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Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.
The truth is that I want to die.

"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"

"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse

"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.

"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.

"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.

All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?

Life ItselfThe only time I smiled today
Was when I thought of dying
And how good I am at lying
Each and every single day.

I've got a box of painkillers
They sleep right by my bed
For when all I see is red,
They'll numb it into darkest white.

I've tried talking to people,
But I can't word what I want to say
And maybe I like living this way,
Knowing that I'll die soon.

I know I'm self-destructive
My crosshatch skin screams it
But inside there's a little bit
That still aches to be saved.

I've tried before and I'll try again
To put my worthlessness away
But fate forced me to stay;
Death's a bitch like that.

Life makes me want to die
Yet it won't let me

Love To KillHe whispered in my ear, "Baby can I hug you around the neck?
Your eyes really brighten up when you cry,
Judging by the marks on your wrist you already want to die."

Trying to recover and stop loving you,
But my heart has a mind of its own,
And I can never find better then you.

"You deserve everything that's coming for you.
Everything you do makes me rageful,
I can barely stand to see you breathe.
Now blow me a kiss as you're on your knees."

Each bruise is a mistake, and truly made of love.
I know how his heart of stone really feels,
I just have to mine through the bitterness.

"You won't ever leave,
Don't you know what my dad did to me?
Yo

I'm afraidI'm afraid

I'm afraid of failure,
Of disappointing,
Seeing those ashamed looks on their faces,
Because I know I'm not good enough,
I'm afraid, very afraid,

I'm afraid of speaking my mind,
For I know that others will ruthlessly speak theirs,
And I know their words are going to hurt me,
But I won't have the heart to hurt them back,
I'm afraid, very afraid,

I'm afraid of the future,
Because I don't know where I shall be,
Or what I shall do,
I'm still trying to piece my puzzle together,
I'm afraid, very afraid,

I'm afraid of success,
For with this comes jealousy,
And with jealousy comes lust for hurt,
Nothing good can possibly

The Shams of What RemainsMorals are so hard to cling to,
When everyone's doing drugs.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
And everyone's a thug.

Being a virgin isn't a virtue,
You hide it away with shame.
Yet while all of drink and smoke,
Proudly I proclaim,
Alcohol, I know not the taste.
Smoking, I do scorn.
I shall not look,
While away you waste,
Looking so forlorn.

I am my own person,
And my morals I hold dear.
I quietly sit at home,
While my friends win "Stupidest Decision of the Year."

Though I'm not perfect,
And I'll never claim to be.
My peace of mind is worth it,
So I'll be true,
To me.

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 You Can't RememberWhat You Can't Remember:

You know that something's wrong inside
But you will try to hide it.
Far away from prying eyes;
You say you don't remember...

What is this memory inside.
You feel like you've forgotten.
A part of you decides;
To say you don't remember...

How long will you deny
The bitter truth behind it.
The day you lost yourself;
But now you can't remember...

When first you took away the mask
And looked back at the mirror.
You thought you saw another man;
But you simply don't remember...

The times when you were not yourself
When you forced yourself upon her.
It was a day like this;
But now you won't remember...

Th

Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skies
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...

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.

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.

What is loveShe has these long, storm fingers.
The kind that leave me wide-eyed and angry.
This gargoyle heart that beats 6 times slower than it should—
As she loves to leave me with half finished sentences
and a p o e t i c tongue covered in ink.
She spreads jealous heat along my cheeks,
as my nights are filled with stardust dreams.
Her words fight off hurricane nightmares.
She is a ribcage embrace,
warming these thin origami bones and
tattooing monochromatic love stories along my curves.

Lurking between the foldsDear _______,

Words don't mean
as much as they use to.
These letters are pointless.

[ I tried to write
today—about anything
that wasn't centered
around —>you

To all of you...I care.

I care when you feel sad.

I care when you feel alone.

I care if you feel hurt.

I care if you're bullied.

I care if your family life sucks.

I care for your health.

I care if you feel like you're not good enough.

I care if you're scared.

I care when you cry.

I care if you're lonely.

I care when something bad happens to you.

I care if you feel depressed.

I care if you don't want to go on.

I care for your happiness.

I care for your peace of mind.

I care for your future.

I care for your confidence.

I care when you need help.

I care about your salvation.

I care about your family.

I care about your friends.

I care about

stop me if you've heard this one beforei.
there is a man on the corner of my street
who gave me a bottle of bleach
and told me if i drank it, i'd finally feel clean.

but i gave it back to him, and went home to take a shower.

because i am almost happy,
and i do not want to mess that up by
chugging bleach or fingering knives or thinking too much
about that man who turned my insides cold
from inside of his car.

because this has to be happy.
this has to be what happy feels like.
it feels like god gave me a vodka bottle
filled with nature and people and oceans and deserts and seas,
cause see, it feels like i'm drunk on life.

ii.
i have this nervous habit of scratching

Memories?How do you stay sane,
when the screams echo in your ears?
This is not a game,
these are living fears.

I'm searching for the truth,
but find only confusion.
Was it a secret in my youth,
or just an illusion?

Did he really hit her,
or was it a dream?
It's all such a blur,
and things aren't always as they seem.

Should I ask them?
No, they'd never tell.
Was it enough to condemn?
Will he go to hell?

Did he really do it?
Do I even want to know?
Maybe I should quit,
let the memories go.

Ignorance is bliss,
that I know too well.
The memories, I dismiss.
Send them all to hell.

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Shimmer and dance, the embrace of an old friend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend.

Smooth canoe tracks over gentle rides
Over gentle stones with a gentle glide
Gentle, gentle. Will these softened turns end?
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?

But is the river really steady?
Or maybe I'm just not ready
Skies are whispy and clouds in flame, is this pretend?
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?

These waters are always churning
Always flowing and always turning
With my future on a teater, on this brand new pend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend

I can't see past these rugged waves
Icecap tips, I'm the waters slave
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Down the steady shores of a riverbend?

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Crash And BurnI wonder if other people see how I feel.
With every glare to meet my eyes,
its another preying glare to slap my face
and another glare that heats my cheeks with nervous fire

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When they walk by, I stumble away
because I know they don't want me near them.

I wonder if they pity me
If they see the lonely child inside my glass skin.
Sometimes they give me gentle eyes
because they feel sorry for how lonley I really am inside.

I wonder if they know I don't fit in,
if they try to welcome me but I'm too naive to see.
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because everytime I try is another crash and burn.

Isomnia.To the mocking flash of my cell phone clock
The glitter of morning my closed blinds block
In a hunch on a chair or a ball on my bed
Comfortable and comfy but I stay up instead
With paper and pens and paintbrushes I raise
And the stories that unfold on each turning page
Youtube, Facebook, and clicking links
Are the things that keep me from even a blink
Round and round, my thoughts echo and spin
Closing my eyes even seems like a sin
Redbull, pepsi, and midnight snacks
Drinks of sugar in tempting twelve packs
The silence of myself and the embrace of a book
Casting and reeling until sleep's on my hook
They say theres plenty of fish in the sea
But sleep swims deeper than my hook can see
Alone in a dimming desk lamp light
Confronted by morning that stepped through the night
Open curtains, birds with a morning song
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Stupid BlondeWhy, yes.
I do pick up books.
And thank you for thinking I hold them upside down or I can't even finish the first page.

Why, yes.
I do math.
And thank you for thinking I can't long divide or that numbers shave my mind blank.

Why, yes.
I can write.
And, again, thank you for thinking I can't use a pen or that I <rite tings liek dis>
Why dont you take a label maker and slap it right on my forehead? All to see and all to share?

"Stupid blonde"

Maybe a pawn in your conversation, or ideas just easily ignored.
A voice filtered upon arrival and spilled down the drain to wash away, carried to a place where rubbish seals any whisper left to fade.
Voices become whispers, and whispers become the helpless echos of ideas shed free of a mind that is as fully functional as yours,
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Keep RunningSomething broken, or something dead
and everything that was ever said
Punches, bruises, sticks and stones
and everything that broke my bones
to words they said would never hurt,
to a shoe that kicked my face with dirt
Yes, these tears are made by you
but even tears don't make lies true
Tears that dampened my pillow case
tell a story that you could never chase
and I'll keep running until I die
Because you'll never catch me, I'll watch you try

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that my writing is wrong.
It might be for you
But for me it will live, forever strong

You can't tell me
that my words are not right.
They might not be prefect
But I'll still put up a fight

You can't tell me
my rhymes are too mix-matched.
Its just because they are not yours
To me they do not lack

You can't tell me
I did not try my best.
Who are you to evaluate?
Its not like its a test

You can't tell me
that I didn't follow a rule.
Creativity has no list
I think you are a fool

You can't tell me
that I didn't emote at all.
How can you tell me what I feel?
Its not like I'm a doll

You cant tell me
everything that I should.
How can you think you know everything?
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by ~Mimibert, Feb 21, 2013, 11:51:48 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Oh, so you're not thin?

Tell me how you're ugly.

Oh, so your hair doesn't look good everyday?

Tell me whose does.

Oh, so you make mistakes?

Tell me who doesn't.

Oh, so you're not a model?

Tell me what the definition of beauty is.

Oh, so you aren't normal?

Tell me what "normal" is.

Oh, so you aren't good enough?

Tell me why.

You can't.

Because there isn't a standard you need to reach to be yourself.

Tell Me Thisby ~Mimibert

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

this is another inspirational poem thing for my feels about bullying, helf harm, depression, etc. It was kind of sparked bny my friend and his confession of his feelings. I want to spread the word around that it is a bigger problem that you may think. People actually this about themselves and others take it as something attention-whores do. People actually think of themselves as worthless and it breaks my heart </3 so any support would be great. it could save someone

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~UselessItalian Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow. Love the last line of this one. ^^

~Iceworlf Mar 2, 2013

its true alot of people think this about themselves and no one believes them

~7Demented Mar 1, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Nice job!

~paulypants Feb 28, 2013

This piece would be perfect for a project we are developing -- an online gallery for artists who have been bullied or who explore the theme of bullying in their work. It's called the You Will Rise Project. Check it out here: [link] and read the "Submit Work" section for details about sharing your work on our site. Thanks!

~Mimibert Feb 28, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

oh sure thing! thank youso much for wanting my work part of your gallery!

i quickly read the description for submiting an i have a question: for this poetry work, would i just kinda type it out in the email itself, or use some other format within the email containg the poetry?

~paulypants Mar 1, 2013

You can just type it out in the e-mail. That's the easiest. Thanks!

~Mimibert Mar 1, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

thank you. i will get it submitted soon :3

~Sabalon-Glitz Feb 25, 2013

Wow!! So true. Good job, I really liked it.

~keke46 Feb 24, 2013

Thank you. Just thank you. I showed my friend this, and I think I made her realize somethimg about herself. And if I didn't....I don't know what to do. But really, thank you. Your artwork is great and your poetry is beautiful.

~00SIMPLESOUL00 Feb 23, 2013 Student General Artist

I don't care what other people say about this poem, it's kind, truthful and people think the repetitive message gets old only because they didn't expect that many to be like this. Pain like this should be acknowledged and expressed, otherwise it holds people back. If we disregarded it, we disregard everyone, and with that in mind, this poem speaks the truth, and for that I thank for expressing pain that many of us need to accept, not discourage.

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