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PridePride
Nervous
Sick, stupid
Worried they’ll think
You are dumb, useless
Building a wall between
Acquaintance and a friendship
It controls thoughts and opinions
So you can’t make the right decisions
Pride, it’s fear, it’s ego, it’s mind control

Thanks to You Love
Cannot
Comprehend
It’s like a lie
That you tell to me
This word abused, confused
Meant to say you’re a game
You’re nothing more, nothing less
Pray tell, next time, if it’s love or lust
This word, thanks to you, I no longer trust

Winter HeartFrozen solid, her heart will not beat,
Summer over, arctic winds won’t retreat,
All warmth and light has fled,
And you won’t last long there,
Her heart it’s a tundra in winter,
A winter heart, all dead.

The snow falling your love a breeze,
You won’t last long, you'll just freeze
Icicles from the past have froze her core,
Only warm hearts will change the season
Her heart it’s a tundra in winter
A winter heart, you've fallen for

Dread to DareThere she cowers, in the cold heart of blackness,
Scratching claws, stupidity, on iron bars,
Despair only driving her to madness;
Her mind in torment, reminding ageless scars.

Pacing back and forth in her confinement,
She laments like an animal, trapped forever;
Tears grace her cheeks with bitterness not refinement;
She plotted her escape but they screamed, No never!

She’s done this to herself resignation no other
She’s signed up for torment, she’s signed up for hell!
Wandering from one restricting corner to another
Ragged, torn, and crawling filth; they swear, don’t tell.

Her ashen cheeks all sunken and hollow

Dark ShawlI see those eyes all sparkling clear,
Stare at me while I’m standing here.
Heart shaking, all wrapped in fear;
Looking down at concrete, glimpsing
Pretty nails and costly pedicure,
But who needs those to feel secure.
Just give me my black shawl,
So I can crawl
Behind the cloven alleys;
Watching, waiting,
For life I am indentured
To black, and being depraved
Of all the things that I’m not allowed,
In my world against the crowd.
So give me my darkened shawl,
I’ll hide behind, hoping to go by
Noiselessly, quietly
Behind a shadowed human wall.

LionessShe’s not a weakling
Nor a coward
No broken heart
Not even soured
She’s a Lioness
Sure footed, powerful
The Lioness

She walks as queen
Despite dismantled face
A mark unforeseen
Experience, commands respect
She’s a Lioness
Wild and free, says don’t mess with me
The Lioness

She’s not a killer
Nor a flower
Her stride, it’s a thriller
Like an action film
She’s a Lioness
Keeping you all on the tips of your toes
The mighty Lioness

You’re comfortable with her
She makes you feel safe
She stands mind tall as a balsamic fir
She looks out for the great and the small
She’s a lioness
So beautiful an

BLOODIt can be seen
As gross
Disgusting
But when people say that
Do they really think that way?
Doesn't that mean that they find themselves
Disgusting as well?
I think that it's a fascinating thing...
It's beauty...
Color...
It represents love
Hate
Depression
Every feeling can be
Represented in a few streams of blood
But how to explain it?
Words aren't enough
To do it....

Dying to be BeautifulDying to be beautiful
How far does it go
How deep can it get
How dark can it pull

When nothing holds you together
But layers of makeup on sunken cheeks
And your bones so frail they
Shatter from sobbing
Your heart so weak
You cannot risk loving

Your world so painful,
Through gray misty eyes
From the outline of ribs
To the protruding bone spines
I clearly see, you’re dying
Yes, dying to be beautiful

I wish somebody would tell you
The secret of beauty
It comes from the heart
The inside out
Not the outside in

But still how far will you go
How deep will you get
How dark will you go
Until you realize
You’re dying
Just to be

ErrorsCold breath on my purple lips,
The sensation touches my ears’ tips
Echoes of dead roses in a fierce-some gloom
My sorrow follows me as though it’s in full bloom
The open air levitates my still form
The coldness shocking me like a magnetic storm
I lay lifeless, colder, stiller, than my skin an icy blue
Spread out as to catch this morning’s dew
The mist is like a comforting blanket
My head, stripped of innocence, a blank planchet
Waiting to be stamped by my failures
Rather than face my sneering errors
Can’t I stay here, to be kissed by memories?
Ladled out from the stagnant pool of the centuries
Soothing fingers stroke

I think, I feelI think, I feel
And sometimes it stinks,
When one thought goes ‘round
Like a little bug, Buzzing
Poking you, prickling you,
Biting you, snitching you
Doing a buggy parade ground
C’mon admit, it’s annoying…
You’ve failed, you’re not good enough
And you think this, I’m enjoying…
They’re better than you, you’re not enough
Soon you realize, the damage already done
You think, you feel, and then you hurt
And oh boy it ever hurts
Sometimes so much
You hope to evaporate
Into the mist on the slough

Again I think, I feel
Things happen so perfect
Like an aurora light
Piercing your soul,

Superficial MeThe External Struggle Inc.
435 Insecurity Drive
Planet Earth, America

February 1, 2013

The Internal Self Co.
P.O. Box E. Heartland Drive
Planet Earth, Reality

Dear Internal Self:

I know you are good
I know how you're able
I know you are beautiful
And quite capable
I know you are strong
I know that you're graceful
I know you’re perseverant
And wholly faithful
I know you're secure
A moral silhouette
I know that you will forgive
And forever forget
I know that you're smart
I know how you've been brave
I know that you’re respected
And always behave
I know you’re thankful
I know how you're friendly
I know you are flexible
And

Honeythief.straw-stitched and hanging
off every word--

violated:

pressing my ears
against your brittle
hives

and smoking you out

Three Years AgoThree years ago,
A lie changed my life,
It cut me in half,
Just like a knife.

Three years ago,
My family almost feel,
And it changed me,
Sending me to hell.

Three years ago,
I picked up the blade,
For the very first time,
Making the old me fade.

Three years ago,
I risked everything,
All caused by a lie,
I decided to fling.

That all happened three years ago,
When I made a mistake,
And grabbed that blade,
Using it for all the peace I could take.

TwistedEverything is so messed up
I’m so confused
I should be crying,
But instead I’m laughing
Laughing…
At death.
Laughing…
At my last breath.

When the world is backwards
I’m so confused
The sky is ground
The north is south
And I find myself swinging
From the cobblestones
And with dirty hands, walking
Gripping with knuckle bones

Why is it, turned all around
I’m so confused
Yes means no
Wrong is right
And I’m enthralled with hurting people
Destroying their souls
And living, but actually dead
And somehow hurt consoles

At this rate I’ll be
Falling down to heaven
Or flying up to hell

To real

ListenCan you hear me
Listen
Listen to my cries
Hear me
Feel my pain
See your neglect
Understand what you've put me through
Hear me roar
My anger bouncing off the wall
My sadness ringing in
Your deaf ears
Can't you hear me
Do you just not care
Listen to me
Listen
Don't walk away
I'm not finished
If only you'd hear me
If only I could make you see
Why won't you listen
Why don't you care
Do you not see the tears
I'm shedding
You're the one that's made to care
It's your job
Why can't you just listen

Maybe you can't hear me
Yeah
That's it
I'm just not loud enough

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Despicable Me

by *roselynedwards, Nov 25, 2012, 2:24:35 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

There huddling in the corner;
A pathetic existence,
Whimpering beast and lost soul
Heart beating but half full
Its face all worn and ghostly vile
As though a man but without a smile
Its eyes bloodshot from hate
Coordinating with a deadly fate
And I cowered from its horrid dreams
They unleashed tormenting screams
I couldn’t bare to look through it
The ugliest thing I’d ever seen,
A host of envy seized its eyes,
Its mouth a foaming rage
Its face ashen like a grave
It incapable of beauty
To itself it was a slave
Everything it stood for broke my heart
All the dreadful moaning of it, pushed me apart
And when the blood dripped from its arms
I caught it huddling there without its usual charms
I’d never forget its sight
Horrendous creature that it was
I wished I would have never beheld it
Its face and terror will leave their scars
In my dreams it comes at night
Wake me Wake me I can’t stand the sight
For in that moment, I will see,
That despicable thing is really me.

Despicable Meby *roselynedwards

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Written by Roselyn Edwards
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~cskadoz Jan 28, 2013 General Artist

lightbulb!

though the title gives it away . . . way fun read!

*roselynedwards Jan 28, 2013 Student Writer

Shanks lol

~demonrobber Nov 27, 2012

That is quite disturbing. Self-image is all important. Some people dislike themselves so much they self-harm. You have a talent for the dramatic. Nicely done.