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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.
I say NOI say NO to the colour of your skin,
I refuse to look at that.
Would pigment determent my point of view?
I would deserve a smack to the head!

I say NO to whatever you may be,
Man, woman, they’re side by side.
Nobody is more important than somebody else,
So Gender is not how I divide.

I say NO to your age, even when it’s high,
Nobody is written off for me there,
Experience is something you have so much,
It’s a blessing, a gift you can share.

I say NO to your income,
Would I care about your account?
Not what you make but who you are,
I want YOU, not your money, around!

I say NO to your education,
No to the work you perform
what would you do?What would you do,
If this valentine's day
I drove up to find you?
What would you do,
If when I found you
I grabbed your hand?
What would you do,
If I shove you up against the wall and
I kissed you?
What would you do,
If I told you
I love you?
Those Summer NightsSlowly drifting
becoming nothing
falling apart
wishing, we were hoping.

But the seasons changed
and the month got cold
December hearts weakened
we were left alone.

Our frost-bitten hearts
shriveled up and gone
love; nothing but a thought
a dream that once was.

Does it even exists?
I shudder at the thought
that what we had was real
and what I have just lost.

Summer turns to fall
and things just start to die
the leaves falling off the trees
and broken hearts just asking why.

The love that once was blooming
like a spring flower in a field
now withers away to nothing
not sure of what was real.

The last leaf falls off the tree
there's nothin
The Dark ForestThe dark forest
It takes you in
And comes when you least expect it

The dark forest
Comfort you
But at the same time it’s your graveyard of memories

As you venture deeper into the darkness
You feel this presence sitting on your shoulder
As it gets comfortable you remember the feeling
And it fills you with fright

The dark forest
Horrible in its own way
You hate being there but you’ve know it for so long

The dark forest
Inside there is no turning back
While you know you don’t want to do this

And as you reach the end you see the a shovel
The presence gets stronger as you pick it up
You walk a little longer until you get to
Carry Me HomeI crawl through lingered expansion
Trying to reach the precipice
A sentence or two stops me
They are bland trees
The words are the dried out leaves
I brew expression but it needs more sugar
Doubt is an ocean in drought
There are no waves of thought to overlap me
I surrender to creation
And type letter by letter
Key by key
Trying to find me
But I am as lost as an imaginary friend
Invisible to the keen eyes of pretension
Find me
I am here waiting
Within these walls of words
Carry me along because I cannot walk alone
I need phrases to withstand me
Just a few words that will take me home
F.O.R.G.I.V.E.F is for Feelings,
  pain, anger, guilt.
O is for Outrage,
  mountains from molehills built.
R is for Reasoning,
  let common sense in.
G is for Genuine,
  let healing begin.
I is for Ignore,
 those screaming for vengeance.
V is for Validity,
  give mercy a chance.
E is for Empathy,
  support and don't revile.

Forgiveness is stronger,
  than revenge or defile.
Forgiveness empowers
  the one that lets it reside.
Forgiveness the one thing
  that we all have inside.

The betrayal and anger,
  that's felt can be so stark.
Often, I'll admit, it leaves
  some emotional mark.
Forgiveness can strengthen,
  if you just allow.
Forgivenes
CrushI am only the sum of parts:
these stumbling lips,
these wandering eyes,
this heart that skips too many beats.

I am not quite bold:
not content to watch,
not daring to speak,
making acquaintance with my feet.

I am scared:
awkward in silence,
clumsy in speech,
always just short of discreet.
1The moon and the stars
Are extremely lovely, but
You are much brighter
Just One MoreJust One more

Just a cut.
Just a scratch.

"What's that mark.?"
"It was the cat."

Just an excuse.
Just another lie.

"What's with all the bracelets.?"
"Just fashion, why.?"

Just a tear.
Just a scream.

"Why were you crying.?"
"Just a bad dream."

-But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie. It's always 'just one more' until you die
Lies.Her skin was so tight and crisp and with my touch it seemed like it melted away.

It was the color of caramel.

On her breasts there were goosebumps, as i brush my hand against it.

Her smell filled my nostrils and over took my senses.

She was there sitting in front of me. Begging me to eat her.

I must have her.

I undressed her hungrily, biting her, savoring her.

For i have waited to long for my princess.

With a tug, here there, her meat slipped away from her bone as she gave in to my lust.

"MICHAEL are you done with your fried chicken?!
Uh... Yes ma!"

And like that he left her naked and alone.
Life Is An Intravenous DripLife is an intravenous drip
With no transfusion of blood
Instead it slowly relieves me
Of a mind that once was good

Administering paranoia
Directly from the drip chamber
Suffocating me with terror
When there is no imminent danger

Life is an intravenous drip
I am fascinated by my veins
And curious as to which one
Carries the blood to my brain

Which causes the unwanted impulse
For me to question every answer
Tourniquet that varicose vessel
Curiosity is my cancer

Life is an intravenous drip
Of that I am A positive
My blood remains optimistic
So why am I so negative

I see no saline solution
Just diminishing vital signs
As my sanity transfuse
white feathersthe words are bitter to taste & sharp to swallow,
but the lies are becoming transparent & hollow.
a worn voice offers them reluctant passage,
allows truth to stumble out bearing its message.

worn away by years chained in the shadow,
they peek out hesitantly, tremulous & slow.
bite marks raised like welts on their tender skin,
a neglected, abused, mistreated admission.

syllable one is the dreaded contraction,
I, the subject, & am, the action.
the second syllable is dragged along,
an adjective: gay, synonyms: wrong.

they hang their heads & drag their feet, looking small,
as if waiting to be pulled back by a call.
alas, never, for
'Friend'The emphasis on the word friend lingers
Knowing ill never be anything more
Despite the feelings i have
There will never be 'us'

Forever just friends
This always has been
With every single person I've liked in that way
Am i really that bad
That no one could possibly imagine me this way

Apart from those silly little boys whom i get an odd message off
Saying I'm 'hot'
I should send a picture
Why bother trying their luck?
It disgusts me
The thought of them thinking
'hey i could use her next,she doesn't mean anything'
I never reply
Why waste my time?

It sucks to know no one likes me
More that a 'friend'
It really makes me doub
My Coming Out LetterHi, Mum. Hi, Dad.

This is a hard letter to write, if only for the fact that I’m scared of what your reaction will be. I’m scared that you won’t love me any more.
You see, I’m a lesbian.
I need you to accept this, to accept me. I’ve not changed as a person. If anything, you’ll see more of my personality. I want to be able to talk about girls that I like. I don’t want my dad asking me whether I think the boy walking near us is cute, when I’m more interested in the very pretty girl walking in the opposite direction.
I’ve not changed. I need you to understand that. I’m still me. I&rsquo
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I hate this. You have no idea how much I hate this. This lonely feeling that builds up inside, creating this dark isolation that keeps me caged up, alone with my thoughts. I see the way my friend looks at his girl, and the way she looks at him. Love. It's perfect. He'll wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear "Hey, you're beautiful. But you already knew that." And I know, that that's the kind of love that I desire. To be with the perfect girl. To wrap my arms around her and whisper lovely things into her ear. I want to hold her hand when we go on walks and talk in our personal inside jokes that only bring us closer. I want to have those phone calls, late at night, where we fall asleep still talking on the phone. I want to slow dance with her in the rain, and then looks into her beautiful eyes, whisper "I love you" and then lean in for a kiss. I want to be able to cook with her, take naps with her, take care of her when she's sick, lonely, scared. I want to be her protecter, her friend, and her lover.
But who is this "her?" You're not the only one who's curious.
I'm still waiting for the day I can meet her, gaze into her eyes, and know she's the one.

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I can't wait for her to come into my life.
©2013 ~XmeowfX
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~AndrogynousRabbit Feb 19, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
And she'll be there one day c:
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~XmeowfX Mar 2, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you c: I hope so c:
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~AndrogynousRabbit Mar 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
^^
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~San-Hatake Feb 6, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
This is what I want, but I've just got my "her". Absolutely beautiful and thoughtful.
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~RosieRose123 Feb 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This is beautiful, I love it. <3

I know how you feel, I'm still looking for that one person. You'll find her someday c:
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~XmeowfX Mar 2, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you love c: That means a lot :heart:
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~RosieRose123 Mar 2, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Of course hun c: And, if you ever want to talk to someone you can talk to me ^-^
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~PurpleChaos Feb 6, 2013
OF course waiting isn't enough.
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~LuminaBalderson Feb 6, 2013
This is amazing.
Faved.
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Mood: Adoration ~Xx-Cake-xX Feb 6, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
That's beautiful <3 you'll find her.
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