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AsylumWho are you?
Where are you?
What... are you?

The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Trapping you
Drowning you.

Who are you?

Certainly not
yourself.
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.

Where are you?
Certainly not
home.
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.

What are you?
Certainly not
wanted.
Obviously not
needed.

Blood, scars, wounds.
Pain.
Torture.

All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
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
Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to hold
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.

I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.

And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
I Love You, DaddyDaddy, please don't touch me.
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Naughty.

Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Bad.

Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Mad.

Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Sad.

Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Angry.

Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Alive.

Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you
Bipolar DisorderI am a victim of a shadow named fourteen
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
Fourteen human figures without a face… they attack my soul
And everybody’s staring at me without an honest reason.

I am a victim of the people of the world
Who only want to hurt me, and my innocent family
Terrified of the ones around me, even those I love
When a nightmare becomes my reality.

I can’t take a shower without peeking outside the curtain
And I can’t close my eyes when I wash my hair
Because I’m horrified, afraid that when I open them
I’ll see somebody with a bloody face angrily standing ther
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a god
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous sky
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.

But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.

Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.

I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.

I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.

She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.

She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see a
Mommy, He's LyingMommy, he said it, he said it was true.
Mommy, he said it, he said "I love you."
Mommy, he said it, he said it was real
Mommy, please know how to think, how i feel
Mommy, this love is the truth, it's the way
Mommy, he said it, he said it today.

Mommy, he's lying, he's lying to me
Mommy, he's telling a lie, can't you see?
Mommy, he never did mean what he said
Mommy, his voice is pounding in my head.

Mommy, he's lying, his love isn't pure
Love's a disease and he's finding the cure.
Mommy, he's lying, what else can I say...
Mommy, he hit me, he killed me today.

Mommy, he lied to me, why did he lie?
Mommy, he lied through his tears, through hi
LabelsAttention seeker?
Maybe fighting for acception.
Emo?
Rather, suffering rejection...
Ugly?
Maybe breaking for direction...
Anorexic?
Perhaps dying for correction...
Fake?
Maybe hurting for affection..

So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruises
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.

I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.

I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.

I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.

Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and&helli
Front page...Liquid chains cling to my ankles
Feathers of a bird tickle my nose.
Haunted by the voices in this cold dark cell
Longing for the scent of a light pink rose.

Ocean waves beat upon a sandy shore
A sea of hatred and rage.
Dragonflies swim through air so light

...
But this stuff never gets to the front page.
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.
Let's Play a Game Let's play a game.

I don't like the game we play
But he says we have to.
After all, I am
Daddy's little girl.

Don't move...

I can't.
I'm too sad to move.
I don't like this game.
But I am
Daddy's little girl.

There. Wasn't that nice?

No, Daddy.
I don't like our games...
But I guess I have to
Because I'm
Daddy's little girl.

We can play again later.

I don't want to play later!
I don't. Like. Our. Games.
But I have to play them.
Because I'm
Daddy's little girl.

It's fun. Isn't it?

No daddy...
I don't want to be
Daddy's
Little
Girl.

I'm sick of being
Daddy's little girl
In Daddy's world
With Daddy's games.

Let me grab this knif
What Happened?I used to think make up
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.

I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.

I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.

I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.

What happened to being
Happy?
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wrist
Once
Twice
Again and again.

Maybe I’m an emotional freak.

I cause fights and arguments
Over
And over
Again.

Maybe I’m a troublemaker.

I use make up to make myself seem
Better
And…
Prettier.

Maybe I’m girly.

I complain about things
Even when sometimes
They’re not
That
Bad.

Maybe I’m an attention seeker.

I fall under so many
Stereotypes.

So maybe I am a label.

Or maybe
I’m just me.
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One dose of glitter

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One dose of glitter can light up the world
One little thought can bring back little girls
Fairies and dragons and strong, worthy knights
One dose of glitter can shine through the night

Hush, little girl, for the stars in the sky
Shining so sweetly like your stunning eyes

Don't let the nightmares define what you'll be
Notice the beauty within every dream

Hush, little girl, there is no need to fight…
One dose of glitter to light up the night.

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Critique by ~Zmb216 Feb 25, 2013, 3:24:21 PM
I guess I'll start with the good? I really enjoyed the upbeat air this poem had. You not only attempted to write a happy poem, you succeeded in writing a spirit lifting piece. I genuinely smiled when I finished reading this.
Your lines flowed well, and the slightly faster pace of the first stanza set up a fairy-tale like quality that melded remarkably well into a lullaby at the end.

Now what I think could be improved... In the final two lines of the first stanza, where you use night and knight, I feel as though it clashes heavily with the rest of the piece. You went smoothly from line one to line two, but lines three and four are rough on the senses. Although I could read that the words were separate they disrupted the flow of the entire stanza. I'd personally have tried something like 'One dose of glitter can shine on your life' or 'One dose of glitter can shine through the light', but that's just me.

All in all it was a very well written and fulfilling piece and I enjoyed it quite a bit.
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~letheH May 19, 2013
I also think there was something wrong With line 3 and 4. maybe you could just leave out one of these sentences, or maybe switch one of them out With something else.. I don't think that those sentences really have to rhyme, since there is not that much rhyme in the rest of the poem. If you were to leave out one of the sentences though, I think it must have been the fourth... because otherwise every sentence in the first verse would have started With the same Word (one), and this might be little bit different from the rest of the poem..

But if you want the two last sentences to rhyme, maybe it could look something like this? : S I mainly just swiched out the Words "one" and "glitter". since, if the rest of the poem doesn't have that much repeating of Words, i don't think there should be that much of it in the first verse eather.

One dose of glitter can light up the world
One little thought can bring back little girls
Fairies and dragons and Knights
Just a small little dose can shine through the night

I hope this wasn't to much critique, because it was a nice poem, and I agree in most of the things that Zmb216 mentioned :).

poetry is after my opinion, about expressiong yourself, taking chances, twisting and turning the rules and in the end create something that no one else can. So I don't really think there are any "RULES" that have to be followed, you just kind of have to find Your own way. And my POINT is.... :P I think, that.. don't always take other Peoples criticism too seriously. "rules" can be bended and twisted and wathever so... : p
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~ERaven77 Mar 13, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You keep doing it. Yeah that makes more sense..
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~ERaven77 Mar 13, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Wow you keep doing. Do you spend all your time at it??
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~SilverScreams999 Mar 9, 2013
i like how you said it was an attempt
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~rocky-loves-emily Feb 26, 2013
I love this, I feel so optimistic about life now.
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~MikkiMarie Feb 26, 2013
awww i'm glad! <3
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~JoanGitano Feb 25, 2013  Professional Artisan Crafter
memorizing ....
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!TemplaDrawer Feb 25, 2013  Student Writer
Beautiful poem! I really like how you wrote this! :heart:
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~MikkiMarie Feb 25, 2013
oh thank you dear! :)
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!TemplaDrawer Feb 25, 2013  Student Writer
You're very welcome sweetie! :hug:
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