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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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The lace on your dress,
The copper key on a cord around your neck,
The journal you kept so close to your heart.

And on that brisk autumn night when you said "I do,"
He became Vintage too
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Even the red roses succumbed to the dullness.

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A sparkle in the night sky,
A stroke in a spectrum of light.

We were the new dreamers,
The first of our generation,
The progressive and the thinkers.

We waited every night
Praying that the summer would come
So we could leave behind the icy ties.

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Evenings where we could still see our breath
Exhaling slowly into the stoic silence.

We were waiting for the chain to break,
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We were hoping for the summer,
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BloomToday, I am a rose
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Pink like the sunset
Cherry-lipped and auburn.

An aura in the afternoon sun,
A bloom in the heat
Thirsting for something more
Bowing to the noble wind.

A glossy flourish of scarlet
Painting across a pale canvas
The contrast of moonlight
Sleeping in the snow.

I Am the InkI am the ink,
The blackness on your paper,
The stain on the rug,
The words you never speak.

I am the ink,
The promises you keep,
The writing in the margins,
The thumbprint on the coffee mug.

I am the ink,
The canvas paintings on the wall,
The hollows of an ivory carving,
The letters never sent.

I am the ink,
The pen you position in your hand,
The chain around your neck,
The shadows at midnight.

I am the ink,
The black flowered sketch,
The Asian painting,
The footprints in the sand.

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Not Your Tomorrow

by =MummyWriter, Nov 12, 2012, 6:41:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I am not your tomorrow,
Not your crashing ocean waves,
Not your ruby sunset or sapphire swells.

I am not your envy,
Not your cold reflection,
Not your jagged knife or darkened shroud.

I am not your music,
Not your sifted melody,
Not your ivory keys or silver harp strings.

I am not your south,
Not your north,
Not your aging map or glass compass.

I am not your wings,
Not your escape,
Not your trickling hourglass or locked journal.

Not Your Tomorrowby =MummyWriter

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 =MummyWriter

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~ConvictionbyLarm Nov 13, 2012 Student General Artist

Oh lovley dear, what kind of poetry goes up and down my head, my fingers, my feelings like wings out of my shoulders and tears roll down the feathers, because your rimes are so softly , so true, this poem is so real and the meaning so valuable, I which I could tell it to those, who want me to be somebody else…

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=MummyWriter Jan 19, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I'm so, terribly sorry for such a late reply but thank you dearly! And what a lovely poetic comment!

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~silvertitan93 Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow! This is brilliant!

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=MummyWriter Jan 19, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Terribly sorry for such a late response but thank you so much!

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~silvertitan93 Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Haha it's fine! Glad to see you back!

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!ConnorwithtwoNs Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Literally mouthed "wow!" at the end of every stanza! This is exemplary.

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=MummyWriter Jan 19, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

So sorry for being so late with this reply but thank you!

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~AvisTheArtistGeek Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Good lord, Abigail!

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=MummyWriter Jan 19, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Heyyyy guess what this comment is really late because I'm a dork and haven't been active on here for almost 10 weeks.

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~Sjemenka Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

this is SO good.

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