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End up Like MeDo you ever wish
you could fade into the background,
where the world couldn't see you,
where you didn't have to make a sound?

Do you ever cry
because you don't know who you are,
don't know why your here,
don't want to stay, want to run far?

Do you ever cut,
tear your skin apart,
let the blood drip,
waiting for death to start?

If you do,
turn back now,run,
get help,
find your life, your sun.

Don't,
end up like me,
Empty and hopeless,
through the darkness,unable to see.

Please,
love who you are,
or end up like me,
with help so very far.

My Love fo You..you keep me going in life
the reason i turn at night
you give me purpose to live
and make me feel alive
I love you for what i am not
and hate myself for what i have got
there's not a time of day
when you don't take my breath away
when i look into your eyes
thoughts of love flood my mind
and override my sense of life

my love for you is my life
a love that will never die
so strong that i can't breathe
it has taken over me

you keep me company in life
so i never feel denied
i fall into a daze
every time i hear your name
i would give up everything in life
just for you not to cry
i wouldn't forgive myself
if i broke your heart

GrassesThe grass is green
On neither side.
Both are yellowed.
I try to hide.

But they fight for me.
They scream and shout.
I search and fight,
Fight for a way out.

But the grasses surround.
I can't be free.
Let me go!
Is death the key?

Will i find escape,
In pills or a knife?
Or will they bring me back?
My efforts ending in strife.

It's worth a shot.
I'll do anything to be free.
I don't want to live like this.
I'm putting an end to me.

Why Do You Do This?Why do you do all of this
You stain your wrists
You cry all the damn time
You slip when you try to climb

You're in all this pain
Putting that blade to a vein
You dig it in, but not too deep
For now, that price is too steep

But will the day eventually come
A day when you are so very numb
That the price isn't too high
And you give up the will to try

God forbid that day should arrive
I want you to be happy and alive
Yet I freak out when you aren't there
Don't make me feel loss and despair

FragilityWe hold up our heads and look so strong,
But I am certain we are not what we seem:
We are nothing but breakable bodies
And far too fragile dreams.
With frail paper skin soaked with ink,
And bones just made of glass;
Cracked with every single hope
That does not come to pass.

Letter To Alice In Wonderland Letter To Alice In Wonderland

Hey, I think I have some explaining to do,
I know it's been a long time - hell, it's been years -
since the last time you wanted to look upon my face,
before it changed and became so cruel.

Hey, maybe you don't know yet, but
for all the good it did me, I really did love you,
and not for a second doubt that none was true,
for proof, go count my every cut.

And that's the reason I had to get out,
you were bad for me, driving me blind,
as I was fighting two addictions entwined,
that's the main reason, it's the main shout.

When he came around, I saw a ray of sunlight,
but you always made me ooze with gloom,
I long

11I have placed you, frozen, away;
Where time is of no consequence.
Do you not see the pains I've taken
To remember you as you were?

I've boiled the universe down -
I've torn my hair and mended shrouds.
How long should I scream your name,
Knowing you will not answer?

I've traversed the roughest of seas
And each shore, I have found lacking.
Have you ruined me completely?
Can the calm not suffice?

Writer's BlockThe words aren't coming, they just aren't there!
My fingers are tapping but the paper is bare.

I'm wracking my brain, hoping to find,
Some small little snippet or inspirational line.

But oh to my woe and despair I have found
All my words and phrases are nowhere around!

My muse has run off, my characters gone
On a far off vacation, somewhere in the sun.

I'm not quite sure where, but one thing is clear
Wherever they are that wherever's not here!

So I sit and despair and lament my woe,
I've nowhere to look and nowhere to go!

Without my cast, director and script,
This night is a bust, a real sinking ship.

I wish you'd come back, you darn l

My weekSoaked cheeks
Heavy sobs
Two booming voices
Turn to dead silence.

A sleepless night
Worried friends
A comforting cuddle
A reassuring text.

One sided conversations
Picture and no sound
A unspoken apology
A turn around.

A conversation
Even a smile
Normality is back
May it stay a while.

A heavy pastI want to know the story of my life
I want the ghosts disappear from my head
I want to hear the truth from the mouths of my family

I need to find the key to close the door of nightmare
the weight is too heavy for me
I want to turn the page and forget the past

I want to be a girl like others
it is the image of my dream

Promises, PromisesYou said you would come,
so why aren't you here?
You walked out of my life,
you disappeared.

I have so much to tell you
since I saw you last.
Don't you want to hear
all about my new class?

How I'm making new friends,
how I'm learning new things?
How everyone jumps up
when the dismissal bell rings?

I'm waiting here still,
staring out the window
of the room where we once sat
and spent the day watching videos.

My Sesame Street doll
sits at my side.
It's the one you gave me,
once upon a time.

My old blue blanket
sits around my shoulders
as I remember us playing,
until we got older.

The sun has long set
upon the great times
of sledding and

Paper AngelShe is an angel, she can never die.
She has wings but he can't fly.
Doomed to be trapped forever
In her blank world made of paper.

She longs to be free,
In her monochromatic eyes, you can see.
She dreams of freedom,she dreams of love
And all the other things she can never have.

Parting I can barely remember the last words I said.

Your heart was so broken; your eyes full of dread.

"It's not like I meant it, I really didn't mean-"

but it was already too late; your eyes set the scene.

:: How Dare You ::How dare you decide what is best for me
When you don't know what is best for you?

How dare you assume negatively towards others
When you frown upon those who assume negatively towards you?

How dare you berate those who use people
When you find delight every time you use someone?

How dare you preach that death threats are wrong
When you have threatened to end my life several times?

How dare you cry that you were raped
When you have shouted "I'm a virgin!" with pride?

How dare you use homophobic insults
When you are apart of the bisexual community?

How dare you criticize people who hurt themselves
When you have afflicted scars on your own

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Jareth stood in front of the destroyed building that was the ballroom, his shoulders heaving in anger. There was nothing in this world that would stop him from extracting his revenge on the Goblin King. The little demon had tricked him, giving his love back to him but under a thick spell. The castle hung in the distance like a horrible wart on the horizon. He'd freed his love, but he now had another reason for going to the Devil's house.

The power coursing through his veins seemed to bubble up in his hands as his anger grew. It was almost as if he where a rabid animal frothing at the mouth as his breath grew heavier and heavier. He held his

Last nightI awake at pale dawn,
Wishing the dream was long gone,
But I see now what I see then,
Everything down to the patch of pale skin,
I know it is just my mind playing tricks,
But I snap awake when she comes in for the kiss.
Dreaming of another man's girl makes me a real bastard,
And yet, I wish, that it had all mattered.

Jareth Chapter 10

The creature had fallen apart once it'd hit the tree, its head, arms, and legs shot off in different directions. Jareth looked down at his hand, that had been much more powerful than he had meant for it to be.

"Hey!" one of the furry goblins shouted, "How'd you do that?"

"I don't know," Jareth answered honestly.

It would seem that these creatures were a lot less threatening now, at least in comparison to himself and the power that he had bottled in side. Although, if the Goblin King demanded he fight to free his love, this new power could prove useful. He turned to the others and lashed his hand out again. The magic within his hand snapped

An old noteI was looking through the closet and I found an old note
Just something simple that she had once wrote,
It said happy birthday just know that I care,
And I cried "Liar, then you would've been there,
"The time in my life when I needed you most,
"But instead you left me hurting and vanished like a ghost."
An I know I'm insensitive and I'm clinging to the pain,
I guess holding my breath killed cells in my brain.

Writing Practice: The Girl Behind the CounterShe was very pale, almost ghostly clear, with lines of yellow-peach near her chin and what little of her neck was showing out of the color of her work-polo. Her eyes where the color of a Granny Smith in autumn leaves, flecks of green surrounded by yellow-gold, orange, and a shiny brown. The way her thin lips where drawn back in a tight frown made him think she where more prone to a panic attack. The shine of the light attracted his eye towards the jewel in her small pointed nose.

She was the kind of beauty they wrote songs about, he'd decided. In fact, he could probably write a short story around her beauty. Whatever he was going to do, he k

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by ~MuteAssassin, Jan 26, 2013, 7:29:07 PM
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She dances in and out on waves of broken glass,
A memory of better times, a perfection that couldn't last,
I can reach out and touch her if I don't mind the pain,
But the cuts and scars means nothing's the same,
Still I cling like an addict addicted to the thought,
Of a woman who so long ago I should have forgot.

I offer myself a short distraction,
Some sort of break in the breaking reaction,
But when the music dies down and the streets get cold,
I run through conversations and things I was told,
Like that three word phrase that we used to use,
How quickly the feeling of love turned to "I hate you"s.

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~Someone-that-is-me Jan 27, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Oh my this is wonderful!!

~MuteAssassin Jan 27, 2013

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~Someone-that-is-me Jan 27, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

No problem

~Fa-la-lala Jan 27, 2013 Student General Artist

Love this!!!

~MuteAssassin Jan 27, 2013

Thank you, kindly

~Invoking Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Very nice slant rhyming indeed. It didn't flaw the rythm or meter very much. Each line seemed to simply roll off of the tongue; that was an excellent read that I related very well to. Great work, my good person.

~tommyboywood Jan 26, 2013 Professional Writer

uh... it's painful mute master

~usnbxo Jan 26, 2013

I like some of the slant rhyme you used.

~MuteAssassin Jan 26, 2013

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