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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

Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?
So much to be sad about, so much that could be
Going wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.
Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?

Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?
So much could be going great, going oh so well
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever see?
Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.

Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?
Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...

So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skies
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm

I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot

I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…

One dose of glitterOne 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.

Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universe
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.

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.

Me.Anorexic.
Obese.
Funny.
Stupid.
Idiotic.
Retarded.
Lame.
Emo.
Scene.
Slut.
Disgusting.
Attention seeker.
Obsessive.
Label.
Stereotype.
...
Me.

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.

CutsShe wants to cut the world away...
So she cuts her arm instead.

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...

Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.

The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?

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?

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?

Are You?I'm sorry,
that I'm not
beautiful.
I'm not a supermodel.
Are you?

I'm sorry,
that I'm not
funny.
I'm not a comedian.
Are you?

I'm sorry,
that I'm not
mature.
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
talented.
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
good enough
or,
loving enough...
or,
smart enough.

I'm not perfect.

Are you?

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RIP Unborn Baby

by ~MikkiMarie, Mar 7, 2013, 7:58:49 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Tiny little body
Quiet little heartbeats.
See this little pea? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.

Little fingers start to grow
out of tiny little hands.
See this little peanut? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.

Your tiny legs start to grow
out of your sweet little body.
See this little pencil tip? That's how big your footprints are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.

But, surprise!
"I'm pregnant."

Suddenly, tragedy.
Weak little heartbeat.
Weak little baby.
See these smiles on our faces? That's how loved you are right now.
But you don't know that yet.

Gone little heartbeat.
Gone little baby.
See us walking into the doctor's office? That's how excited we are right now.
But you don't know that yet.

And, surprise.
"I'm so sorry for your loss."

Sad Mommy.
Lost baby.
See these tears on our faces? That's how much we love you right now.
But you don't know that yet.

Miscarriage.
Tiny baby.
Lost baby.
A baby that had Daddy's eyes and Mommy's smile.
A baby that only wanted to say
I
Love
You.
A baby that gave the best little hugs.
The sweetest little smiles.
The greatest little giggles.
But, surprise.

Mommy doesn't know that yet.

RIP Unborn Babyby ~MikkiMarie

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Yes, my mother went in for an ultrasound today. Sadly they found no heartbeat, and she is expected to have a miscarriage... the day after tomorrow.
Comments? Critiques? I appreciate all. <3

Critique by ~alexyorim Mar 8, 2013, 7:27:36 PM

The poem is so heartbreakingly magnificent. The asymmetric expressions of every sad heartbeat, every despair and every tear goes with every every line, every stanza and every word. The expressions of unexpected surprises mixed with unfulfilled hope and grief of an unborn baby, who can never see the world for the first time, and cut short before going out of a mother's womb, and never feeling love after birth, whether it's abortion, miscarriage or disasters, touched me and possibly everyone else's. A great poem like that deserves to be shared and spoken in the memory of all unborn children all over the world.

Keep writing and move on.

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Critique by ~That-one-chick09 Mar 8, 2013, 7:03:10 PM

Firstly, I must admit that I completely sympathize with this; a few years ago, a dear friend of mine had a miscarriage on what was supposed to be the day of her baby shower. This poem illustrates the stunning grief of a lost baby in the most gorgeously heartbreaking way.
But emotional prejudice aside, the use of perspective here is smart and seamless, in a way that makes it play out almost like some horrific fairy tale or bedtime story. But the real impact comes from the way the words are written, rather than the words themselves, which I find quite ingenious, especially the phrase, "I love you". It's beautifully agonizing!
Best regards to you and your family. I feel inclined to offer you my simple heartfelt advice; stay close to each other, and know that brighter days will come again, in spite of the grief you feel now.

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~xXCarolineFirelilyXx May 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

My mother had two miscarriages so this touch me in a special way. Beautifully written.

~MikkiMarie May 10, 2013

I'm so sorry

~xXCarolineFirelilyXx May 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Its okay. It affected her more than me and my sister (we were under 10). My brother was born right after that. I guess that's the silver lining in that situation.