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US, the armythere's alot of us
the quiet
the depressed
the fallen
we hide
behind masks
plastic smiles
but in reality
there's pain
tears
crying
depression

Stroke"Stroke"

I feel so numb; so far away
What happened to my arms and legs?
I can't hear noise; did I speak?
Why are muscles growing weak?

I'm losing balance; I've fallen down
The room is spinning round and round
Like tracing lines that have no end
I've tried but fallen down again

No one can hear me on the floor
Screaming into rooms next door
Hearing voices inside of me
They scream for help so silently

I blacked out but couldn't tell
Where's my heart or body cells
Waking up near cold white beds
Tears from eyes soon start to shed

What just happened?; I wonder why
Why people soon did cry
I think my mother finally spoke
"Oh Dear

MuteI rip out my vocal cords
One at a time
With no disregard towards
The blood and gore I'm

Getting on my rotting palms
No one cares anyways
They wouldn't care if I was dropping bombs
They're too wrapped up in their own days

Why make myself mute
Now they can't hear me complain
About my oh so very cute
And insignificant pain

Now they won't need
To suffer anymore
They will be freed
From me, only a constant sore

For All of the HeartsFor all the hearts who have been broken
That have had to buy rounds of duct tape to mend
Tears that have been wrought on souls that do not hear
That have had to wear masks of smiles and hearts to hide
And especially for those whose hearts still sing

Today its going to rain, rain like the stars have died
The heavens are going to cry with the passion of
Well, one of us; who've lived multiple lives
and have died every single day trying and struggling
But living and sighing through each painful drop of blood

Tomorrow, though, I'm going to smile; Through the grimace
And the dirt and the blood and the pain that stains black
Upon my chee

AbandonedLeft in the dark alone and
cold. Life, means nothing

when has it ever?

We walk through this meaningless
life searching for something, something
to make us whole

I have found that something,
the only thing to get my dead
hart to start back up again

But alas it never stays
I have been abandoned by
the only thing that has kept
me alive

Then it returns the happiness
that I long for, it will never leave again
it says

I blindly trust and give in,
only to feel my hart shatter
for the second time

tears flood my eyes and flow
down my cheeks like rivers
I can no longer breath

I gasp begging, pleading
To know why, why I was lef

Stuck Inside These ThoughtsShe's all alone,
Stuck inside these thoughts again,
She can't go home,
Trapped inside her head.

Will you save her from this?
She's spinning round again,
There's not much here to miss,
And she's going under.

She's all alone,
Stuck inside these thoughts again,
She can't go home,
Trapped inside her head.

Can you get her out alive?
She's running from herself,
No more secrets to contrive,
Falling into the dark.

She's all alone,
Stuck inside these thoughts again,
She can't go home,
Trapped inside her head.

Don't you hear her scream?
It's breaking this silence,
She can't wake from her dream,
But it's a nightm

Sick.life slouches against the door

[i think i can hear it crying]

sickly grins lick my lips;

rub the undersides

of scream-sore throats

stained with the sweetest sort of bruise

every nerve--

a soft

atrium flow;

cutting

capillaries

screams all my own

swallowed in cotton lungs

pressure in my skull

fire in my veins

holding the skin i had

clinging tighter to fragility

and i just can't find

the strength to cry

anymore

the night stretches on for months

red.

red.

black.

i shake like a leaf

I Am....I am the loud but hidden girl.
I wonder about the sheltered thoughts of others.
I hear the butterfly's wings flapping in crushes stomachs.
I see lies flicker behind smiling eyes.
I want to comfort the people in pain.
I am the loud but hidden girl.

I pretend to be the one altering lives.
I feel the pain others sense.
I touch the inner tears we hide.
I worry that individuals are in agony.
I cry for those who hide in a crowd.
I am the loud but hidden girl.

I understand not everyone can be blissful.
I say it is something the whole world should fight for.
I dream of a life full of smiles.
I admire those who strive to help these peop

Lend me a kissLend me your sweet lips
Give me a soft kiss
Stay with me till the end
Let's stop playing pretend

Don't let my heart break
Let's learn from our mistakes
I'll let your love embrace
Mend me with your lovely grace

They never leave my mind
Your cherry colored lips
The roses that I have picked
And the sweetness that one day I'll kiss

Paper ButterfliesA cut, a tear, a fold,
slice of color and a cut or two,
and another paper butterfly is born.

IV drips in the hand
keeping everything in place
while the cuts and tears and folds
keeps going on.

One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.

That's the number
she was told to make.

One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.
Until she can get a wish.
A nice nurse had told her so,
and shown her how to make them
but she had only made thirty out of the
one thousand, six hundred and sixty six
paper butterflies.

It seemed like such an impossible number
that one thousand six hundred and sixty six
but our patient needed that wish
just li

The Crystals and the StrangerI climbed a tall ladder,
To sit on the sun,
But the devil laughed,
And tossed me to the moon.
So I sat there for a long time,
Cold and alone.
And a passing cloud,
Handed me crystals,
"It's not a solution,
But definitely an escape,
If only for a little while."
And the crystals grew inside me,
Turning me inside out,
Rushing through my veins,
And creating,
A ravenous addiction,
To those glass-cut crystals.
But the crashes were the worst,
They tore me apart,
Ripped open my insides,
Then put them back in.
A passerby once stopped,
Just to watch me scream,
At least that's what I thought.
He put out a hand,
And wrote me some

Writing TherapyWith nicotine-stained lungs,
Tear-smudged cheeks
And her heart on her sleeves.
With star-like eyes,
And sin-kissed lips.
She pours her soul into meaningless scripts.
With her head buried in the clouds,
She screams her thoughts aloud.
She wastes her entire afternoons,
To write words that dance to a soundless tune.
Writing makes her feel more alive,
And is why all those painful nights,
She has survived.

GuiltLowering your gaze,
Avoids recognition.
Hands in pockets,
Smudges fingerprints.

Not speaking a word,
Locks in dark thoughts.
Walking away,
Won't get you caught.

Water and soap,
Sends blood down the drain.
Cleaning up evidence,
Erases the memories.

Burying the body,
Quiets the soul.
Obituaries,
Mean its all over.

Curling in corners,
Keeps you hidden.
Stabbing yourself,
Makes up for what you did.

And you're reborn anew,
Yesterday's a street behind.
You can travel an open dirt road,
To smiling faces and brighter places.

You think you're so damn clever,
But I know what you did.

I'm the leech sucking your blood,
And spit

Roses
of
roses
of
posies
of
daisies
lay upon your grave
why to cry
why to wait
you still could not be saved

FamilyI was looking
for a family to love me
but I realize
I already have one
in every friend who'd be there
for me when I want to cry
and everyone who loves me
for who I am.

and I was looking
for a home,
but I realized a home is
wherever I feel loved
and safe.

My childhood home is here
these city streets
and I will find more homes
and my family will grow
as I do
and I will never feel empty
or cold,
because I have warmth and joy
all around me
just waiting for me to reach out
and find the parents
aunts, uncles,
brothers and sisters
who don't know that they love me
yet.

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but acid tears, I cannot cry.
The loss of one, the trust of another
Death is such a fickle lover

I gave up one, but was it all?
the love of another, close to fall.
I chose, i know, it was my fault
but now it's a wound, rubbed with salt.

The pain, it tears one right in two
i'm lost, not found, what do I do?
I'll chase my tail till hell is cold
and the devil releaseds his icy hold

Music and me.I have my ups
I have my downs
I have my tiff's
and turn arounds
And through it all,
yes- i can see
some music was made
just for me.

Eternally pairedThe red string theory
Pulls you close
and sometimes with love
you overdose

LiEsPlease just go,
Don't even try.
It's not a show,
when I die.
It's no big deal,
I'm honestly fine.
I'll let my wounds heal;
the power of time.
I'm lying, silly
can't you tell?
it ain't frilly,
down in hell
Please stay here,
Don't go far.
Please stay near,
not another scar.
I want you here,
you and I.
make me leave my fears
give love a try.

MiSsInGMissing his arms
smile, hair.
Missing his tender touch,
his love, his care.

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Exposition

by ~TheCheshireTabiKat, Oct 9, 2012, 5:41:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

i can't

i can't

i can't

expose myself

it hurts too much

like my tears are acid

hurting more that helping

killing me

i can't

tell my story

or

show my scars

i'll break

crack

lose it.

Expositionby ~TheCheshireTabiKat

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~TheCheshireTabiKat

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~Ayame713 Dec 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Find the 1 and you will get kissed in 11 days. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII1IIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. Find the $ and you will hav good luck for 2 years. ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss sssssssssssssss sssssssssssss. …sss. sssssssssssssssssssss$ssssssssssssssss. *****MAKE A WISH*****. Now find the m and your wish will come true. nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn nnnnnnnmnnnnnnn nnnnnnn. nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmnnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Repost this to 9 other pictures and everything will come true.. Ignore and you will have bad luck for 9 years

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~sleeplesswondercw Oct 13, 2012

I know how that feels, I love it

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~TheCheshireTabiKat Oct 13, 2012 Student Writer

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Mood: Compassion

~RandomCorporation Oct 10, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I'm where you are right now.

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~TheCheshireTabiKat Oct 13, 2012 Student Writer

awwuh, want to talk about it?

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~RandomCorporation Oct 14, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

No thanks. I think it's better if people don't know who I am in the darker recesses.

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~TheCheshireTabiKat Oct 15, 2012 Student Writer

oki.. just remember I'm here to talk if you ever need it

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~RandomCorporation Oct 15, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thanks.

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~Al3xDk Oct 10, 2012

Even my poetry is based on what i feel inside.. Actually, every maker of anything really has a touch of himself inside of it.. This ain't bad i can say, but it would be better for you if you added something like:
"but i'm looking to change this, this won't be my problem anymore"
Just suggesting, even did that to one of my art, changed it on purpace cause i want that cind of positive change in my life!

Anyway, great job

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~TheCheshireTabiKat Oct 24, 2012 Student Writer

thanks!

and i'll try that suggestion out on another pice

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