[x]

Zero.10.

I take a deep breath.
Is this really what I want?

9.

Of course it is.
Why am I even questioning it?

8.

"Because you're a coward,"
That cruel voice whispers,
"And you're looking for a way out."

7.

"No," my voice replies.
My voice is stronger.
I will be heard.

6.

I shift my grip on the knife,
And sink deeper into my sheets.

5.

My heart rate jumps;
My breathing accelerates.

4.

The world shifts in and out of focus,
As my senses are heightened,
By the adrenaline racing through my veins,
Knowing my end is near.

3.

I think back.
Is my will in order?
Have I written all the letters?

2.

My eyes flick open,
And I plunge the bl

Tragic ValentineWhen I look in your eyes,
I see the rest of my life.
I love you,
I do.
And I know you love me too.
A ring on my finger,
And another on yours.
We know each other.
We have no doors.
Even though we're separated,
By six feet of dirt.
The words you whisper,
Still heal my hurt.
The way you exist,
Inside my head,
A figment of the imagination,
Can never be dead.
I am yours,
And you are mine.
I will always love you,
My tragic Valentine.

Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a lie
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?

If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?

If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?

If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?

OvercomeThe power of Christ compels you!
Leave me alone!
The power if Christ compels you!
Go back to your godforsaken home!
No! You can't do this!
How are you still here?
Stay in the pentagram!
You're supposed to disappear!
Oh, I understand.
My faith wasn't enough to be strong.
So now I'm here with you,
In Hell where I belong.
I'm supposed to be here,
Or at least that's what you say.
But unlike you,
My faith grows everyday.
God will save me,
That I surely know.
You think I belong here,
But really I should go.
My faith in God, my spirit,
Both you tried to kill.
I know that I'll get out of here.
Someday,
I will.

The PoetThe Poet:

He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...

He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.

He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.

Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wonderin

Dear Marie"I'm your mother."
No, you're not.
"I spit you into this world, and I can take you out."
Yeah, if you wanna be charged with murder.
"I don't care if there's motor oil on it, eat the damn pizza!"
Your DOG wouldn't eat this, bitch.
"Go to bed, Claire!"
Yeah, because slapping me half-way across the room makes me SO tired.

Listen bitch.
It takes more than birth,
To make a mother.
It's like a one night stand,
With a lover.
It's a great paradox,
That you apologize now.
When I finally found a mom,
Who loves me somehow.
Don't say "sorry,"
Because it will change nothing.
Don't say "I love you,"
As if it means something.
Don't say "I care,"

You didn't dare.She smiled,
but it was fake.
She laughed,
but she's about to break.

She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.

This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.

What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.

Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.

One. Two. Three. Four.One.

One razor blade.
One wrist.
One life.
One way out.

Two.

Two different meds.
Two packets for each.
Two lives.
Hanging in the brink.

Three.

Three people.
Three friends.
Three hearts to break.
The sorrow never ends.

-

This is the way i save my soul.
From the pain, the suffering.
And woe untold.

I can't continue in a world filled with hate,
For those who are different,
Or with poor mental state.

One.
Two.
Three.

-

Four.

Four tablets down.
Seems like a hundred to go.
They burn my throat.
As i try not to choke.

-

One.
Two.
Three.
Four.

-

I do not regret,
These desicions i've made.
My mind is set,
The goa

The Prophets of Impending DoomI'm fighting and hitting,
Something that isn't there.

It has to be!
It's pulling my hair!

Oh wait,
That's me.

Oh no!
Is it true?
How could this be?

I talk to my reflection,
Because my reflection talks back.

My reflection is mean,
It says I'm ugly and fat.

I talk to my reflection,
And I'm never again the same.

Oh no!
Is it true?
Does this mean I'm insane?

People say they hate me,
They wish I was dead.

Everywhere I go,
It's "off with her head!!"

They locked me in this place,
This terrible hellhole of mine.

What they said came true,
I really lost my mind.

My name is NothingMy name is Nothing,
And I know...
You're in love with her -
Not me.
I'm just your friend.
I am nothing else.
I am...
Nothing.

I am Nothing to you;
I'm a ghost that listens
to your many woes;
I give you space to
take a deep breath in;
I am who you turn to
when you have no one;
I'm always there for you,
but never actually there.

My name is Nothing.
And I know it was absurd
for me to think that
I could be her,
that I could be...
your Something.

1Go on,
Go.
I won't be your freak show.
It's not "funny,"
It's not "cool."
I'm just a girl,
Who didn't know you were so cruel.
I made a mistake,
I'm sorry to say.
I paid for my mistake,
Very dearly today.
You took who I was,
And you tore up my heart.
I'm broken and bent,
I'm falling apart.
The roof of my home,
Has just caved in.
It looks like you did it.
I guess you win

The Abdication of the ThroneCalling my name,
Screaming for me to run towards you.
But I can't,
I won't,
What should I do?

I want to run,
But is it right?
Should I stay?
Should I fight?

All my dreams,
My childish fears,
They live in my mind,
And escape through my tears.

I can't hold on,
I just want to fall.
I want run,
And escape over the wall.

I'm gonna let go;
I'm gonna fall down.
I have lost hope,
And deserted my crown.

HopeHope is just the lies
I tell myself
Hope tells me tomorrow
Will be better then today
So I don't cry myself to sleep
Hope whispers that next time
I'll do things right
When I only make it worse
Hope says that everything will be alright
When I know it won't be
Hope promises that there is a perfect
Person for me and that one day
I'll find that person
Hope shouts that one day
I'll do great things
And will always be rememebered
So that I'll never truely die
Hope sings of a better place
When there isn't one
Hope mocks that it could be worse
But most of the time
I'd do anything to not be me
Hope is merely a lie
But that's oka

I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):

You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.

Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...

I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...

Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...

I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself ho

Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:

Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?

Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.

As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.

A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.

These are the li

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by ~InvaderZIB13, Dec 24, 2012, 11:32:10 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

"Stupid," "Ugly," "Useless," "Sad."
"Emo," "Silent," "Paranoid," "Mad."
"Ashamed," "Afraid," "Crazy," "Stuck."
"Disgusting," "Alone," "Pathetic," "Out of Luck."

The words never spoken,
Yet always heard.
Not from people around me,
No, that's absurd.

I've heard these words,
Time after time,
They always pierce my heart,
They continuously cross my mind.

But these words were never said.
Never once directed at me.
Maybe they never became reality,
But I saw them spoken in my mentality.

These are the words of a bully.
The words that can tear me apart.
The words that can no longer be erased,
Because they have entered my heart.

This person who speaks them,
I know them quite well.
They have countless words in their head,
They have many stories to tell.

I don't know why they want me
To take all of the blame.
It might be for vengeance,
It might be from their own shame.

But the owner of these words,
The words that repeat,
Have caused me great fear,
Have led to my defeat.

This person I know,
Whom I don't like to show,
Has never left my side,
Never will leave my mind.

This bully,
You see,
Is actually me.

Bullyby ~InvaderZIB13

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

We like to beat ourselves up,
don't we?
WE HAVE TO STOP!
WE HAVE TO!!!

It's still too hard though...

Unless given permission to do so...

~~mad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

*Darvia123 May 3, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I saw the link on your signature on a different poem and I thought, ok I'll read it. And I'm so glad I did! This is a great poem! It has a clean flow, great rhyme, and I clear message! Really well done.

~InvaderZIB13 May 3, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you very much.
It means a lot to me.

*Darvia123 May 3, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yeah no problem!

~Sarzzz1618 Apr 23, 2013

You are Tots rite!

~InvaderZIB13 Apr 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks.

~InnocentLittleWolf Apr 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

We do it because we are comparing ourselves to others, which is good because it pushes us to better ourselves, but it's not supposed to make us hate ourselves. If you spend all of your time looking at the bad, you'll never see the good.

BTW, this poem is wonderful.

~InvaderZIB13 Apr 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you.
I've been trying to make relatable independent poems, and so far this is my best one.
However, I still need to work on creating poems with a more positive note...

~InnocentLittleWolf Apr 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

That'd be nice, it's always rewarding to try somthing new. But if doing darker poems just comes to you more naturally, don't push you yourself too hard, or you might just get discuraged. I do that with my work sometimes. XD Anyways, good luck. :3

~InvaderZIB13 Apr 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I will, and thank you!

~WolfStaronChild14 Mar 29, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It not you, its everyone coming at you and blaming you. You are stronger than them, they bully because they are more insecure than you, and therefore they covet that. Trust me, I used to be a bully myself , I've been in there shoes; Now I dedicate my life to help people that have becomoe stuck in this rut. I build up their confidence, and make them over come their [link] wether its one strong person, a bunch of people, their own parents or relatives, or themselves. If you want to stop feeling liek the bully of your own self, wich I can clearly see, come to the safe place

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