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i'm not an artistwe do not belong in boxes
and bags and books or
words,
and we do not sit contently
in wordsworth and shakespeare
and blake, burns, and brownings
or in the cold stiff bones
of raleigh's of long ago;

no--

we infect,
detect, and re-select
a virus--a disease,
a germ in every verse and line;
the first signs of
foolish waitings under
bridges and scolding parents
and melodrama
and nothing to signify at all

yet--

we are the blood of nations
and the heart of men
and the love of every
rhetorist and sentimist
to come;
we dance through the ballrooms of
the age and chat with
higher minds
we shake hands with heros
and the homeless, dirty
type

You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.

If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.

If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.

If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.

If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.

If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.

If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.

No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you were
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced

Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead

Dear destructive ten

We're Not Crazy"We're Not Crazy"

Sometimes I used to think I was crazy
But I could never really tell
For was it wrong to have suicidal tendencies
Even when everything was going well?

Was it crazy to cry alone in the dark
Believing things would never change?
Believing darkness consumed my heart
And my life would be the same?

Was it crazy to stay up all night drinking coffee
Just so I could sleep all day
Just so I wouldn't face the people
Who used me and threw me away?

Crazy people don't know they're crazy
Or at least they aren't meant to know
I can only speculate if this is true or not
But that's how the cliche goes

But then I started thinking
Maybe it'

when writers cryAwake on strong, black coffee drinks
Words on paper, liquid ink
Dreams of pen tips, future lies
Tragic stories, quotes of the wise
Nights have carved their dark, deep valleys
In the hollows of my eyes

For you see, my friend, when writers cry
There are no tears, their cheeks are dry
But ink dipped fingers, worn out wrists
Chewed up nails and bloody fists

You see, it's strange when writers cry
Their hearts are true, their words don’t lie
They mourn in silence for a few days
Of paper cuts and tear-less haze

Of coffee mugs and smoky paper
Liquid spills, and water vapor
Sorry dreams and wasted hours
Putrid smells and dying flowers

(Torn

We Regret To Inform YouDear Claire,
We regret to inform you that as of 10:48, Thursday, 21 of March, your grandmother has passed away.

Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that your application to University of Georgia School of Veterinary Science and Medicine has been rejected.

Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that everything you've ever loved has slipped through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it.

Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that you are nothing and will never be anything more than a pathetic piece of dust that clings to those who are better than you.

Dear Claire,
We do

Need A Hug?"Need A Hug?"

The wind chimes are ringing from a delicate blow
The city in lights is completely covered in snow
The waters are freezing down by the bay
But all of these sights to me appear grey

A rainbow appeared minutes after rain
A patient with a doctor was cured of his pain
Families on-board are being served on a train
But this food just doesn't taste the same

A butterfly has landed on a delicate branch
The cattle are roaming outside on a ranch
Hummingbirds are chirping high in a tree
Oh, how I wish you were here with me

A festival is held in a city's huge halls
A boy is waiting for an intimate call
A bass is pumping music through the

Hunchback"Hunchback"

So much that I've done wrong
Always believing it's bad to be me
That I'll never amount to anything
Despite what I've already achieved

So much I can't control
No matter what cards I'm dealt
If I'm a product of my environment
Then why do I blame myself?

So much negativity
Was throw in my direction
It's no wonder I frown
On my unworthy reflection

So what if I've made mistakes?
That only shows I'm imperfect
Show me one human who's divine
And I'll shake his hand with respect

Still when darkness falls
And I sit here in the cold
i know I could do so much better
I know I can be so much more

One day, I'll show them
Everyone who laugh

Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.
A fat, ugly person.

Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.

Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.

Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.

Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?

Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.

Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?

Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.
The truth is that I want to die.

"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"

"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse

"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.

"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.

"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.

All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?

Socially awkwardDo you know what it feels like?
To feel so socially awkward
around people that you feel
uncomfortable in your own skin,
knowing that you don't fit in.
And, you walk away...
thinking that being alone
will be better for you -
but you're wrong.
You just feel even more alone;
even more rejected from society;
perhaps even sad, in some way.

What do you do while waiting for someone?
As you wait, and wait, and wait for them -
hoping they'll come soon
lest you seem like a loner
walking aimlessly around,
causing people to pity you.
And your face gets hot,
you start to sweat because
they know -
they know of how alone you are
and they feel sorry for

Rain, Rain Go Away"Rain, Rain Go Away"

The sun set as she walked away that day
And it rained and rained for days to come
He became used to gazing at skies of grey
But man oh man he sure did miss that sun

Day by day his light began to fade
As he thought "Dear God, what have I done?"
His own tears would mix with the rain
Because God Almighty he missed that sun

Meanwhile water continued to shower
Throughout this lonesome phase
Even droopy were those flowers
From the bouquet he made last May

He tried to cover his wounds
By changing on random nights
But the answer he already knew
No intensity would ever match that light

Everywhere he went, clouds followed alon

The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was gone
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare

A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line

But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts

And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’

I'm Fine"Are you okay?"
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."

When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
Tower.
I didn't want to be fought by a
Wicked Witch.
I didn't want
This.

When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
Die.
I didn't want to wear the gown
Temporarily.
I wanted it
Forever.

See,
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
Happily
Ever
After.
But i never expected it to end like this.

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I don't care if they are joking. Being called a loser still hurts.

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=wdnest Apr 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

[link] Featured here.

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*OnlyOliveOil Apr 27, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Thank you so much for the feature! I appreciate it so much!

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~Maxi6 Apr 16, 2013

Excellent work. You hit the nail on the head.

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*OnlyOliveOil Apr 16, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Thank you.

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~Sparky-Sumi Apr 16, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This is such a beautiful poem~

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*OnlyOliveOil Apr 16, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Thank you!

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~itsXfrigginXdulcie Apr 15, 2013 New member Hobbyist Traditional Artist

beautiful. :')

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*OnlyOliveOil Apr 16, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Thanks

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~itsXfrigginXdulcie Apr 16, 2013 New member Hobbyist Traditional Artist

ur welcome

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~Alice-TheNightingale Apr 15, 2013

This is why I proclaim myself a Loser, proudly. Losers are awesome.

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