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InsaneMy mind twists and spins and turns

My mangled skull starts to burn

I grab my head, and hold it tight

It gets dark, I see no light

I let go, my mind falls

Then it climbs, up the walls

I don't chase, I sit and grin

The pain now grows deep within

I start to scream, I start to shout

Then I start to crawl about

I turn my head, my eyes roll

My heart feels as black as coal

The cops are called, They lock me away

In a padded room, is where I stay

I know what's wrong, i've gone insane

That explains all this pain

AddictionIt is not an addiction.
I can stop anytime I wish.
I just need it in order to get though a tough day.
I need it to make my pain go away
And to feel the numbness I wish I had.
I did not crave for it, like a smoker craves for a cigarette
Like an expecting mother craves for pickles and ice cream
Or like a young child craves for its parents attention.
I do not crave or need it, it's my free will to take them.
I can control myself.
I remember the pain that I have felt
And the numbness shall take the pain away.
I pour myself a glass
Of vodka
And go to the cabinet with quiet steps
Wishing not to wake up my sleeping family.
I know they have been noti

The Cookie Cutter PeopleI was born and raised being silenced
And cast aside
Living life like other meaningless misfits
And daring to be my own self

And when the world whispers to me
It’s telling me I’m wrong
And that everything I’ve ever done
Should’ve been for just myself

So I guess I’m wrong
And I’m the bad guy
Living in a world full of good people
How stupid do you think I am?
I can see through your fake smiles
And I see you do bad things all the time

They force me to fit into a mold too small
If I’m not perfectly like them I’m a prototype
For something that will scare them all
Because I’d be something new

At The EndIn hazy daydreams,
Rambling thoughts,
I would wonder
I would ponder
As I wander
Through these visions.
And I would see.

Would there be a you
Or me, or we,
Or would there be,
In simplicity,
Nothingness.
At the end.

For at the end,
Of thought, or time,
Could there be,
Blankness sublime,
No need to define,
What is left behind
At the close.

Yet nothingness,
Is somethingness,
And somethingness,
Is nothing.
When everything,
Is infinity, quite,
Which in itself,
Cancels itself,
To be nothing.

Picture white.
A shade, a colour,
A type of artist's paint.
If nothingness,
Is simply white,
Or black, it might,
Then nothing

The GirlShe stared at me from the dark
Frightfully dead eyes devoid of life
On a dreamship I tried to embark
Who would have known she wished to strife?

For the chance to be alive she said
That we battled it out till morn
A trade, she to be alive and I to be dead
But this deal, I mocked it with scorn

I fought with fluid accuracy
And she with jerky desperation
A pathetic thing, she did not wound me
While to hell I gave her quick transportation

I flopped back onto my bed
And sighed with casual relief
A pounding, pouding in my head
I gasped with utter disbelief

Demonic, satanic, a damned soul
For she possessed my mind and body
A trade i

Only HumanWho let these monsters in the world?
Allowed them to roam free?
Who let them set fire to nature,
Watch burning trees?

They came,
They made mistakes,
And yet they have not left,
Now what on earth are we to do?

I say they,
Yet i suppose in a way,
I am one of them too..
So very sad to say...

They trip,
They fall,
Their clumsy,
They make so many mistakes.

But in the end,
It's only fair to say,
That we can not expect any more,
Because they are,

Only Human.

I wear a maskI wear a mask
It hides my face
It hides the truth
It hides my fears
It covers my emotions

I wear a mask of strength
A tough exterior
A tough shell
A fake skin
A method to hide
While beneath it all
I'm weak
I cry
I hurt
I die

I wear a mask of bravery
I smile
I laugh
I joke
I play it off
But it's all an act
I am scared
I scream in horror
I hide
I cry
I withdrawal

I wear a mask
I am together
I am joyful
I am whole
But the cracks have formed
I am breaking
I am falling
I am broken
I have shattered

I wear a mask
I wear a mask of strength
I wear a mask of bravery
But I am weak
I am afraid
I am alone
I am

This Is How We Get ByWhy do we hurt ourselves so much?
I destroy myself with thoughts, you mark yourself with cuts.
And there are so many reasons,
But no one seems to listen.
So we laugh,
We cry,
And we count the reasons why.
We all have our own way of getting by.

Sometimes life is such a struggle,
We rarely get left alone, but we're still such lonely people.
And we're addicted to our own sadness;
Pain is the new happiness.
So we get drunk,
We get stoned,
And we build ourselves new homes.
We all have our own way of feeling grown.

No matter how hard you push me away,
I'll keep holding on tighter, and I hope you do the same.
'Cause I know life can

Tell Me Your SecretTell Me Your Secret

I bubble with excitement,
As you whisper in my ear.
Your voice tickling me,
But I still listen.
There are people staring our way,
Don't give them a second thought.
Tell me what you need,
I'll keep it locked away.
No one will ever know,
So keep quietly talking.
When you're done,
You smile,
Knowing it's all off your chest.
I grin widely,
Saying, "I'll never tell,
Cross my heart and hope to die."
Your dirty little secret is safe inside.

Am I Really Okay?They all want to know
If I am okay
Do they really want to know
Should I really say?

Should I tell them the truth?
That I'm not okay
That I cry every night
And hate every day

That I just see no light
That it's me I despise
That I'm a very sick person
Behind my disguise

Or should I tell them
That I don't ever cry
That I do see hope
That it's not a lie

They don't need
To be concerned
About me at all
And why my heart burns

daolife is short,
but I have lived long

the seconds saturate
soaked in experiences

we find ourselves bleeding from the ears,

steam and memories, like leaky oil machines,

what inefficient automatons we are
but perfect in our flaws
executed, with humanity

we are partial to our nerves,
twisted,
and labyrinthian

we are overly complicated,
too intricate,
frail

prone to bruising

we are not our personal gods
but we are servantile,

the serpentine flow of dao,

we bend
we break,

we go limp, free to float as far as we were meant to...

we see the sun.
we feel the rain on our skin.
our streaking tears,
our proudest moments,

wrapped

Riders of Destiny - Chapter 1 NOT in FINAL Version

Riders Of Destiny
By Crystal Marine

Chapter 1 A Stray Child

The brutal landscape was an endless sea of sand that would have blended into the crimson sky if it were not for the tall spires that cut the sky away from the earth with a sharp zigzag of black jagged rocks. The tall shadows from the spires slinked across the sands like giant demon claws gripping the land.
A deafening silence was only broke by the whispering hot winds softly blowing grains of sand across the dunes. The desolate land was barren of all life as the ruby sun slowly lifted across the sky pulling the mountains' claw like shadows closer to their b

Heartless?Heartless?
Just ‘cause I don’t have much empathy
doesn't mean I ain't got a heart.
I wish you’d understand that
discover that,
think about that, anything really.
I don’t care how you come across it
I just wish you’d stop ignoring it,
notice that I too just like you have a heart.
It can be crushed into nothing
just like you say yours can.
It can be broken and almost
impossible to repair
just like yours can.
It can make me feel like nothing,
make me feel so many horrible things
that I feel nothing at all.
Just like yours can.
It takes a lot to do this.
For me anyways, I don’t know about your
constant content heart.
For me it takes a lot of the same thing.
You somehow discovered this simple yet very
meaningful thing that can rip my heart into shreds,
over and over again.
I resent you for this but at the same time
I congratulate you.
You have discovered my one weakness,
a

Animal    This side of me is sweet as fire
    My heart can beat yours out of tune
    My body aches with raw desire
    I live and die by what I do

    Not everyone is meant for death
    The world chokes upon its greed
    I'm baiting you with every breath
    I am the animal you see

(So what if I'm a raving monster?
So what if all you say is true?
This face you know is so much darker
I have the right to frighten you

So what if I insist on changing?
Since when are an

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by *SonikaCain, Jan 9, 2013, 11:35:21 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

He never smiles,
He never blinks,
He never eats,
He never drinks.

In the game,
He's bound to lose,
It's not his choice,
He cannot choose.

He cannot leave,
He cannot quit,
He can only wait,
Until he's hit.

He can only wait.
For when he falls to the floor,
His cries we'll hear,
Nevermore.

Neverby *SonikaCain

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I just had this idea and wanted to write it down.

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~cryesullen Feb 1, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

barney is a dinosaur from our imagination..just like the ghosts on which we release our frustration

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*Gamzee777honk Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

that was deep

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*SonikaCain Jan 14, 2013

Das reel deep, brah.

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*Taci-Mortis Jan 9, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

You captured the real horror that is sleeping over at barneys the dinosaurs house

pretty cool

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*SonikaCain Jan 10, 2013

No, anything but barney! D:

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*Taci-Mortis Jan 10, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Nearly as bad as the Slendytubbys.

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*SonikaCain Jan 10, 2013

D:
I knew they were real! They told me I was mad, but I was right all along!

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~princessbutterfly53 Jan 9, 2013

<3

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*SonikaCain Jan 9, 2013

Uh, thanks. x0)

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