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Let Us Spend EternityLet us spend eternity, just dancing in the rain
Crystal drops of water falling sweetly on the pain
Every silent moment spent singing a melody
Seeing things, the little things, that only we can see
Maybe we could dance among the roses in the dark
Maybe we could start the race right at the finish mark
Baby, all I ask is that you know you mean it all
If you are to learn to fly, you must first learn to fall...

AnorexiaMeet a girl named No One, with a heart of shattered stone
Staring at the other girl, the one that's not alone
Girl with skin that glistens, with the eyes of crystal seas
Grin of shining diamonds and a laugh like a disease
Flashes just a glance and soon, she's every trouble's cure
She has everything… and No One's off to be like her.

Eating turns into a crime, she'd rather be away
Thrusting fingers down her throat to make herself okay
Watching as her very bones are seen behind her flesh
There she drowns in tears, for she has not yet seen success.

Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly fading

DarknessShhhhhhhhh, child
Quiet, child
Be still now.

Don't be afraid my dear,
Listen close, and tell me.
What do you hear?

In the darkness that surrounds,
There are no words,
There are no sounds.

Why are you afraid?

Is it the fact that you're unaware,
Of what is lurking beyond your stare,
Of what might be hiding, crawling, spying,
Underneath your glare?

Tell me child, what do you fear?

Maybe. Just maybe, could it be,
That there are things I do not see,
That laugh and prey and wait,
In the darkness, watching me?

Ha! How silly child, there are no such things.

But...
If there were such creatures here,
Creatures that we all should

Daddy Doesn't RememberHis eyes are empty
More complete than his heart.
A day in the life of a man falling apart.

Caught in a day when he was young
Fighting off the tears and sadness
Now trapped in a life of horror and madness

One day begins, as he looks in the mirror
Unable to make anything seem much clearer

In terror he grabs the gun kept near his bed
With a mess, just a mess, inside his head

Suddenly, a little girl looking up into his eyes
In terror, he shoots, and she lies by him to cry

He lies on the floor, lifeless and cold
When the little girl, about four years old
Holds his hand and smiles to say...
"It's okay Daddy. I loved you anyway."

Holding HandsA child interlocking fingers with
His mother...
As his father lies
In a casket
Of roses and sweet memories.

Children high five and
Hold hands to
Dance, and
Spin.

Hands, used to hold flowers and
To give a gift to those in need.
Used to
Brush the hair out of her face
Before the kiss.

As he asks for her hand in marriage
she smiles
And allows him to place a shining ring
On her finger.

Hands.
Used to hug one another
only leading
To falling
In love.

Fingers.
Used to tickle a piano
with a soothing melody
or to type a letter of sorrow
As we use our hands to
Slide the knife
Across our throat.

And with the future

Mannequin (Doctor Who)Sunsets paint the silver skies and whispers flood the land
Mannequins do come to life, a pistol in their hand
Midnight burns beneath them as the victims they erase
Innocent young girl with looks of panic on her face

Nobody can save you, or so everybody thought
They would be exterminated, bodies left to rot

Never would he let us die or let his people go
After all, a gardener would never hurt his Rose…

CancerFeel the pain aching through your bones
Your flesh, seemingly fading to dust
Your mind, burning
Your thoughts, racing.
Dying.
Breaking.

"It'll be okay."
No it won't.
"I know."

Fight the tears, your father can't see you cry.
After all
You're a fighter.
Right?

"You can do this."
No, I can't.
"Thank you."

Breathe.
Slower.
Slower.
No.
Faster.
Stop.

Shut up.

You
Can't
Win.

After all
You don't have cancer.

Cancer
Is who you are.

I am Me. Who are You?I am thirteen years old.
I am not typical.
I am not average.
I am me.

I have been in two mental facilities.
Both times for thoughts of suicide.
I am not emo.
I am not a freak.
I am me.

My mother attempted suicide about six months ago.
My sister attempted suicide when i was eight.
But, I am not a victim.
I am not tortured.
I am me.

My father had a heart attack just over a week ago.
He was hospitalized for nine days.
He recently returned to the hospital for kidney problems.
I suffer from Bipolar Disorder with Psychotic Features.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
But I am not a disorder.
I am not my difficulties.
I am not my troubles.

I'm Fine‎"Are you okay?"
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
"I'm fine."

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…

In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, other

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."

CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.

Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.

Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...

Bipolar DisorderShut up.
Shh.
Quiet.
Don’t. Say. A n y t h i n g .

“Are you okay?”
I’m dying.
“I’m fine.”

Scream.
Cry.
P an i c .

“What’s wrong?”
Everything.
“Nothing.”

Close the window.
Open it.
Close it.
Open it again.
No, stop.
Close it.
Good.

“What’s wrong with you?”
I’m losing control.
I’m empty.
I’m dying.
I am Bipolar Disorder.

… “I don’t know.”

The Real WritersThe Real Writers:

There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.

Posers...

What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.

For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monst

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The Story of a Homeless Young Girl

by ~MikkiMarie, Jan 10, 2013, 7:09:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

There she lies on dirty pillows
Scratching the bottoms of sidewalks
For food.

Some people wish for a house made of gold
Well, she just wishes for a home.
Some people wish for a lovely dinner
While she simply wishes for a meal.

But a smile lies
On her innocent face
For she does not yet know greed.
Selfishness.
Hatred.

Keep in mind the girl's young age
Her innocence toward anger and rage.
A girl with the eyes filled with silent pain
But nevertheless, a smile on her face.

One day a man came about
And offered her something to eat.
Two apples and a bread of wheat.

She took some bread crumbs and gave them to the birds
Without crying a tear or saying a word.
So she split what remained of the bread right in two
And gave him one of the fruit.
"Let's share it," she said, with a grin on her face
"For there's nobody else willing to."

The Story of a Homeless Young Girlby ~MikkiMarie

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

<3 I didn't know how to end it... hopefully this works.
love it?

hate it? Whatever, just comment!!! ^.^

Thanks!

~Anachronis Feb 22, 2013 Student General Artist

This is really beautiful!
I hate to point it out, but I think you meant "one" in the third to last line.
In any case, I love all of your poems. Keep writing!

~MikkiMarie Feb 22, 2013

oh my gosh, thank you for pointing that out! never would have seen it otherwise!
Thanks so much <3

~Anachronis Feb 23, 2013 Student General Artist

No problem! I tend to catch mistakes, which is funny, because I make a ton of them.

~Cerulean-Summer Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

aww...its so sweet.

~shironekochandesu Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It is so beautiful...and meaningful...love it

~MikkiMarie Jan 12, 2013

Thanks so much

~poetryfreak15 Jan 11, 2013

Sadly this doesn't tend to be the case.... but it is a sweet poem. Wonderful.

~MikkiMarie Jan 11, 2013

Yeah, well thank you

~poetryfreak15 Jan 12, 2013

You're welcome

*Strudel--Cutie4427 Jan 11, 2013 Writer

Why are there not more people like this girl... She reminds me of the bird lady (Mary Poppins)

I love it, it's so cute

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