the side
three on the side
four
five

I stop and look
the bottles next to me,
they're talking

Pick me!
I'm colorful!
I'm the prettiest!

I can't choose
I can never choose
maybe this one
or this one

Maybe I won't like it
or they won't like it
or we won't like it

Wait

Maybe...
it doesn't matter
but it does
I'll just pick one at random

Okay
I close my eyes
spinning
spinning
stop that one

Wait it's red,
I wore red last time

But all of this
doesn't matter
no one will notice
no one ever notices

I see all my flaws
b

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~Elkenar Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

That's a beautiful dog!

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~LyingViaPoetry Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks!

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~DameTenebra Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

So cute, I love it ! You are so lucky to have her!

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*Cmac13 Oct 7, 2012 General Artist

is it your dog?

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~LyingViaPoetry Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yep she is.

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*DeviantTeddine Oct 7, 2012

May I ask what breed is that ? cute !

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~LyingViaPoetry Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

She's a long hair american Akita.

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*Lenmanaa Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

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Mood: Love

~Missdelayingit Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I love your dog!

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~LyingViaPoetry Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks Gina

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