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RelapseIt’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when

‘just one more’

made you feel better.

- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s

falling.

UneditedWe cry.
We scream.
We fight for our dream.

We scream.
We cry.
We're just waiting to die.

The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.

The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.

So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?

Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?

Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.

Wouldn't surprise.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"

Battle in my MindEat.
Don't eat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
You're perfect.
You're worthless.
You're beautiful.
You're disgusting.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
Show me.
No!
I love you..

WorthlessWorthless,
the name that cuts like a knife,
Me,
it's all that you see inside,
My heart,
is breaking with every breath I take
The lies,
the only thing I can't seem to face.

In The Daylight

In The Daylight

A false downfall
An unexpected revival

Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness

Life...redefined
Death...redesigned

In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
-
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest

I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic

I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid

A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete

Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrat

Ode to the boy with diamonds for eyesI think we were a collision course waiting to happen
And when I think back to the day when we first
Stumbled across one another, red sneakers hanging off gutters
Cherry cola voice overs and dilated pupils
We led one another on to believe in the night sky of connect the dot constellations

You wanted to dissect me and peer into the insides of my lungs
Only to find witches breath and dandelions
Slicing iron vowels you locked your hands in mine
And we fell into the static of dreaming disease
The operating table broke away to reveal a sky that never existed
And we couldn't help but laugh at the irony
Because wishing was never an option
The ane

wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,
swollen around the words she never said;
dark rings around her eyes
like planets unremembered, and
a staleness to her touch,
the crystalline Dead Sea.

she's living like a story
that's already been told
"if no one loved you
would you mean anything at all?"

in that moment,
we forget to exist.

Our MasksThe masks we wear are perfect
Never loose and rarely tight
They keep us safe from others
And keep our demons out of sight

They smile when we are broken
And laugh when we simply must
No blemish or imperfection
A creation that will never rust.

I seldom ever remember
Who I am without my mask
That to peel off that layer
Is such a daunting task

All others carry one as well
Wherever they may go
And no matter what is on their minds
Only the molded mask will show.

The lies they preach in public
Or the scars along their wrists
Are left mute to others knowledge
Ignorance is such a splendid gift

My mask is oh so perfect
Not a crack will show
Alway

We are the King and Queen of Broken DreamsStanding still in a mine field, staring at all we have left.
We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.
Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.
If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do.

It was a whirl wind romance,
A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.
You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.
I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to.

We built a house without foundations
And now we’re falling down,
Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.
People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,
That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see.

There was no fire to start with,
Just two broken things, the world had left behind.
The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,
Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.
We never stood a chance or so

LonelyLonely.
Unnoticed.
People don't even look
when they walk by.
Always ignored...
Nobody even asks my ideas,
my opinion.
Nobody even knows
who I am.
When people see me,
they either ignore me,
or ask a question:
"Who are you?"
But they don't even bother
to listen to my response:
"I'm Canada."
Forgotton.
Forgotton by everyone.
Forgotton by my friends, my allies.
Maybe one day
Someone will remember my name.
Canada.

Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,
but what can you say?
Nothing can help her.
The pain won't go away.

But she would've stopped,
you could've said no.
That's what she wanted,
someone to say don't go.

That someone wanted her,
or at least would try.
That someone would grieve
if she were to die.

But you just stared,
nodding your head,
and she realized the truth
with a feeling of dread.

No one wanted her.
No one cared.
Not even you,
with the the love you shared.

So she said good-bye,
and you watched her leave.
She may have had the rope,
but now you can't breathe.

Falling off the EdgeDo you know what it feels like?
To nearly fall off the edge,
but not quite...
just so that you're dangling;
clinging for your worthless life
lest it fall into the sea of loneliness.
Your callused, pink fingers turning
to a shade of purplish-red of pain
as it does it best to hold on.

Splash.

In the sea of loneliness,
everything is crisp, translucent.
There is nothing around you,
you are alone...
unlike other people,
you have no one
clamouring to save you;
you have no one
diving in to get you out.

There is no point
screaming for help,
you will only waste
the little time and air you have left.
You only have the darkness
of the sea envelop

Lost In ConfusionLost In Confusion

My mind is spinning without a rest
Emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on..

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A roller-coaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noises echo

Deactivatedthere are voids and black holes
and wounds,
papercuts sinking deep into
finger fissures
only to meet the unmarred love
of bones, strong and
bare and pure.

dark oceans are bleached
into tears that leave nothing
but sea salt in my lips

and my words are injustice
to the death of
your poetry.

this is me
drowning,
trying to be
you

trying to preserve the ardor
of your words
and the honey sweet taste
of your passion

it's also
how my lungs work
(when I don't read something from you
I die more than a little on the inside).

With This RingWith this ring,

I swear to keep myself pure.

To not give myself away until the night of my marriage,

To the one whom God has chosen for me.

With this ring,

I swear to avoid the temptations

That may lead me astray

And defile me.

With this ring

I swear to not only keep my body pure,

But to keep pure my mind.

To not think perverted thoughts,

To not corrupt myself from within.

With this ring,

I swear that all of what I am will be pure

For he who is to be my husband.

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Goodbye...As my body empties,
I write these final words...
Death is approaching fast,
And I can't hold on any longer.

As this final battle completes,
My soul lie broken on the ground.
And as the essence drains away,
I must say goodbye.

I thank this world
For my second chance.
But also for showing me
The ones I will always hold dear.

With my last few breaths,
I wish to say one word.
A word that I will come to regret...
For the time has come...

For me to say...

Goodbye.

You Are Worth ItYou are worth it.
Worth every drop
Of blood, sweat,
And tears I shed.

Every reason you give
To try to convince me
That you're not worth it
Is only what you see.

If only you could see
What I saw in you.
If only you knew
What's truly inside you.

You're not pretty?
No, you're beautiful.
You're not smart?
No, you're a genious.

You're too thin, too thick?
No, you're just right.
You're not fun enough?
I'm suprised I can keep up.

You're not talented?
Then why are you so awesome?
You're not worth it?
Please, stand corrected now.

So you see...
You are worth it.
You're worth every drop.
And that's why I love you.

The OakDo you remember
That one house we made?
The one we carved
Out of the giant oak?

Because I sure do.
I visit it every day,
Watching the leaves blow,
And listening to the rustle.

And now it's Autumn.
The leaves have changed
To their brilliant reds...
Their wonderful oranges.

If only you were here
To witness this event.
To see the flaming tree
That has no heat.

But I know that at least...
At least you're here,
With me in spirit.
But also in the tree.

I remember your last,
Hopeful request.
That when you left us...
We give you a funeral at the tree.

We did more than that.
We scattered your ashes around it,
And buried your

HimI see him...
Standing there,
By the forest's edge.
Red eyes glowing fiercly.

He's pacing...
Back and forth,
He waits.
Watching me.

I know what he wants.
He wants me.
My soul.
My very essence.

But he dare not
Leave his home.
He dare not
Give up his shelter.

Why?
Because he knows.
He knows I'm strong.
Stronger than he is.

Out here,
In this grassy meadow...
I have the upper hand.
And he's no where to hide.

I can see his eyes,
Glowing a bright red.
Just going back and forth
At the forest's edge.

I know what he wants.
He wants my soul.
But he dare not come
And try to take it.

Because without his trees,
Without his

Spirit Of LifeThis spirit I hold,
Be it new,
Or be it old,
Is one of life.

It glows with
Tremendous power.
Which is why
I will never accept it.

Power such as this
Should never be taken.
Never be granted.
So I will guard it.

I will keep this
Spirit safe.
Always within reach,
Never out of sight.

It's power mistifies me.
As it dangles from this string,
It glows with the power
Of a thousand suns.

It eminates the heat
Of the largest bonfire.
Yet it is ice cold
To the touch.

I must protect
This precious spirit.
For no matter it's age...
It is the spirit of life.

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I'm Not Perfect

by ~WildFangWolf, Jun 18, 2012, 6:13:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I'm not perfect;
No one is.
But me most of all.
I'm the most flawed.

Fighting to keep control,
Day in, day out.
I have to continue...
Continue to shout.

The fight to keep my freedom
Is the hardest thing imaginable.
It's made easier with friends.
But I'm not perfect.

People think I'm nice;
That I'm kind and sweet.
But they're wrong...
It's just a ruze I have to use.

Showing my true face,
The one under the masks,
Could mean losing myself...
And hurting those dearest.

I'll keep that from happening,
As long as I live.
But keep no promises,
Incase my will slips.

I'm not perfect,
For I am the most flawed.
No one is perfect,
But me most of all.

If my true face showed,
Those around me would get hurt.
If that happened...
I would never forgive myself.

Those whom I love,
Those most dearest to me...
Would be pained and scarred...
But not as much as I.

I'm not perfect;
Nobody is.
But I most of all,
For I am the most flawed.

I'm Not Perfectby ~WildFangWolf

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I'm not perfect;
No one is.
But I most of all,
For I am the most flawed...

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~Invictus47 Jun 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow. I really love this. This is really well written and it gets you thinking of what is the truth behind people's words.

~WildFangWolf Jun 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks.

~kittyninja7 Jun 18, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

Aw. So pretty :') if you keep at it you could write professionally

also, your profile picture is kind of awesome.

~WildFangWolf Jun 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Awww, thanks. I've recently been considering trying to write professionally. Just not sure how exactly to go about that yet... I'm only 15.

My profile pic was just something I found... I really agree with the message it holds, and it's got my favorite pony on it!!

~kittyninja7 Jun 18, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

I'm not the only 15 year old in the world?! Inconceivable.

Major in English, I guess. I'm an engineer. You know, in the future. So I'm not majoring in liberal arts.

Honestly I can't read the picture. All I know is that that is the coolest show ever.

~WildFangWolf Jun 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Well, I had initially been thinking of majoring in something like computer/graphical design, so... majoring in English (which almost all of my English teachers I haven't liked, and I haven't even been interested in poetry up until less than a month ago) wasn't really a though on my mind.

It says "Courage isn't the will to attack; it is the will to defend."

~kittyninja7 Jun 18, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

That seems like an odd alternative. And don't depend on teachers. Some teachers know nothing. Especially government teachers. Not that I was ever considering returning to that horror.

You don't have to major in Eng, I suppose. With writing its more about who you know.

Aw

Rainbow Dash :3

~WildFangWolf Jun 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Well, I don't depend on teachers, but their level of pissing me off at times didn't really help my like for English and relating subjects.

Oh god... Government teachers... o.O I HATE Government classes!! My last "American Government" teacher was so damn annoying!! He NEVER shut up, and his voice got annoying as all hell.

Yeah, writing's about who you know and getting the money together to pay for it.

Rainbow's mah favorite. Then Luna. ;3

~kittyninja7 Jun 18, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

All my words jessup flying away! My english teachers have been great. One was a nice old lady and one had no idea what to do with her life.

My gov teacher... Good lord. She had a rat face, and even though she was nice, I disapproved of solo those court cases.

People I don't even know tell me that if I were a pony I'd be Dash. They call me 'blunt' and 'brash'. I suppose that's true.

~WildFangWolf Jun 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I'm not sure which pony I'd be, exactly...
I try to be blunt and straight to the point, but I'm not harsh in how I do it (if that makes sense). I'm a friendly guy (usually), but being honest with the truth doesn't exactly leave much room for kind words...

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