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OvercastThey say the rain makes a miserable day-
But a shower or drizzle is the new paint
That coats the emerald, dewy grass,
and hangs upon the spider’s web
and stains the redwood trees in blood,
it entwines in a hazy, cascading collision
by the mountain’s walls and the valley’s roof,
and I could count thousands of things
more miserable
than that.

Dream your dream.you are strong enough to make it.
you do have worth and meaning.
don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
if they do, then they are the ones that need help.
do whatever it takes to help you break through.
breathe a breath of freedom and don't fear.
don't be afraid to be yourself.
be who you are, who you want to be.
dream your dream, in colour if it may be.
don't be afraid to show yourself.
along the way, you are the one who's thoughts matter.
smile, because you're beautiful and full of meaning.
i just wanted to let you know, you matter to me.
that's one person, that cares.
please remember it's always darkest just before the dawn.
stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong.
if you or anyone you love or know is at risk look into:
To Write Love On Her Arms
It Get's Better
LGBT
The Butterfly Project
and tons more.
*If you know of more organizations please let me know so I can add them.

Day 02 Your CrushDear crush,

Where do I even start? Maybe from the beginning? Haha, smart ol' me... I knew you, at first, by face value. You smiled everywhere you went, played that silly uke of your's, it was fun to watch you in the halls trying to guess what color your hair would be or who you'd be hanging with this time. I didn't like you then. I was afraid to talk to you because you seemed so popular and I was, am, not. I was afraid to be rejected, to not know what to say. Like I still don't. I don't know what to say to you until after we're done talking, if you talking to me and me smiling counts as a conversation at all, and by then I feel like I'd be a

This is how you Remind me

The old priestess stepped out of the stuffy room, into the lush garden that waited outside her door. She breathed deeply, smelling the fragrance from the flowers that were only a few feet away. She smiled, stepping onto the grass, leaving her shoes by the door so she could feel the earth beneath her feet, which she loved. Just one of the simple pleasures in life, she mused.

The early evening air danced around her as she stepped into the jungle, the peach trees that had begun to blossom, the rose bushes, twisting, unruly before their weekly trimming. The queen came here often, as she lov-

I crumpled the piece of paper I was holding, throwing

AbstractI am abstract...
Everything I see is different
Than what everyone else sees.

Some see a great leader.
I see an old man,
corrupt with power.

Some see an influential woman.
I see a girl,
cowering in lies.

What's normal to me
Is strange to others.
What's comfort to me
Is torture to others.

Who I love doesn't matter.
Who loves me doesn't matter.
Yet it does.

I am abstract,
forever binded
by my abnormalities.

for now and foreverlike little tiny dewdrops
we will sparkle like stars
we softly lie on the grass
to disappear slowly on the day
and only to be a memory
and yet we keep coming back

without words about tomorrow
just because today is today
it will never be the same
what we do now
is for now and forever

we live for the moment
cost him fully
it could be the last
like stones attracts circles in the water
we are moving the world
we bring the dream into reality

without words about tomorrow
just because today is today
it will never be the same
what we do now
is for now and forever

feel like the hair blowing in the wind
it can be only once
witho

What have i done..It takes a lot to change my mind
A lot to break this spell

I thought I've always been tough
Never to be broken,
Never be hurt

It takes seconds.
1, 2, 3.
All it takes
To drastically change a life

Someone could get hurt
Someone could die
Someone could never walk again
Someone may never speak again

I didn't die
I could walk
And I could speak

With my life, shall I never take it granted
To my friends, who I have ever hurt

I'm deeply sorry
I will do anything in my power
To never do that again

This isn't a poem..i don't know what this is.
My head is nothing but jumbles of thoughts
This thing is all over the place.

I...i wen

You Are My Straightjacket:PoemWhy so cold
Why do I have to be so bold
Why have to be so uncontrolled?
Why so Impaired? So Scared?
You restrain me
No more pain for me
I know I hate me
But I feel better with you..
I promise, I do!
I know I am crazy, but I don't mean to dis me!
I am sorry!
I am sorry...
Forgive me...
I plead to thee...
I will even get on my hands and knee...
Treat you like a king...
Hell, maybe I will even sing!
I just want you to know...
I love you... it only seems to grow...
I am a puppet...
You have my strings...
I am scared for you to see this! Read this!
But.... my mind it just sings...
Repeats...
I can't hide from it, no

Not Another EmoWe hide in the shadows
of the shadowed in the spotlight.
Out pain forgotten,
our bleeding hearts slowly dying.

Our existence besmirched
by the painted laughing faces
of the ones
who use our sorrow as a mask.

"Look at me,
I'm emo and depressed!"
shout the pretenders
as they play with their safety scissors.

While lurking in desperate shame
a smiling face
cries on the inside
as she thinks of the gleam of silver
waiting under her pillow.

"My heart and soul left me,
I can't go on!"
mock the clowns,
aiming orange tipped toys at their hearts.

Yet the silent, comforting friend
fools you with his optimism,
so you don't know
abo

WordsSavory, sweet honey
dancing forever upon the tongue;
weaving beauty and majesty
in introquet patterns that fashion
life.

Poison, stinging and burning;
a blade that rips apart
even the hardest stone
as if it were mere cloth.

Breathing life, calling demise;
the most powerful weapon
in the world.
They are our savior and our undoing.

Words

LoveWhat is that
which we call love?
Is it the elation of the first sight?
A beauty so exquisite and refined.

Is it the shudder of sensation,
overflowing,
overbearing,
and ever present until the very end?

Is it the sacrifice, always in vain?
The things given away,
sometimes returned,
more often scattered like ash in the wind.

Or is it the tenderness?
The severe burning joy
that scalds the heart
and is sought by all ages.

So what be it?
Elation or tenderness?
Sensation or sacrifice?
It is all and so much more.

Can we even begin to describe it?
To compare a delicate rose
to the roughness of its thorns?

I think it impossible

The untitledThat breathtaking moment when you realize that you want to change for the better-- not just for yourself, but for someone you care about. Not because they asked, and not because you need to. Not because you're worried that they'll leave if you don't. You realize you want to change simply because you want them to be proud of you. Simply because… you love them. It's a wonderful feeling. It makes your chest feel light and your shoulders a little less heavy. After all of the pain that you endure during the hardship of puberty, to find something that makes you happy is a gift. This isn't another emo teen poem. This is a gift. A gift from me

Life?Do you need to be happy to live?
Do you need to be happy to have a 'life'?
I don't believe so.
All you need is a reason to live, to breath.
For some, thats a home, a house, even if it's not really a 'home' but a place of hurt.
For some, thats a kind word on the street, as they walk towrads their box they call their own.
For some, thats the child they watch, because of another abuse.
For some animals, thats food.

I don't need to be happy to live. I could live my life, sad, angry, or neutral every single day.
The fact that I have people who care enough to make me smile, laugh, or be happy, is what makes me life, mine. Not A life. But M

Iridescent Rickety wooden carts bounced over the rounded uneven stones and the smell of cooking meat filled the air. The road was closely lined with tall brick walls up to the colorless sky. The weather was bleak, almost nonexistent. This did not stop the merchants. Their stands were pressed against the stone walls, selling every item that could be found on this planet. Tables held intricately blown glass bottles, luxurious cloth softer than the most gentle breeze and even little creatures that tugged at their leashes, attempting to chase after small younglings. The youngest of the shoppers looked upon the temporary trade place with unparalleled w

New Beginnings: PrologueA black she cat paced out side the den. Finally giving in she crawled inside to watch the medicine cat. The female was working quickly on the she cat. It didn't look
good and her mate was on border patrol and no where to be found. Suddenly there was a loud yowl and cats racing in. The black she cat dashed out the hole and
watched as the male raced in. Cats sat solemly. No one wanted to intrude. They all prayed to Starclan that the she and her kits would live. The she cat stepped infront
of him. "Weepingwillow. You must be quiet. There is much focus." She whispered and slowly crawled back into the hole. The she cat was dying... She praye

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by =SpunkyFreakster, Nov 20, 2011, 1:02:15 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

As the single feather falls.... She can not fly
She tries to run away... tries to hide
She runs from all these monsters
They are not here
All she encounters...
Is her fear.
She rivers as she crawls...
Like a paper doll she melts in her own tears
Like a broken angel she falls as her wings are torn.
She has these thoughts that linger...
Sometimes she wishes... she were never born
She lives... regrets... remembers... and threats
Eventually Sometimes she forgets. . .
Damned them
She threats her soul
Be gone!
For now she does not feel whole

.:Why. . .:.by =SpunkyFreakster

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

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~Ashes-and-Snowflakes Nov 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Know how that feels... if this is about you, which I'm guessing it is, feel better. There's always someone around that loves you. Always.

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~leon52827 Nov 26, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

i love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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~Nariko386 Dec 31, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I love this XD

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=SpunkyFreakster Jan 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you

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~Psychokiller425 Dec 3, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

this is beautiful ♥
love it... i feel like i can relate to this

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~once-upon-a-winter Nov 27, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

<3

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=SpunkyFreakster Nov 27, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

<3

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*Hopper9 Nov 20, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Nice poem.

But one thing. "She rivers as she crawls..." What do you mean by this?

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