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Graduation DayGraduation Day:

They told us we would be alright...

We had fought with honour and won our titles.

We had overcome trials together -

Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.

For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;

A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.

All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.

Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...

There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.

Walking miles across the scorching desert,

Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.

Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -

Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned.

I wish...I wish I was a monster
So I could be kind
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was colored
So I could respect people
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was a man
So I could be kind to women
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had male friends
So we could all be..
Just friends
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had autism
So I could prove that autism,
Does NOT mean "dumb".
And I could break the stereotypes.

I wish I could change the world.
But sometimes, you can't break a stereotype.

Only stereotypes, can break you.

Lingerhow can i move forward,
when the fingerprints of my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys?
i am just waiting, for the day,
when the saddest parts of me
are overcome with songs of serenity.

You don't just die.Do you understand?
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Hearts
Souls
And sanity.

Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
Everyone dies
Everyone cries
Everyone suffers
From YOUR goodbyes.

Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
With you.

Pretty Blue PillsPretty blue pills,
shiny in my palm,
the ticket to my peace,
to my eternal calm.

They're so perfectly round,
and soon they'll be in me.
The closest to perfect
that I'll ever be.

They go down so smooth.
Five, ten, fifteen and twenty.
Soon I'll be gone.
Twenty-five and Thirty.

That should be enough,
but I'll play it safe.
Thirty-five and forty.
Now I have no more to take.

The bottle is empty,
as empty as I feel.
None of this is happening,
too good to be real.

But soon I start to drift
into a dark unknown fog.
Somewhere quite distantly.
I hear a muffled sob.

But I blow it off as fake.
Nobody could possibly care.
I doubt anyone's noticed
th

PhantomWhen life
or fate
or whatever it is
that puts things together
and takes them apart...
when It
amputated you,
it left me
with a phantom
limb
and you are still attached
to my body
when I dance
and make love
alone

ten ways this breakup isn't meant for the movies1.
you go out for twelve eggs and come back
with half a dozen and a new girlfriend.
you hold the eggs out to me like
six dead birds is enough of a peace offering.

2.
i push the eggs out of your hand and stay
with my hand over your heart as i watch them
fall. if they do not hit the ground, this is all a dream.

3.
the eggs smash on the tile and splatter
on the cherry wood cabinets, newly installed
that cost me two paychecks.

3.
the egg whites hit your leather shoes that
you’ve worn for two months straight
because you think they make you look more sophisticated.

3.
the egg whites hit the fridge halfway up, barely touching
the moose mag

Dear friend,You have to understand, dear
The reason to why I run.
I run away from reality
From the lungs that cannot
Take anymore smoke
From the heart that threatens to
Stop...
I run away because
I'm a coward
Because I'm afraid of life
Afraid to care or love.
I'm afraid that every time
I'm glad it blows up in my face
And that every time I smile
I shed a million more tears.
That's why I run, dear
You have to understand.
I was destined to be a fighter but
I don't want to fight anymore.
I was destined to be a warrior
But how am I supposed to win when
The war I fight is against life itself?
I know that I always blow everything up but-
I keep stepping on mines, dear...
...I keep stepping on mines...

ellipsisshe goes to sleep
clawing at her chest with pinpoint accuracy
for an emptiness she can’t describe,
but hates all the same. tomorrow

she will write a letter: “dear boy,
i always wanted to be somebody’s
flowery poem, but the verses carved in my arms
are riddled with ugly clichés. & you are why

i don’t sleep through the night. if
we were a language, i was the
subordinating conjunction, you were

the punctuation.

i remember you in staccato
conclusions, solemn absences
of goodbye”

brain squealsI beat depressions in the earth
for my brain squeals and waves
that burst in my wet ears
until something makes me drown.
I will. (again) V.

Virginia,

put rocks in pockets
and walk right in --
I'll drink your overcoat
until your throat weeps
and your soaked hair
weighs you down.

I promise.

with love,
Ouse.

P.S.
brain squeals are from cold sweats
sleep well.

TearsI am not afraid to cry.

I am not afraid for you to see the tears

My tears.

Don’t tell me I have no heart.

Don’t tell me I have no soul.

For without them I could not cry.

You may not see my tears but they are there.

I have learned to let myself cry for the things I’ve loved,

For the things I’ve lost.

They are silent tears, but they are mine.

So let me cry.

Let me show you I have a heart.

Let the things that touch my heart be shown through my tears.

I am not afraid to cry.

I am notI’m not your little boy.
You’re not my little girl.
I’m just someone you met,
And wants to change the world
I’m not the prince in your dreams
I don’t have smarts or might
I’m just the one that screams
And cries to sleep at night
I’m not who you want me to be.
I will never be what you are.
I’m myself, I am free.
I’m not ashamed of my scars
I’m not that weak
You’re not that strong
You still have company
But I’m still alone
So I speak
Though this poem.
It’s not a pretty love song
I’m just saying what pains me, explaining what’s going on.
Because I am not perfect,
I’m not retarded,
I’m just like you,
Broken Hearted
Never forget,
There is always a reason to be
And I won’t regret
I’m always happy to be me.

Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulder
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul

To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes

Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity

Remnants

Hold on to my sanity every single day
I’m not gonna fall.
Those hungry, greedy holes you left
They start calling.

Just like a cold-blooded murderer
You use every heart you can find
When will you ever be satisfied?

You destroy everything you build
and tear everyone you love
Just to die and start over again.
Replay, replay, replay...
Until you grow weaker, and weaker.

You never destroyed me.
I destroyed myself to forget you.
I die every day in an endless cycle,
The rotating remnants of revolting hearts.

Just like water, I choke and swallow.
I mirror your mind, your thoughts, and your desire
And just like Narcissus, you fall deeper and

combatantI.
it strikes me
that this woman
could be a palace.

I marvel at
the opulent dome of
her brow, her arch
expression—

skin like a courtyard of
ivory tiles,
a thousand intersecting
golden lines about her
head and neck.

she beams from atop her
sunlit tower,
beatific and beautiful,

spreads her arms like
open doors,
invites you to be one of

the many
who have wandered her
lavish halls.

II.
I’ve often thought
of myself
as a castle:

all rough-hewn stone
and turrets,
a temper like molten
tar.

my head is crowned
with
embattled parapets,

weapons readied
at the crenels.

I look out from my
guerites, my brattices,
eyes like arrow-slits

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SometimesSometimes the craziest things we do

Are the most sane things we can imagine.

Insanity Plea

Insanity plea

Claim it for the sake of me.

There was no explanation

For the cold sensation

When you closed the door

My heart met the floor

And everything went spinning

I felt like it was the beginning

So please

For the sake of me

Plead the insanity plea.

Say you were out of it

You were having a fit

You didn't

Know

How

To show

What I needed to know.

Plead the insanity plea

Please just plead it for me

I need a reason

For the freezing season

When you closed the door

And my heart met the floor.

Plead the insanity plea.

Plead it for me...

Please.

A Foreignor

He looked across the vast land
"This used to be my home."
He dug through the sand
"And now I am alone."

There was rain in the air
"It waters nothingness."
He really did not care
"All those people are blessed."

He held his wound
"Thank God for not much blood."
But it needed to be groomed
"I hope there'll be a flood."

He walked across the dirt
"Ashes of my past."
He was suddenly alert
"Did someone else last?"

He pulled out his sword
"Please reveal yourself."
There was no word.
"You are one of great stealth..."

He creeped around the corner
"Who might you be?"
A voice came from the foreigner
"Your biggest enemy."

He dropped his weapon
"Dear

Goodbye.

I got nothing left for me.
I might as well die
In me own
Misery.

Shoot me like a dog
Leave me to rot
And I'll fall apart
While you take a jog

Forgetting I ever was alive
Remembering your job
Remembering your wife
How did you ever survive?

Watch me float away
Into a brighter day
With smiles and love
Up there; up above.

Love is a curse with you.
I can't believe I dreamed it too.
You're charmingly evil
You're methods are medieval
But I wanted you
I needed you
I loved you...

But now
I must say
Au dieu.

My time is up
And I can't fight the clock.
Goodbye, old friend
And next time I see you
We won't talk

For you'll be

Choice.

Swimming across the ocean

As the world behind me

Is destroyed

Through the commotion

In the distance what do I see

But a boy overjoyed.

He splashes in the water

Singing and chanting

Smiling and laughing

Ignoring and playing.

As people begin to slaughter

Wheezing and panting

Dying and thrashing

Collapsing and slaying.

I look at the Hell

And back at the boy.

It's easy to tell

That I want the joy.

Swimming across the ocean

As the world behind me

Is destroyed

Through the commotion

In the distance what do you see

But a boy and girl

overjoyed.

Untrue

What were you waiting for

As I stood beside the

door?

What were you waiting for

As I melt into your core?

What were you waiting for?

You said

I'd
be

happy.

But...

you lied.

By God, you

lied.

You gave me dreams

You gave my hopes

Then you,

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True Love

by ~KassGotClass, Oct 4, 2012, 7:08:11 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I gave you your life.

I gave you your pulse.

I gave you your home.

I gave you your breath.

I gave you my body.

Most would say you owe me.

But that's not true.

All you need to know is that I love you

and that's enough for me.

True Loveby ~KassGotClass

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

If I were a mother...

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`Mirz123 Jan 31, 2013

1-31-13 - This piece was been showcased on my profile page as today's daily feature. Thank you for making such great art.

~KassGotClass Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Oh my gosh, thank you! I'm sorry it took me so long to respond! I'm so flattered!

~neverfullycharged Oct 10, 2012 Hobbyist

If you were a mother 'twould be the luckiest child in the world.

~KassGotClass Oct 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I love you, Riley.

~neverfullycharged Oct 11, 2012 Hobbyist

I love you too.

`Mirz123 Oct 5, 2012

I am just a tad confused. The line says "Most would say I owe you." Why would the mother owe the child? Wouldn't that be "most would say you owe me?"

If you meant it that way, I totally understand. No worries. I think the poem is lovely. I remember my mother had that belief that I owed her for my life and I hated that. I would never feel that way with my own children and this poem sums it up nicely.

~KassGotClass Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You are right. I shall be correcting that.

Thank you for your feedback and for the lovely favorite.

And yes, I feel I owe my mother too.

~writingpoetryforlife Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I love this

~KassGotClass Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you.

~writingpoetryforlife Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

no problem I feel the same way if I was a Mom too

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