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Brokeback PewdieCry[This fic is actually too long to upload here, so please go to my FanFiction account, or go straight (hue) to the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9301339/1/Brokeback-PewdieCry]

The Artificial FaceThe Artificial Face

Inside the magazine you will see, very young attractive males and females. Each of them telling you, you are not good enough. They stand there and mock you with those eyes, those naked bodies. They tell you the horrible secrets that leak from their marble mouths. You are not hot, you are not thin, you are not muscular, you are not perfect like we are. We are the elite, everyone loves us and you will never be like us because you are so damned ugly.

They’re liars, every one of those people are nothing but liars. Please don’t hate them for what they are. They’re sad enough to stoop so low. So what is the t

I used to want to die.Take a look at this papers background… It’s blank right?
That’s what your life is every day if you do nothing about it.
The world is your canvas you paint it, not anyone else.
Pick up your paint brush and paint a beautiful sky that you want to see everyday
Or YOU choose to paint a tornado that takes everything from you, and eventually takes your life if you paint it too many times.
Trust me. It isn’t worth it. I know that’s it is hard, you tell me you can’t do it but you can. My God or your God believes you can get through this!
He believes that you are tougher than every person around you.
He believes th

Ignorance Is Bliss Ignorance is bliss. There were never truer words to explain our relationship. I trusted you. I confided in you, and you treated it like it was nothing. Were it not for the fact that I believe in forgiving others despite their deeds, I would never have forgiven you.

I should have known. I should have seen it from the first night I met you, but I wanted someone (you) as my friend enough I overlooked it. I should have just stopped for five minutes to see who you really were. But I didn’t.

You’re very good at hiding who you are, I’ll give you that. I wonder how long you have been doing that. How many lies did yo

Sleep ParalysisThe demon visited me once again today.

Yes, today. Not tonight or the night before or after; times you’d think a demon would be out. This demon knows no such boundaries, it would seem, and so it usually visits me in the morning.

I lay in bed, having woken up much earlier than I wanted or needed to, with my eyes shut in hopes of remedying the situation. My body relaxed several times, and I felt sleep just within my grasp…
But several times my body found some fault with the split second-imagery of my dreams and jolted me awake, leaving me frustrated, but not deterred.
I would prefer it to what happens next.
The final time I shut

I reread the note todayHe was so self-conscious that he began to come across as bizarre: a thin young man with gaunt cheekbones who slouched around the edges of conversations waiting for a chance to politely cut in, but to those more extroverted he seemed a creep or a voyeur. I knew him a year in silent passing before we had a conversation on the winding staircase beside the wall of windows.

Paused with intention, he stood above me and, backlit by a pale grey January morning, I could see all the blackened angles of his figure in contrast with his hands which rested bright upon the railing: smooth and golden, sparsely haired. When he smiled, he bared all his teeth,

Important You see a different side of a people when they sleep. Some people become rolling and boiling oceans, thrashing around in fits of emotional rage. Others become soft trains, riding down a long peaceful track. Even still, some make an unconscious decision to tell you their life story.
For me, my person becomes a beautiful place of serenity. Whilst he's awake, he's comical, vibrant, and alive. But sleeping, all of those wonderful attributes that make him him, they all become much quieter. All stress and anxiety seemingly disappear from under his radar, leaving only peace of mind and calm. While sleeping, he is more than beautiful.
Sleep is important. But for me, it is not for the reasons scientists say it is. It is a chance to find beauty in those around you where you may not commonly see it, Sleep is a chance to hold someone close, when you're too fearful while conscious.
Find your beauty. N

The Standard TwistWhat’s considered Normal
If we're all considered Odd,

Is Normal having no beliefs,
Is Normal loving God?

Is Normal picking up a smoke,
And lying down to rest,

Is Normal being better than you can be,
Is Normal really the best?

Is Normal a thing I can strive for,
Is it something I should be,

Is Normal the word you'd use to describe,
What you see when you see me?

In a world full of questions,
I like to ask myself,

If normal is something we aim for,
Why all those trophies on our shelves?

Because awards come from Oddity,
Where you do things with your heart,

And if you do them Normally,
You're hopeless from the start,

Oddity is what

Forever LetterDear You,

I've known you for a long time and I thought that we could tell
each other anything, but now I know it isn't true. I knew that
your condition was worsening, but I didn't know it was so bad.
I found out that you had cancer the other day. You tried to hide
it from me, but I found the chemo dates in that pocket in your
bag you thought hid everything from the world. From me. From
me, your only trusted person in the universe. And that's not all
I discovered.

Those chemotherapy dates were expired, past. You've been through
maybe six or seven tests now. And I talked to your doctor about
it and he told me that you have maybe three weeks l

A Stand for Sexuality.I’ve been waiting a while to get the chance and write this just to put it out there and try and make a difference. First of all;

Definition of Homosexual:
adjective
(of a person) sexually attracted to people of one's own sex.
• involving or characterized by sexual attraction between people of the same sex: homosexual desire.
noun
a person who is sexually attracted to people of their own sex.

Definition of Homophobia:
noun
an extreme and irrational aversion to homosexuality and homosexual people.

Now I guarantee that so many people who are homophobic or are uncomfortable with homosexuals, bisexuals, or anyone that is not hetero

Twisted SmilesI stand here looking at the cloudy sky above me. It smiles its most maniacal smiles and laughs as rain begins to pour from the murky heavens. I simply stare into the rain and begin to smile back.

It is my most delirious smile, full of mischief and laughter. The rain responds with a quiet gust of laughing wind. My twisted smile, it curves even further.

I take a deep breath and laugh, knowing that inside of this madness, that this is where I want to be. It is here where my heart desires to be, it is here where I belong, it is here where I am immersed in this sunken abyss.

The raven with his call of laughter, he never seemed so loud. Even in

This ManThis man is different from Pa. He's like a distinct reflection, making my world and understanding different than before.

Ma says that this man once told her that Pa was stupid to drop our family. After that, I always sat in my room--well, a room not MY room--wondering..........what was so special about my family? We're probably one of the worst families there is. A lost woman, now the head of a bunch of lost members, a dazed teenager, an isolated gamer, a quick tempered girl and two pets, who would want to choose us?

His family is more interesting. His wife is one of the religious group leaders at church, his daughter is a high school gradu

NoteI told the voices to shut the fuck up,
but they don listen, they just keep talking on and on,
and the love to argue with me over the stupidest shit.
I didn't know I wasn't the only one in me.

You never know, we could all very well be insane.
delusional and drunk in what we think is real.
who knows, it could all be a dream, or a nightmare
whichever you choose

i thought it was normal to be yourself, not someone else.
if that were the case, why so many sad sacks around.
is everyone this sad? i wouldn't know since
my closest friends are in my head.

i like my ponies, they symbolize the child in me
the child I hope dies when I die
I hope it nev

to everyone who gave me a fav to everyone who gave me a fav thank you very much

The American Nightmare*Caution: This story is not safe for young children. It is very scary.*
A little girl comes skipping into her house. She has a bright, cheery smile upon her face and she's holding dandelions in her hands. But soon, the smile is wiped off her face as she opens the fridge...
To her terror, there is nothing to eat. Sadly, due to her American diet and 1st world problems, the only food she is capable of digesting is soda, potato chips, and hamburgers. Not once in her life has she thought of trying some fruit or vegetables. For she is an American.
"Mother!" she cries, "There is nothing to eat!" The little girl falls to her knees and weeps because she's too blind to see that there is still food in the refrigerator. Her handful of dandelions fall to the floor along with her tears.
But there is no reply, because the hunger has already taken her dear old mother. And there is no reply fr

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+Tonight+Tonight,
I'll sleep with my childhood toys
Not my iPod

Tonight,
i'll shut off the sound machine,
And click on the nightlight

Tonight,
I'll huddle under the covers
And cling to my Ariel pillow

Tonight,
I'll shut my phone off
And disregard the time

Tonight,
I'll say "I love you"
And not sing "Mama"

Tonight,
I'll sleep on the dolphin Pillow Pet
And not the Cullen pillow case

Tonight,
I'll wear my socks
And drink some warm milk

Tonight,
I'll pull out my hair
And take off my glasses

Tonight,
I'll put down the book,
And shut my eyes

-Tonight-Tonight,
She pulls out the lingerie,
All red lace and and satin trim.

Tonight,
She dabs liquid scent
On her pressure points.

Tonight,
She lets her dark hair flow
Finger-combs it just so

Tonight,
She'll play a love song
As she lays among the throw pillows

Tonight,
She'll let the pain rack her brain and heart
Because neither of them are there

Tonight,
She'll play the memories like a movie
And go back to before there was a child growing inside her

Untitled. IIMy head is spinning

Don't make it true.

The floor swerves up and swallows me

What I need is you.

Bulletproof Heart"You can't save me."

"I can damn well try."

Never Let Me GoPlease...
Never let me go.
Hold me in your arms forever,
And never let me go.
Only hold me like this,
With my head against your chest,
And let me listen to your heart.
Just hold this broken soul
Let this broken heart beat gently
In harmony with yours
Run your fingers through my hair,
And kiss my lips tenderly.
Let me cling to your shirt
As you sing to me softly.
Hold me while I cry,
And never let me go.

Unknown Love TriangleI love her passionately.

She loves him immensely.

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Broken Heart For Sale

by ~PrincessBlackRose, May 10, 2011, 4:17:23 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

_{This is my heart.

Broken, bruised, bleeding.

Take it and please don't break it...
It brings blood to my hollow veins and makes me remember that I am alive and still aching.

Always aching, always hurting...}

Broken Heart For Saleby ~PrincessBlackRose

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

©2011-2013 ~PrincessBlackRose

I try to make things picture perfect,
I try not to make mistakes.
Somehow my cheeks are always burning
From one more heartache
_{One more heartache...}

*Plaugh May 13, 2011

I like this quite a bit. The alliteration in the second line and rhyme in the third (take it ... break it) were effective without being forced.

I am not all together convinced that is sad. There is a small note of hope in the idea of since I am feeling pain, I know that I am still alive.

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~PrincessBlackRose May 14, 2011 Student Writer

Thank you!

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~bystander55 May 11, 2011 Student Photographer

The only thing i really don't like about sad poetry is you have 2 be sad 2 write it

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~lonelyemogirl4evr May 10, 2011

I thought I had your heart already Tina Fay *grin*

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~PrincessBlackRose May 10, 2011 Student Writer

*softly* Without even trying...somehow you do...

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~lonelyemogirl4evr May 12, 2011

Then this heart is not for sale. It is mine and I wouldn't sell it for all the jewels of the world.

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~PrincessBlackRose May 12, 2011 Student Writer

...It is a shattered and black thing...it is worth nothing...

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~lonelyemogirl4evr May 12, 2011

Its the most important thing in the world to me.....if it breaks....I die along with it....

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~PrincessBlackRose May 12, 2011 Student Writer

It has been broken so many times...it isn't even in its owner's chest anymore...nothing is left but a faint outline of hope, filled with the blood from the broken pieces...

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~lonelyemogirl4evr May 12, 2011

....Don't worry Tina Fay....I will make it whole again....if you let me....

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