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All I Live ForBite my neck and
Drain the love from my veins
Kiss me softly
F#ck me roughly
Use me whichever way you'd like
Caress me
Grab me
Gently
Roughly
Etch your memory into my skin
With those nails of yours
Grip the sheets above my head
With the painful pleasure
Aroused between the sheets
Make my voice hitch
When we feel the "big connection"
Collapse above me and
Whisper those useless words of false promises and affection
Against my weak, naked body
Because those words
Are all I seem to live for

LurkingThe darkness lurking behind my eyes
Leaks into the pencil I am now using to write
The darkness spills pretty words across this blank sheet
But I reflect upon a time
When those same pretty words
Were carved into flesh insead

MessageI must have typed this message a dozen times
But for some reason it will not send
Pride (or something else?) keeps me from sending it
I will not ask for help
I can be alone, like I usually am...
You do not need my problems
That is why even when my vision is blurry
From tears I refuse to cry
I hide pathetic self
From your kind eyes

Online RomanceI smile at the silly words
that spill across my screen
The very words that make me
snort with laughter
The words right beneath your name

The warmth of affection fills
the little crevices of my heart
So that that lonely organ
Is not so broken

Eyes close at the soft love in your words
So that I can imagine how your arms would feel
So that perhaps I can imagine you
Right here
Beside me

But even with the warmth of your words
And the heat of our laughter

When I touch the desktop screen
On the picture of your face
It is very. very. cold

Dance with DeathI danced with Death
on a stage of wilted flowers and
the bones of my fallen enemies.
With grey skies and
a black-cloaked figure
extending a lifeless hand.
Such a tempting hand,
promising emptiness and
a free pass from the
world where everything
has a double meaning,
and nobody is what they seem.
Such a deathless solution,
taking life but granting
freedom from this land.
And there I stood with Death,
watching grey clouds
hand on a backdrop of silver,
and watched the colorless
blossoms unfold from a
colorless ground.
This world, the one without
painful color and
painless lies, empty
of the deceit.
Such a tempting, outstretched hand,
such promi

You Are NOT AloneYou are NOT alone

To all my +watchers who have some form of depression:

You are not alone. This will end.

I’ve had depression for 5 years, from the time I was 12 in middle school to now, when I’m 17 and nearly in college. I’ve attempted suicide twice. I’d even self-harmed for two years.

I’ve gone through two abusive relationships; many ended friendships, including the one of my so called “Best Friend” of 5 years; I’ve lost someone I loved dearly, a centerpiece to my family; I’ve failed an entire semester due to my depression; I’ve tried killing myself over the fact I liked girls;

In This MomentIn this moment
If I only had one wish
I would wish for nothing else
Than to be by your side
And in this moment
I desperately pray that
I never fall in love with you

I ApologizeI see the pain you go through
Struggles I cannot see
For I am not by your side
I am here, thousands of miles away from you
The empty space in your heart and by your side
Cannot be filled with simple text on a screen
Or even my voice
I'm sorry I cannot save you from that pain
More than anything, I wish I could rescue you
But as I lay in bed crying
I feel as if I failed again

My Roses are BlackI stepped into a fantasy-like world. An upside down purple sky with black clouds. Blue grass waving to a bright red sun. Where am I...?

You sat in the middle of this messed up world.Your smile bright and wide. Laughing at a joke no one could hear. Your dull eyes focused in on empty air above a field of wax flowers.

You turned to me and reach out a hand. As I rush to grab it, the ground collapses, our sun burns out. The blue grass dies and your flowers melt. Everything is vanishing-- along with you.
As you fade into the wind the only sound is my voice screaming your name. And your sweet, innocent laughter.

"My roses are black, my violets a

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They Talk

by ~sleepy-kisses, Jan 27, 2013, 9:33:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

They say scars can talk
If only you would listen

So listen, my dear
To the scar on my chest
The ones on my hand
And the one crisscrossing my knuckles

Do you know what they say?

...
...
...

My cat is an asshole.

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Me attempting a funny poem after I read a serious one on the same topic "If scars could talk..."

Seriously, nearly all of my scars are from my jerk cat Emily.

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~HermesChildOfRain Jan 29, 2013 Student Artist

Lolz I love this!! Highlight of my night!

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~sleepy-kisses Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Haha thanks xD

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~RumpleInk Jan 29, 2013

This is the best thing!!! I needed this so much! Thank you!!

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~UkeBug Jan 27, 2013 Student Writer

This poem is single-handedly going to get me through this night.

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