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RelapseIt’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when

‘just one more’

made you feel better.

- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s

falling.

UneditedWe cry.
We scream.
We fight for our dream.

We scream.
We cry.
We're just waiting to die.

The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.

The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.

So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?

Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?

Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.

Wouldn't surprise.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"

Battle in my MindEat.
Don't eat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
You're perfect.
You're worthless.
You're beautiful.
You're disgusting.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
Show me.
No!
I love you..

WorthlessWorthless,
the name that cuts like a knife,
Me,
it's all that you see inside,
My heart,
is breaking with every breath I take
The lies,
the only thing I can't seem to face.

In The Daylight

In The Daylight

A false downfall
An unexpected revival

Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness

Life...redefined
Death...redesigned

In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
-
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest

I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic

I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid

A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete

Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrat

Ode to the boy with diamonds for eyesI think we were a collision course waiting to happen
And when I think back to the day when we first
Stumbled across one another, red sneakers hanging off gutters
Cherry cola voice overs and dilated pupils
We led one another on to believe in the night sky of connect the dot constellations

You wanted to dissect me and peer into the insides of my lungs
Only to find witches breath and dandelions
Slicing iron vowels you locked your hands in mine
And we fell into the static of dreaming disease
The operating table broke away to reveal a sky that never existed
And we couldn't help but laugh at the irony
Because wishing was never an option
The ane

wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,
swollen around the words she never said;
dark rings around her eyes
like planets unremembered, and
a staleness to her touch,
the crystalline Dead Sea.

she's living like a story
that's already been told
"if no one loved you
would you mean anything at all?"

in that moment,
we forget to exist.

Our MasksThe masks we wear are perfect
Never loose and rarely tight
They keep us safe from others
And keep our demons out of sight

They smile when we are broken
And laugh when we simply must
No blemish or imperfection
A creation that will never rust.

I seldom ever remember
Who I am without my mask
That to peel off that layer
Is such a daunting task

All others carry one as well
Wherever they may go
And no matter what is on their minds
Only the molded mask will show.

The lies they preach in public
Or the scars along their wrists
Are left mute to others knowledge
Ignorance is such a splendid gift

My mask is oh so perfect
Not a crack will show
Alway

We are the King and Queen of Broken DreamsStanding still in a mine field, staring at all we have left.
We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.
Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.
If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do.

It was a whirl wind romance,
A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.
You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.
I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to.

We built a house without foundations
And now we’re falling down,
Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.
People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,
That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see.

There was no fire to start with,
Just two broken things, the world had left behind.
The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,
Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.
We never stood a chance or so

LonelyLonely.
Unnoticed.
People don't even look
when they walk by.
Always ignored...
Nobody even asks my ideas,
my opinion.
Nobody even knows
who I am.
When people see me,
they either ignore me,
or ask a question:
"Who are you?"
But they don't even bother
to listen to my response:
"I'm Canada."
Forgotton.
Forgotton by everyone.
Forgotton by my friends, my allies.
Maybe one day
Someone will remember my name.
Canada.

Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,
but what can you say?
Nothing can help her.
The pain won't go away.

But she would've stopped,
you could've said no.
That's what she wanted,
someone to say don't go.

That someone wanted her,
or at least would try.
That someone would grieve
if she were to die.

But you just stared,
nodding your head,
and she realized the truth
with a feeling of dread.

No one wanted her.
No one cared.
Not even you,
with the the love you shared.

So she said good-bye,
and you watched her leave.
She may have had the rope,
but now you can't breathe.

Falling off the EdgeDo you know what it feels like?
To nearly fall off the edge,
but not quite...
just so that you're dangling;
clinging for your worthless life
lest it fall into the sea of loneliness.
Your callused, pink fingers turning
to a shade of purplish-red of pain
as it does it best to hold on.

Splash.

In the sea of loneliness,
everything is crisp, translucent.
There is nothing around you,
you are alone...
unlike other people,
you have no one
clamouring to save you;
you have no one
diving in to get you out.

There is no point
screaming for help,
you will only waste
the little time and air you have left.
You only have the darkness
of the sea envelop

Lost In ConfusionLost In Confusion

My mind is spinning without a rest
Emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on..

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A roller-coaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noises echo

Deactivatedthere are voids and black holes
and wounds,
papercuts sinking deep into
finger fissures
only to meet the unmarred love
of bones, strong and
bare and pure.

dark oceans are bleached
into tears that leave nothing
but sea salt in my lips

and my words are injustice
to the death of
your poetry.

this is me
drowning,
trying to be
you

trying to preserve the ardor
of your words
and the honey sweet taste
of your passion

it's also
how my lungs work
(when I don't read something from you
I die more than a little on the inside).

With This RingWith this ring,

I swear to keep myself pure.

To not give myself away until the night of my marriage,

To the one whom God has chosen for me.

With this ring,

I swear to avoid the temptations

That may lead me astray

And defile me.

With this ring

I swear to not only keep my body pure,

But to keep pure my mind.

To not think perverted thoughts,

To not corrupt myself from within.

With this ring,

I swear that all of what I am will be pure

For he who is to be my husband.

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sitting in her room
Singing to ourselves or
to shut off the world,
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felt like everything was right.
Natural
Like it all fell into place
Or that it had always been this way.

These are the moments when
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I wonder
How ever did I find my way through the chaos?
And what good have I done along the way to have her in my life.

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Talking about love
and dreaming about white dresses.
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And at what moment did we actually do it?

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I can't be apathetic
or absolutely despise
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or the lack of lack thereof
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because I am a rock
I'm not biologically coded
for violent dispositions
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and unfortunate monologues
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and the regret
of the choice of my commitment
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yours over mine
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Like I was before
I'm not the same anymore
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She's so
She's
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And we contrasted sick and stone
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The frame to your heart is not my home.

And you were irony
You destroyed my makeshift hearse.
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Four-Day Lover

by ~FitchFavreau, Dec 4, 2011, 8:06:14 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I want to change you
Reform you.
Until the contours of my fingertips
Leap onto your skin.
Every line that is seared on my hands,
(I want to merge with you)
I want to leave upon you
Because I can.

And when you wake up in the morning
When you put your high heels on
Check your make up and walk out the door
I will be on every single part of you
And they would know that you're mine.

I want to explore the small of your back
with my tongue
Just to say I did.
And when I'm asked what I have accomplished in my life
I'd say,
"Well for me, there's a river in my name."

And it's soaked, the will to it and the contract we'd have bonded to wed
Both documents I've kept in my hands.
Dared to slip when I dare touched you
But it's become so wet, the walls of liver
Couldn't even hold that flood in place.
And to whom I've met, and ever will meet, I say to them
I know I'm proud
because I've loved her like a man.

Four-Day Loverby ~FitchFavreau

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I don't know what mood I'm in to even think of writing something such as this. I don't think I've ever written something as provocative as this.

But I don't think that's it. I think it's shameless. It's human. It's the rawest form I could capture in myself right now, and it's the best I can do at this very moment. (Which is why I shan't put a warning on this.. but should you think otherwise of a discrepancy, reply!) It's definitely a bit more visually stimulating than what I'm used to writing.. or than what I usually intend to write.

I wanted to write this as a short little poem, but obviously like all other things about me, I wanted to elaborate on it; and to further elaborate on it and keep going until I stop writing. And then, that would be the moment I'd know I'm satisfied with everything I want to let go of.

I was inspired by a few things, really, many which seem to be unnamed or unknown even to myself. The girl I love.. I don't think she's a woman yet, of responsibility (particularly, marriage I reckon), infatuation, of promises made, misery, tragedy, star-crossed lovers, of being an adult. Just being a big kid now writing big kid poems and loving like a big kid now. I have heavy thoughts and a heavy heart and I guess it's boiled down to all of it adding up again.

=BottledButterfly Dec 5, 2011 Student Writer

Very well written ^^ I think it's shameless too. Good work

~FitchFavreau Dec 5, 2011 Student Writer

Thank you very much! I appreciate your feedback C:

=BottledButterfly Dec 7, 2011 Student Writer

You're welcome!

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