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Truth?"Truth?"

Truth has become reality's biggest nightmare
Which always becomes buried by those in despair
For is it more noble to bite one's tongue until it turns red
Or let truth accumulate until his heart pumps out dread?
My intuition has led me to the truth many times before
Of which I have realized truth is not the cure
But what is the truth when every character has a story
Upon which each owner desires to claim truth's glory?
For it is comforting for those to retreat from their fears
Or deny truth exists and mask it with cheers
What ignorant mortals for them I take sorrow
For truth will target and haunt them tomorrow
As for myse
Reason To Believe"Reason To Believe"

I long for hope that burns inside of me
Because there are so many things that I've never seen
So many places that I've never been
So much beauty that has yet to begin

This hope I long for that burns inside of me
Is the means and reason for me to believe
In all the things I've known and everything I have
For things can never really be that bad.

This hope I have is what pushes me forward
Slightly northward and around the corner
Its what gets me by each and every day
Because you never know what tomorrow may convey

You never really know what the future holds
Some days are bronze while others are gold
You never r
Dare To Dream"Dare To Dream"

Dare to dream of ships and kings
Of rings of gold and pleasant things
Of skies of blue for miles long
Of finding new ways to be strong

Dare to dream of fighting sharks
On a new life which you embark
By boat or plane or haunted train
Hurry now; it leaves today

Dare to dream of huge success
Of values and money to invest
And if to you now I may confess
I have dreamed of you to ease my stress

Dare to dream of happy times
Of worlds existing without crime
Of fountains of candy spewing drops
Of exotic tastes; it never stops

Dare to dream of great adventure
That you one day will find your treasure
Hidden beneath dep
CliffClose your eyes
Count to three
Jump the cliff and you'll be free

You're not good enough
For them or for yourself

They won't miss you
They won't even cry
That's what it's like
When someone like you dies

You wanted attention
Or so they thought

You hid in long sleeves
And fake smiles
Blood made it better
For a little while

Then even that wasn't a relief
So you needed something more

You went up the hill
Looked over the cliff
Thought of all the people
That said life was a gift

But it was all a lie
You jumped over and said goodbye
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleed
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie

If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry

If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly

If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:

Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.

The coldest December,
Can you still remember?

Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!

Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.

Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.

The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!

Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold

-

Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.

Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.

Bu
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:

Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,

Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.

It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -

Considering that I've never met you before, but then again

Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.

Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,

I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.

But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,

I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.

I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.

You might tak
TwistedEverything is so messed up
I’m so confused
I should be crying,
But instead I’m laughing
Laughing…
At death.
Laughing…
At my last breath.

When the world is backwards
I’m so confused
The sky is ground
The north is south
And I find myself swinging
From the cobblestones
And with dirty hands, walking
Gripping with knuckle bones

Why is it, turned all around
I’m so confused
Yes means no
Wrong is right
And I’m enthralled with hurting people
Destroying their souls
And living, but actually dead
And somehow hurt consoles

At this rate I’ll be
Falling down to heaven
Or flying up to hell

To real
Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.

Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
In.
My.
Diary.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.

Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
In.
My.
Diary.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.

Today I cried.
And cried.
And... cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you hav
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:

Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,

Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.

Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,

And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.

It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,

It cared not for the sensation of pain...

All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -

One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!

Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,

And in that moment, it learned of the truth.

For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -

was me...

Twisted Feelings And ThoughtsWe're counting the days, and hoping the best
We're feeling the worst, Life gives us the rest
I'm missing you so, or hugging you tight
Lying by your side, every single night
Your sparkling eyes, your wonderful smile
The last time I've seen them? Well, it's been a while..
But I remember exactly the sound of your voice
Months ago when you said that I was the right choice
I still can't believe and comprehend it
Not completely, a little, even not a bit
And I hope that you will see one day
That I'm not good for you, and nothing's okay.
And now, after months, we don't have a new goal
We're expecting the least, running out of control
The monsters which live inside us forever
Will make everything worse, wherever, whenever
they can.
But I'm not giving in, and we both do know why
Not a deadly sin, as it's always been
When somewhat, any thoughts, random words made us grin
Something that a few people would just call "true love"
And if we take a look at the things written above
We may come to the cl
The Perfect Present"The Perfect Present"

During the winter season on a night very cold
Where the frosty breeze sends shivers down your spine
I met a little boy on the road decades ago
Who looked at the time to be about eight or nine.

I saw him aimlessly wandering from afar
Dodging cars who simply passed him by.
Judging by his ripped clothes he had many scars
And a pair of the most pained blue eyes

Now normally I would have just continued driving.
Who the hell cares about this little ploy?
Its tough enough in this world surviving
Without striving to care about some little boy.

For I asked myself if I was in his shoes
Would he bother to stop his
HopeHope is just the lies
I tell myself
Hope tells me tomorrow
Will be better then today
So I don't cry myself to sleep
Hope whispers that next time
I'll do things right
When I only make it worse
Hope says that everything will be alright
When I know it won't be
Hope promises that there is a perfect
Person for me and that one day
I'll find that person
Hope shouts that one day
I'll do great things
And will always be rememebered
So that I'll never truely die
Hope sings of a better place
When there isn't one
Hope mocks that it could be worse
But most of the time
I'd do anything to not be me
Hope is merely a lie
But that's oka
FragileI know that you're broken,
And that all your pieces are scattered,
I know that you're bruised,
And that your pale skin is battered.

I can see the scars,
That you're trying to hide,
And I can see the hurt,
Burried beneath your pride.

You're barely holding together,
Your tattered, fraying threads,
The harder you try to keep it in,
The more the hole spreads.

Stop trying to battle alone,
When I'm here with my sword in hand,
I can help you pick up the pieces,
And there'll be nothing we can't withstand.

Don't give up the fight,
My friend who is so fragile,
Take my hand and let me hold you,
Let me love you for a while.

You think
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26/12/12


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Standing in front of her was a tall man, just over six foot, dressed completely in black with sun-glasses over his eyes. He angles his head towards her.
"Who is it?" asked the man in a very deep voice.
"Who is who?" Kirra's mother came up behind her, drying her hands on a tea-towel.
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking." The man replied slowly, still looking at Kirra.
"We can't help you unless you're more specific, sorry." She looked at the man sternly. "Kirra, come back in. I'll drive you to school in a minute."
Kirra did as she was told, and her mother shut the door. "I told your father this was a bad area," she said as she walked back to the kitchen. As Kirra followed her down the hall, she could hear the strange man walking away.
True to her word, Kirra was driven to school. 
"Thanks mum." Kirra siad, opening the door to get out.
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Kirra walked into the room in time to see the end of an advertisement on the tv.
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She stepped back into the kitchen and turned on the rice cooker, finishing off the dinner for the time being, all the while contemplating how the world was going to end.
Her best friend, Jesse, asked her the other day why she was so sure the world was coming to an end. The next day, Kirra showed up to school with a five paragraph essay as to why she believed it was coming. 
The advertisement of the vampire doll was her first. 
Kirra wandered down the hall to her bedroom and collapsed onto her bed, continuing her thoughts.
There are a lot of signs pointing to why the world may end soon. Humanity seems
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Two
Three
Four
Is there any more?

Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Yes? No? Great.
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At times like these, she'd pick up her chains and find someone to entertain her. However, she had realized that this was her simply using others for her own entertainment, so she stopped going out, instead she would go to her favourite spot on the sand and stare and the clouds.
As she neared her spot, she saw someone else lying not far from it, also watching the clouds. She ignored him, as he was of no interest to her, and so she lay there until it got dark, just watching the clouds.
She rolled onto her side to sleep, wrapping her wings around her like a blanket from the cool night, but couldn't help but notice the other one was still there. However, he was well and truly asleep by now.
She watched him for a but, before falling into a peaceful sleep on
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When she reached adolescence, Pride and Anger also held her down around her ankles.
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Calm on the Outside

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She's hurting,
She's breaking,
She's crying inside.
She's yelling,
She's screaming,
And hiding her eyes.
Yeah you wont, 
hear a thing,
It's a-ll inside.
The hurting,
the screaming,
Her smile's a lie.
She stares out,
The window,
And wishes to die.
Or maybe,
When she'll jump,
She'll finally fly.

You cannot,
See her face,
She's hiding it all,
So you wont,
Yeah you wont,
See her fall...

Calm on the Oustside, written by Emma Thrussell, 27/11/12
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This poem talks about the internal screaming many people suffering from depression, and other illnesses, go through most every day. While they seem at peace and perfectly calm on the outside, there is the pain, suffering, and noise inside the person's head. However, not all people have the internal noise, many people have complete silence. This is a second form of depression, and not one I know much about. I suffer from 'angry depression' which is what the poem follows, and I often find myself cursing, in my mind, to not only fellow students, but also teachers and friends and other innocent people that did nothing to anger me except exist.

I wrote this poem in Home Economics today, looking out the window and wishing my teacher would let us do something productive. I'm not having a very good week so far. Might just be the holiday mode starting up early. Who knows.

Critiques are welcome, and a nice little comment telling me you've read it would be much appreciated. ^_^
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~ToughSunshine32 Feb 4, 2013  Hobbyist
Hang in there. I've been having some troubles with depression also but I'm doing better.
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~FlyAway-555 Mar 9, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thats awesome to here! Keep it up ^_^
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~ToughSunshine32 Mar 12, 2013  Hobbyist
I will thanks! You too!
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~blue-eyed-bee Dec 20, 2012
i really like this poem. it's one of the best i've read on this site. although, that's just me :)
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Mood: Love ~FlyAway-555 Dec 20, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
awwwwwwwwww Thanks!
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~blue-eyed-bee Dec 26, 2012
:)
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~Fabity-Fab Nov 27, 2012
Hmmmm..... For some reason when i was reading this i thought of the girl from Evanescense singing it.... But i like it.
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~FlyAway-555 Nov 28, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Haha it does sound like something Amy would sing, doesn't it?
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~Fabity-Fab Nov 28, 2012
:D
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~ibugsyou Nov 27, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
nice. I like how it flows together and clearly projects how a lot people feel. I'm sure everyone feels like this on a rainy day haha
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