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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.
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 –
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
For you.
Dear fucked society,Dear fucked up society,
Why do you take our rights?
Our human rights?
To who we love?
To who we are.. To our image?
Tell me.


You force images down our throat;
Images of airbrushed, false looking
people. You want people to look
more skinny and cause anorexia,
More along the hidden line that
you dig under the ground like
a dead forgotten body yet always there


You show us that its not right to be gay,
lesbian, bi-sexual or transgendered..
And then wonder why the suicide rate is
so fucking high. You cause the nightmares
and terrors of our family not accepting us
our
Telling Childhood Goodnight.They were the fearless whispers through the starless night.
They were the pounding feet through the cobbled streets,
Screaming out for everything.
They were the fleeting memories of a time long gone by,
Blown away in the wind to a far away sky,
Where the air is cold and the stars never shine.
 
Memories leave their traces behind,
The scars on my legs from a day long gone by.
I was climbing a rock,
That would forever leave me with a flaw.
 
They were the youthful cries, screaming out.
They were the glowing eyes, on a fearless march,
Racing down the cobbled streets, blazing out for all to see.
The beacon of light that is now dying out,
I never wanted it to go away.
Everything is changing at a speed I can’t match,
I am drifting further every day.
 
It makes me want to cry that the best and worst days of my life,
Are being pushed away with every day that passes by.
I want to hold on
But each day I lose more ground.
Soon they will be gone without even a sound.
 
Th
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)
Silent and GoneAlong the blue streams of those who were simplistically glassed, I drag my wooden, empty coffin; it contains only my past.

For the many decades I've lengthened have expanded pain's time; across shallow mountains and beatings I prepare my final climb.

Through harsh mists and soft grasses the journey trembles on; days on end without my voices; alas, I realize they are gone.

Near all abandonment's shelter I rest without ease; my halved demon appears before me; she speaks hellishly in the breeze.

Forgiveness and hallucination she crisply burns in my eyes; I must awaken and continue, 'tis my time to remain wise.

To a judging stream near the g
I don't fight fair...Cut, bruised, scraped, forgotten. These things I have all been at least once in my life. But it
hasn't made me stronger, just more determined in my fight to live another day. 
I know the ways of my attackers, studied their movements, learned their tricks and gleamed 
their true motives. I have seen their weaknesses, their faults, theirs flaws and I have kept
them close to me, ready for use when the next time we meet.
They are cautious of me, they have weary from my adaptive ways, knowing that I can fall only
so many times. They are scared for I have the key to their defeat; not by sane ways, but by
the ways they fear to tread.
One look, one stare, one gesture and they will run in fear for the truth is upon them: "I won't 
live restrained anymore."
"I have seen your errors an played on them like strings on a violin. Moved you to place were I
make the rules. Put you on display for all to see what you have done, and what will be done."
 
You ha
The WaitingBones hang from trees
Hollow windchimes rattling
In the sullen breeze

Dark clouds make noonday dusk
Rusted buttons on threadbare coats
Sorrow drips like rain

(From the fingertips of this dead-rose day)

Hoofprints kill the grass
Where the dark horse steps
The rider unsmiling

The tired and ill amble about
Cattle awaiting the shoulder tap
To sleep, but not to dream

(To become whatever the second birth dictates)
the carbon footprint of an arsonistyour crystal promise
rings drip off your glacial
fingers into global

nothings. the geodesic
dome you used to live in
is a hell you keep

clean-shaven and concentric,
spiraling away from you,
wrapping your unborn

children up in paper goblets.
for minimum wage, any geryon
would cling to the terza rima

inkblots on your
collarbones, his spongy molars
diving into your right

angles, his familiar laughs
killing your skin with
shivering cuddles and you

shudder, being self-diagnosed
at center of the universe,
your hair a nest of radio

waves, the one cosmic
principle drumming on the ancient
heart of mystery.

but amateur porn always
made you cry
Rose in her hand...I saw a girl she was there for days
sitting at the pavement
Not talking or looking around at anyone
She had a dark red rose in her hands
She was holding it so hard that the thorns
were digging into her skin..


I asked her "Are you alright?" She looked up, then back down at the rose, breathed in to say "Yes, I'm quite alright thank you." She was shaking, her hands were cut dripping with blood from the thorns. I told her "Don't clench it so hard, its fragile and your bleeding" She looked down further and shakily said "..Maybe.. Maybe I want to bleed" I got shocked at this and backed off I didn't want to make anything worse..
A few days went by..
The girl wasn't around,
I knew whereabouts she lived
So I went to see if she was okay
I saw a rose on the grass outside 
her house.. Below a window.. 
A half open window, with the curtains
Drawn only about two inches 
lifelinesI fear the sound of sparrows
and the density of leaves
against dew-muffled blades
of grass,

and I'm drowning
in the sky.

My skin has learned how
to peel itself off
without causing a commotion
in my marrows or
even show the slightest hint
of pain,
and my heart has learned how
to hush the stars in their wake
and keep it all a secret.

There's a sea in my mouth
and I can't swim.

There are lifelines
cast like these and it will
all end with the same tragedy.
of seafoam thronesFrom Atlas’ hands she wept to me,
atop Africas and South Atlantics;

this is one situation unaffected by
ember eyes and windy lashes
(it has no anatomy).

You are sparrows stranded
in tiny crevices and cliffside love,
though you rebuke flight
in the fear of chipping feathers.

   So what do you do?

You reach for my soul,
coveting flight with shaking
dainty arms…

and perhaps I’ll let you:
With flytrap lips and
glass shaped hips…
you are unfit for anything but
sight.

(But beauty isn’t everything)
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.
A Charmed LifeDoll-faced men and sinkholes, ancient tombstones
Leaves piled ankle-deep, falling down
Old wells, old graves, old friends lost
Pirate adventures in Neverland
Don't go into that barn

Ponchoboy and Rangergirl rise from the ashes
From the cold river, from afar
Remember before they were born, how they
Held hands and jumped into the world
Don't go into that school

Ladybugs, pennies, notes from the dead sun eclipse
Scrape the inside of your skull for clues
All the old dreams are still there, petrified
You are a rock of ages gibbering
Don't go into that factory
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Its eyes glow red
Its fur is a ruddy brown
Its claws are fearsome
Its teeth are as well

It screeches at me
Following close behind
As I flee down the street

Why, oh why
Won't that squirrel stop chasing me?
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She wears razors in her hair
And scissors strapped to her hands

Her dress is made of shattered glass
And her shoes are railroad spikes

She died years ago
Yet she's still here to do her duty

She's protect the innocent always!

X.X

He covers himself in leather
And bullet casings

He carries a switchblade
And several broken bottles

He died with her
But his duty will not go undone

He'll destroy the weak always!

X.X

They are one
Yet they are not

And when they meet in battle
Their world will end

And maybe
Just maybe
So will ours
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~Gandalfgirl579

Do you see the little structure on my front lawn?
That's my mailbox
He's my friend

When I open him up,
He speaks to me

His suggestions are always interesting
Albeit a bit cruel

Go into a nursing home
And scare the patients half to death

Sneak into a hospital
And scream in the nursery

Tour an orphanage
And pretend to want to adopt a kid

I feel bad about it
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If I don't comply with his wishes
He'll eat all of my mail
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~Gandalfgirl579

The blade twirls
A toy in five-year-old hands

Damian, some people call him
Mostly as a joke
Ha! If only they knew...

He's just as they imagine him to be

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A murderer in a young boy's body

Is he sick?
Perhaps

Is he disturbed?
Most likely

Is he willing to kill without a second thought?
Oh, yes!

He may look sweet and innocent
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Oh, but don't worry!
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I quite like your spouse
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But the dog keeps trying to lick me

I don't want to be eaten by the dog!
I'm meant to be eaten by people
Or a wild animal of some sort
Certainly not a house pet!

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I'm the only one left
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Das Bruder Sammlung

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Das Bruder Sammlung
~Gandalfgirl579

I. Bruder

Big bruder came home today
Not for forever, but for a few days
Just so he could be with me
He's all I have since Vater and Mutti died
And I've missed him a great deal

But the War has changed him
He's not the same as he used to be
He's not even human anymore
He's a monster

"It's about power,"
He tells me gleefully
"And besides"
An animalistic grin crosses his face
"Killing off Juden is fun"

I cannot even muster a reply to that

His grin remains
"You'll join us when you grow up,
Won't you?"
He asks expectantly

"Ja"

I'm too afraid to refuse
Afraid of what he might do to me
If I say no

"Sehr gut"
He presses a kiss to my forehead
Before he leaves the room

I stay in here
Trembling in fear
Sobbing quietly to myself

Mein gott, bruder

What have they done to you?


II. Schicksal

Big bruder won't be coming home
His entire unit was shot down
By American soldiers

I miss him terribly
And I can't let this go un-avenged
Can I?

So I'll take him up on his offer
And enlist myself in the Fuhrer's army
I won't be able to join the true fighting
But I will fight for the cause
To the best of my ability

I'll join the SS-Helferinnenkorps
And help to exterminate those mein Fuhrer has deemed unfit
Just as mein bruder did

I will follow in his footsteps
Even if it means my death

I do not fear death, though
I welcome it
For Heaven awaits me in the next life
As do Vater and Mutti
And, more importantly, so does mein bruder


III. Das Ende

Gott, I hate this...

It's been four months now
Since I joined the SS-Helferinnenkorps
And while I have made a dent in the number of Juden polluting the country
I am no closer to reuniting with mein bruder

But there is still hope

I've heard that the Allied Forces
Are beginning to turn the tides of the war
That suicide may be an option sometime soon
Without making me out to be a coward

I look forward to it
I crave it

An explosion sounds at the far wall of the camp

And it's finally time

I'll be with mein familie soon
:icongandalfgirl579:
So a few of you may remember the "Bruder" series I did a while back... I decided to stick them all in one place. I'm not gonna delete the originals, though

FYI: I'm not a Nazi :) Okay?
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~Moleboi May 5, 2012  Professional Writer
I can hear the girl's voice now as she floats up to heaven "At last as Ubermencshe we ascend as gods"
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~Gandalfgirl579 May 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
^J^
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~wolfish-vampiregirl May 4, 2012
interesting POV. I'm glaad you're not a Nazi :)
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~Gandalfgirl579 May 4, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! And so am I ^J^
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