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Unfazed

Hardships are a token
There's so many scars
I'm proud to be broken
I'm a living shard

I live off of regret
Breathing in certainty
My life feeds on suspense
It's almost considered a dependency
-
People break down sometimes
That's an understatement
Pretending to walk the line
While hope is in fragments

Can you imagine-
Enduring another lifetime
Even a fraction-
Of the pain I called mine?

I reach for the sky / Sweat falls in the fire
Worshiped halos remain shy / Shall I wait here forever?

People say we are all loved
That's nothing but a lie
Belief and trust become lost
That's the only truth I will testify

The gates will stay closed

My SongThe music swirls all around,
till all I hear is the joyous sound,
twirling, spinning, moving me,
and the endless notes are all I see.

The beat becomes my hearts own.
I feel as though the light has shown,
and all the sadness fades away,
and I finally see a happier day.

My lips part, and I sing along
To such a redeeming, beautiful song.
These moments come and go too fast.
I enjoy them greatly as they last.

I laugh in glee.
I feel so free.
What magic is this,
this utter bliss?

Stay with me, my pretty song,
with you the days don't seem so long.
With you I am so filled with hope,
I know with you, somehow I'll cope.

Together we'll stay.
You'll

Screamed NoYou said no,
but he said yes.

How were you to know
what would happen next?

How could you know
that he'd push you down?

How could you know
you'd hit the ground?

How could you know
he'd rip off your shirt?

Tossed it away,
covered in dirt.

You didn't know
he'd have you pinned.

Because how could you know
that this would happen?

That your shirt would come off,
jeans un-zip.

That your heart would falter
with the rhythm of his hips.

That you would scream no,
as he groaned yes.

With YouHold me tight,
Please don't go.
I'm falling apart,
falling down so low.

Like a rag doll I'm tearing,
seams falling apart.
I can't sew them back up,
wouldn't know where to start.

I need your help,
but I'm too scared to say,
too scared to reach out,
tell you to stay.

You're my only hope,
like it or not.
My chances are slim,
but I'll give it a shot.

So hold me up,
don't let me fall,
just tell me it's okay,
answer my call.

That's all you need to do,
and I'll be alright.
With you by my side,
I'll stand up and fight.

My smileMy smile was once so easy,
a thing of joy and pride,
but over these years of darkness,
the ease has slowly died.

I find it's no longer truth,
but simply a lying mask.
It hides away the misery,
the hauntings of my past.

I refuse to look at pictures.
I see what others ignore.
The uneasiness of my smile.
How it has turned into a chore.

Will I ever truly smile,
with joy, pride, and truth,
or will I never know a smile?
Will it die with the rest of my youth?

Please, i wish to laugh,
to smile without a care,
but I'm not good enough for this,
and I guess that is fair.

Silver TidesWhen I reached that silver shore, I was broken.
My skin, burnt by the sun and bruised.
My hair, tangled with salt and drenched.
My body was tired, and when I reached the shore—
It was my enemy, the sea that brought me there.
Sand hugged my body, attacking all my salt stung wounds.
As I stood up, the sun sent rays of hope instead of fire.
And the waves retreated, only to crash onto me once again.

©saevuswinds

MelodyI have finally escaped
From this hell, so called earth
Cause till now I've been chained
Untill now, starting from birth

All the pain has gone away
All the shattering memories
To death I will now obey
After all these centuries

I couldn't take it anymore
So I'm glad that it's the end
I am taking hell's door
To the devils I will bend

But my feelings are still there
And my mind, it is there too
Taking the last gasp of air
I'm thinking of her, it's true

But now it's much too late
To start it over again
The reaper doesn't wait
And I just can't complain

I've been waiting for it so long
Because it's an easy way
To stop the life's song
To stop se

ForgottenIt's rainy inside my heart
Now that you've gone away
You've torn my soul apart
And my life became grey.

I love you more than life
Please come back to me,
I need you to survive
Or just set me free.

I'm just an empty corpse
Now that you walked away
I just want to forget
This is for what I pray.

For I AmSticks and stones may break my bones

Taunts aplenty come from your lips, hurt so much comes from your hands and feet as you attack me, insults never seem to stop coming from you. You try to bring me down, you try to crush my spirit.
You are succeeding, yet you are also failing. A part of me is still fighting against the misery you bring upon me.

But your words can only graze me

You call me a freak, an it, a thing. You demand me to be just like you because you are too close minded to understand that no one can be exactly like you, no one can be what you demand them to be.
You and your friends who follow you around, who don’t think

Wasted tears, Wasted yearsThese tears i've cried
Are bitter when tasted
My time is wasted
On people who don't care
Who weren't there
And certainly aren't here now
To witness how,
She fell
Her color and vibrancy drained dry

Sunset SilhouetteI lay the rose on your grave.
Today I stop being brave.

The time taken to grieve.
Given as a small reprieve.

The tears I let fall are trapped in midnight.
Brought on by the still twilight.

My eyes scan the horizon-
As night takes the forgiven.

The stars capture my eyes-
While the dark takes the sky.

---

I hope that you can see me-
That I might just make it yet.

As I stare into the sun-
My eyes capture your Sunset Silhouette

---

My hands shake-
As the world quakes.

A small release of pent-up rage-
Tears of ink upon a page.

My words can’t bring you home.
Until they can I’ll roam alone.

Within the sun I see your ghost-
Bu

Plastic FlowersThe green haired boy sat on a chair in the corner of the diner, kicking his feet through the linoleum floor tiles. None of the patrons noisily taking advantage of the all-day breakfast at seven in the evening to noticed. The boy had no food in front of him, but the seat across the table had a half-finished stack of pancakes sitting in front of an empty chair.

He blinked, green eyes skipping across his fellow diners but finding no immediate entertainment, apart from rattling the cutlery at table five, he turned his gaze towards the large plastic daisy that was in a vase by the condiments with its head pressed up against the window. A seam ra

A Mind's RespiteOh now, my mind, my faithful mind
To whom this life is most unkind
Yes most unkind, for you I’ll find
Some time for your respite…

Not here, dear mind, not at this time
No, here no peace I fear you’ll find
No peace amongst the quick-paced kind
The average, nor elite…

For you, my mind, a different shrine
A place where moon and sun can shine
Where earth and mind are one entwined
And worries are deplete…

A realm, dear mind, where you’ll unwind
And heal this wounded head of mine
To all our stresses we’ll be blind
From wonders that we’ll meet…

A place, my mind, where mountains climb
And

Beautiful, dangerous preyBeautiful, dangerous prey

During the night
All the things that live in the dark
Shall come out and play;
They are the beautiful, dangerous prey
For those who are brave enough to stay
After the Sun is away.

Each has a Moon entwined into their hair-
Too beautiful for any mortal to bear-
And silver of old, feathers of gold, meant to lead
The way of those brave enough to stay
After the Sun is away.

They will dance throughout the whole night cold,
Glimmering bold, all that silver and gold.
It is really a shame that
From one hundred thousand men
Only one shall dare to stay
After the Sun is away.

SleepThere once was a little girl.
She dreamed about a little boy.
He was nice to her,
not like the others.
He didn’t run away from her,
afraid of her overbearing personality.
He didn’t laugh and make fun of her
for the little extra weight she had on.
And they held hands and laughed.
And
she
was
happy.

And she woke up and realized it
was only a dream.
And she couldn’t remember his face.
And she couldn’t remember his name.
All she knew was her hand felt
empty.

But she went to school the next day and smiled
and played with her friends,
and ignored the other boys,
and forgot her hand was empty.

The little girl grew up a li

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I Will Get Up After Being Knocked Down

by ~XxPinkSparklesxX, Feb 21, 2013, 6:10:42 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

My lips screaming out in cries
As you ask me the most hurtful thing anyone could ask
I feel so alone but, this makes me feel even more-so alone

Tears coming out my eyes
Wishing that this was some nightmare
I'm ten years old!
You don't care
You're just giggling

Why does everyone tease me?
Make fun of me?
Did I choose to be the way I am?
I just want someone to accept me
Not to just make fun of me

Giving up and crying is all I do
I can't fight when it hurts
When I know I don't have the ability to do anything

It's school photo day
It's all supposed to okay

I'm supposed to be smiling
I'm supposed to be happy
I'm not meant to be sad
I'm not meant to be crying

You're happy
You're smiling
You both are

I know who you are
I can't forget your face
As you laugh like it's a joke
But, I don't see the sense of humour in it

All I see is pain!

A heart so broken from words
From everyone leaving me to find myself
When I can't find myself by myself

Standing in this line
Wishing I wish I am somewhere else
Somewhere happy
I just wish the world knew that

I'm not pregnant! Just a little chubby
It breaks me when you laugh in my face and call me fat

I feel alone
I need a friend to hold my hand
But, everyone has moved on

I feel useless
As everyone discourages me
I stay knocked down
But, I won't stay that way forever

I Will Get Up After Being Knocked Downby ~XxPinkSparklesxX

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

This is a very personal poem. If you didn't completely understand what I was writing about: I got teased about my weight a lot when I was younger (I'm not skinny now) and when I was ten, some girls came up to me on school photo day and asked me if I was pregnant (I hadn't even had my period). To this day, that memory haunts me -when my people joke about me being pregnant I try and rub it off but, it haunts me. And when people call me fat -it breaks me. In primary school (close to half it I dealt with being teased about my weight).

I did overcome it at one point (I lost weight and didn't realise but, now I'm not exactly that way any-more). People stopped teasing me for my last year of primary school after I ran 400 metres when I was twelve.

Looking back on those memories some of that pain was easier to deal with but, at the same time it was so hard to live through. That memory still haunts me and I still haven't forgotten those girls names or faces.

Thankies for reading. And please don't tease someone about their weight all it does it makes people live with a haunting memory.

- Pink Sparkles

~moonshadow604 Feb 22, 2013

lovely poem

~XxPinkSparklesxX Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you!

~RenosGirl77 Feb 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Bullies are just...I'm gonna stop there before I go on a huge rant and write a book about what should be done with evil, prejudiced people. I have a friend who's a little...well, alternative, and he's the sweetest guy you could ever meet in your life. People just see something different about a person and attack them for it - they see the difference and think it's bad, they don't look at the person underneath. We can only hope one day *they'll* get bullied about something, or have a kid who's a little "different". Then maybe they'll finally realise what damage words can do.

~XxPinkSparklesxX Feb 22, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

We can't be accept people for being different? That's what I don't understand. It's what make people different that makes them more interesting and special.

The people who bully will probably will deal with karma...or end up less successful in life. There are some stupid people in the world who want nothing in life but, the make others live miserable and chances are their life at one point will be miserable when they feel guilt.

Hope it get easier for your friend. It's hard to deal with harsh word and comments from d***heads.

~RenosGirl77 Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Exactly!

The world would be awful if we were all the same, like you say, it's people's quirks that make us unique and special.

I agree completely. I remember reading something once about this guy who'd been a bully at school, then really regretted it once he'd grown up. I suppose it's kind of ironic that they can't take the words back - they end up being haunted by them themselves in the end. Kind of poetic justice, huh?

Thank you very much, you're very kind.

He has a lot of people who love him very much, and he knows that, so it helps him deal with the a**holes' abuse a bit better. It still makes me so f-ing angry though - why people can't just leave others alone!! What's a joke to them isn't always a joke to the person on the other end, and words and bruises don't just wash off like nothing. Still, he'll be away from them in a year, so that's something positive. I guess one good thing about being badly hurt by people is that it makes you really compassionate, and means you would never do anything like that to someone else.

Anyway, sorry for wittering on - thanks so much for taking the time to reply, and for checking out my piece on hope too!!

~XxPinkSparklesxX Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

It would be boring if we were the same..idiotic people.

I think people do grow to regret it -if they don't well they're heartless idiots...who doesn't feel guilty for hurting someone.

You're very welcome!

You learn from other mistakes. People don't seem to get it though, they think it is a joke but, they take the 'joke' too far.

You're very welcome...I have a tendency to write so much sometimes (I feel sorry for the person having to reply to my comments). You're very welcome again!

~RenosGirl77 Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Absolutely, I completely agree.

I've never been able to understand how people don't realise what they're saying could be hurtful - they'd be hurt if someone said that to *them*, but it just doesn't seem to register when it's somebody else!! I think it's a sort of pack mentality - when they're all together in a group they egg each other on and get mean. Tactless, cruel, ignorant, prejudiced people are definitely my all-time pet hate.

It's no problem at all, I enjoy chatting to you.

~XxPinkSparklesxX Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

It's like people get lost in the crowd and all they are trying to do is belong. But, it doesn't mean they can just hurt someone's feelings for trying to belong. I hate though the kind of people who don't even give people a chance and turn the other way without even trying to talk to the person.

I enjoy talking to you too

~RenosGirl77 Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Absolutely!! It's like they see the person and just instantly judge them from that - it's so unfair!! DX But they get what they deserve in the end I guess - they end up alone and miserable, with only a bunch of nasty bigots like themselves for company.

Glad to hear it!!

~XxPinkSparklesxX Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh, the joys of the beginning of high school...I found it hard to fit in...stupid judgemental people. Eventually they accepted (though it took them awhile). I really don't understand how the world works...

Me too!

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