Graduation DayGraduation Day:

They told us we would be alright...

We had fought with honour and won our titles.

We had overcome trials together -

Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.

For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;

A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.

All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.

Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...

There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.

Walking miles across the scorching desert,

Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.

Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -

Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned.

You don't just die.Do you understand?
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Hearts
Souls
And sanity.

Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
Everyone dies
Everyone cries
Everyone suffers
From YOUR goodbyes.

Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
With you.

They Called Her UglyThey called her ugly
and she screamed that she was beautiful
because that is what she believed
and They screamed twice as loud
and They left a small scar on her arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They called her ugly
and she yelled that she was beautiful
because that is what she thought she was
and They yelled three times as loud
and They left a bigger scar on her other arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They called her ugly
and she said that she was beautiful
because that is what she hoped
and They just said it louder
and They left a scar on face that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They call

I wish...I wish I was a monster
So I could be kind
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was colored
So I could respect people
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was a man
So I could be kind to women
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had male friends
So we could all be..
Just friends
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had autism
So I could prove that autism,
Does NOT mean "dumb".
And I could break the stereotypes.

I wish I could change the world.
But sometimes, you can't break a stereotype.

Only stereotypes, can break you.

Lingerhow can i move forward,
when the fingerprints of my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys?
i am just waiting, for the day,
when the saddest parts of me
are overcome with songs of serenity.

Pretty Blue PillsPretty blue pills,
shiny in my palm,
the ticket to my peace,
to my eternal calm.

They're so perfectly round,
and soon they'll be in me.
The closest to perfect
that I'll ever be.

They go down so smooth.
Five, ten, fifteen and twenty.
Soon I'll be gone.
Twenty-five and Thirty.

That should be enough,
but I'll play it safe.
Thirty-five and forty.
Now I have no more to take.

The bottle is empty,
as empty as I feel.
None of this is happening,
too good to be real.

But soon I start to drift
into a dark unknown fog.
Somewhere quite distantly.
I hear a muffled sob.

But I blow it off as fake.
Nobody could possibly care.
I doubt anyone's noticed
th

PhantomWhen life
or fate
or whatever it is
that puts things together
and takes them apart...
when It
amputated you,
it left me
with a phantom
limb
and you are still attached
to my body
when I dance
and make love
alone

ten ways this breakup isn't meant for the movies1.
you go out for twelve eggs and come back
with half a dozen and a new girlfriend.
you hold the eggs out to me like
six dead birds is enough of a peace offering.

2.
i push the eggs out of your hand and stay
with my hand over your heart as i watch them
fall. if they do not hit the ground, this is all a dream.

3.
the eggs smash on the tile and splatter
on the cherry wood cabinets, newly installed
that cost me two paychecks.

3.
the egg whites hit your leather shoes that
you’ve worn for two months straight
because you think they make you look more sophisticated.

3.
the egg whites hit the fridge halfway up, barely touching
the moose mag

Dear friend,You have to understand, dear
The reason to why I run.
I run away from reality
From the lungs that cannot
Take anymore smoke
From the heart that threatens to
Stop...
I run away because
I'm a coward
Because I'm afraid of life
Afraid to care or love.
I'm afraid that every time
I'm glad it blows up in my face
And that every time I smile
I shed a million more tears.
That's why I run, dear
You have to understand.
I was destined to be a fighter but
I don't want to fight anymore.
I was destined to be a warrior
But how am I supposed to win when
The war I fight is against life itself?
I know that I always blow everything up but-
I keep stepping on mines, dear...
...I keep stepping on mines...

ellipsisshe goes to sleep
clawing at her chest with pinpoint accuracy
for an emptiness she can’t describe,
but hates all the same. tomorrow

she will write a letter: “dear boy,
i always wanted to be somebody’s
flowery poem, but the verses carved in my arms
are riddled with ugly clichés. & you are why

i don’t sleep through the night. if
we were a language, i was the
subordinating conjunction, you were

the punctuation.

i remember you in staccato
conclusions, solemn absences
of goodbye”

TearsI am not afraid to cry.

I am not afraid for you to see the tears

My tears.

Don’t tell me I have no heart.

Don’t tell me I have no soul.

For without them I could not cry.

You may not see my tears but they are there.

I have learned to let myself cry for the things I’ve loved,

For the things I’ve lost.

They are silent tears, but they are mine.

So let me cry.

Let me show you I have a heart.

Let the things that touch my heart be shown through my tears.

I am not afraid to cry.

Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulder
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul

To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes

Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity

I'm a monsterWe all have little monsters in us
that whisper ugly words into our ears.
My soul is at war, it is a fight
between the human and the monster in me,
and I fear... that the monster will win.

The monster controls me...
it forces me to think the worst of others
and it tells me to isolate myself,
to protect myself from those evil humans.
The monster dictates my every move,
I must pretend that I am a human...
lest anyone think of me as a monster.

The human inside of me has long died
and the seemingly innocent person you see
is nothing but a disgusting monster
hiding in the body of another,
preying on the weaknesses -
the weaknesses of those fra

Remnants

Hold on to my sanity every single day
I’m not gonna fall.
Those hungry, greedy holes you left
They start calling.

Just like a cold-blooded murderer
You use every heart you can find
When will you ever be satisfied?

You destroy everything you build
and tear everyone you love
Just to die and start over again.
Replay, replay, replay...
Until you grow weaker, and weaker.

You never destroyed me.
I destroyed myself to forget you.
I die every day in an endless cycle,
The rotating remnants of revolting hearts.

Just like water, I choke and swallow.
I mirror your mind, your thoughts, and your desire
And just like Narcissus, you fall deeper and

Aura: The Revolution

Aura: The Revolution

I will never live up to any other expectations

I will only just reach the place in life that's destined

Never again will I be a victim of impossible outcomes

Never again will I allow my self-respect to be disgraced and overcome
-
I am a prisoner no more
Discrimination became the martyr

I had to put an end to this war
I will not be walked on like I had been before

The future of a fearless life is what I now strive for
The source of my resolve has been built into my core

I believe what's right / To live my life
I'll reach for the light / And shine so bright

There's no limit to the sky / This smile never felt so fine

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Late Night Plight

by ~Cloudwatcher240, Feb 28, 2012, 2:56:22 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Every night,
as I lay in my bed.
Only darkness in sight,
and words rush through my head.
I put on my headphones,
and continue to think.
The things that nobody knows.
Those thoughts make my heart sink.

I think about my family,
and it's painful.
they simply hate me.
those scornful people...

I think of my reason.
Why do I live?
What have I done?
Why am I still alive?
I don't want to live in vain.
I'm headed nowhere.
I'm tired of my pain.
I just want to end it here.

I say these things aloud,
my face wet from tears.
"Do I make anyone proud?
What have I done all these years?
Why should I keep trying?
I have nothing to live for.
Frankly, I wouldn't mind dying.
I really don't care anymore."

I feel immense pain,
and my heart aches.
It happens again and again,
and my body shakes.
I want to reach for my knife,
to find out it's not there.
"I want to end this life,
why the hell would anyone care..."

I think of what "she" would say,
if she knew that I thought these things...
the things I think every day...
and then my heart stings.
worse than it did before.
I start clawing at my chest,
making it hurt even more,
but I just can't resist.
I say, "I'm so sorry,
for being a fucking dumbass..."
I don't want her to see me,
not when I'm like this.

I sit up and squeeze into the corner.
Still sitting in the bleakness.
My body feels colder,
and I feel just lifeless.
I look at my clock,
and it's about midnight.
My mind has gone blank.
but I still have my plight.

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Late at night, at around I'd say midnight, I think about these things. I also am not enjoying life at all.

I'm not looking for pity, I just thought you'd all like some good dark poetry.

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~NightCreatureLurking May 16, 2012

I know how you feel..

~GeneralMak Mar 1, 2012

for the first time i sincerely wish your words were not so powerful like always.
those words really do make one feel wat u felt.
i hope it takes a complete turn and those dark words turn into those of radiance

~Cloudwatcher240 Mar 1, 2012

thank you

I really hope so too. Glad you enjoyed it.

!Elle-Julianna Mar 1, 2012

First I wouldn't change a single thing. It is perfect as it is. Secondly, in my eyes, it takes courage to show to others the dark side we all try desperately to hide within or escape from.
And those beautiful tears shining like diamonds in the darkest night, are so moving.
You know it's at our lowest point that we create the most wondrous works of art and this is one of them.
And finally, I do not do pity, but only tenderness and affection, dry your tears, *hugs you gently* you are not alone and we love you <3

~Cloudwatcher240 Mar 1, 2012

Thank you

Out of everyone I've ever met, I think you have the kindest words

I really would like to make a comment that matches the length of yours, but I don't think I can XD
Anyway thanks

Great start to the month!

~Volodymyr-Bilyk Feb 28, 2012 Professional General Artist

I think it needs to be shortened
Cut it into the cycle
Something like:
1 Every night
2 i think
3 i think
4 I say
5 i feel
6 i think
7 i sit

~Cloudwatcher240 Feb 28, 2012

... o.o what?

~Volodymyr-Bilyk Feb 29, 2012 Professional General Artist

edit it!
Make a cycle.
In seven parts.
At would be much easier to read.

~Cloudwatcher240 Feb 29, 2012

a cycle? o.o

~Volodymyr-Bilyk Feb 29, 2012 Professional General Artist

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