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Take me awayLeft out in a crowd,
music playing loud.
Ringing through my ears,
but I'm far away from here.

People oh they talk,
I'm taking a walk.
Do they know I'm here?
To me nothing is clear.

Take me away.
Where do I want to go?
Don't know what to say
To a place alone,
To a place unknown.

And when I am there,
Feel like they don't care.
They wish I wasn't here.
At least to me that's clear.

Take me away.
Where do I want to go?
Don't know what to say
To a place alone,
To a place unknown.

Where do I belong?
everything feels wrong.
Don't really have a home.
Guess I'll remain alone.

Take me away.
Where do I want to go?
Don't know w
LimelightLimelight.

Why do we go for the things we're not supposed to?

             Why are we attracted to things our parents are opposed too?

                       Why can't we control the things we are unknowingly exposed too?

                              How come despite our best efforts, we can be fully composed to

Let It EndThe whole time, were you just
Too blind to see me?
Too deaf to hear me?
All of the silent tears and the screams in the night,
They were windows to the reflection of my very soul,
Torn, battered, beaten, abused...
If I thought I could pretend things would be okay,
I was wrong...
Dead wrong...
Now who's the fool?
The liar?
The joke?
Every little piece I've tried to put back into place
Doesn't fit where it used to go.
The edges, wasting away as time goes on,
Has left little to work with.
And soon, there's no heart.
There's no feeling,
No emotion at all.
Just the empty shell of a lie,
That never really convinced anyone.
Family TreeWhat's a family tree when your the only one suffering
the empty cries of never being loved and growing roots
to be planted within a seed of love.


I've only grown weeds destroying the seed of my heart
down in a hole letting the sickness of the soil spoil my
thoughts wanting to pull and rip away the ugly of this tree.


A tumbled weed of depression a black rose of a hue
smearing ashes upon my family picking away at the 
dead leaves of my soul.


Rain pours upon my bark seeping down my stem
soaking up all the sadness growing me into wildflowers
for my family to ignore.



Strange_HerFar too familiar with the unknown,
I've never felt so disconnected with being alive.
Once known to be my sole purpose for love,
you've exposed my inability to cope…when true love dies.

I don't know how to feel anymore,
I exposed to you…everything that I had to hide.
You wanted to share with me, what your lust was aching for;
but you refused my every attempt to feel you from inside.

Contentment has become a stranger in my life,
I wouldn't recognize you without my eyes.
I don't see any reflections of your love inside myself,
…nor can my heart bear the weight of carrying around such a crushing lie.

So many times you cr
ShineIt's hard to be like you.
You're beautiful and wild.
You are spontaneous and outgoing.
I know you will be famous someday.
You are a natural star.
Everyone already loves you.

If you are light, I am darkness.
I want to be like you,
But you make it so hard for me.

I know we are different.
You are all things fun and exciting,
And I am shy and quiet.
Soft and serious. Reserved.
I read and you love to dance.
How can I compare?

You're a charmer.
You are charismatic, an enigma.
People want to be near you.
You draw them into your light,
And you're always in the center.
Hell, you are the center.

You're living your
MisplacedA collection of phrases
A plethora of verbs
An assortment of adjectives
A swarming of words

Some are uplifting
And some might hurt you
And some just are frustrating
Like 'Patience is a virtue.'

A lot of memories
And a ton of close friends
Who I thought contact with
Would never really end

The presents that I once had
Sitting under the Christmas tree
Have for the most part disappeared
Which was unbeknownst to me

I used to have a way of looking
A peculiar way of seeing
Through rose-tinted glasses
Because I was such an innocent human being

But the world has changed that
And because of that fact
I cannot keep one aspect of m
The FightThere are a million reasons why,
you should say goodbye.
And then thousand ways you could.
If anything you know you should.

But why, why do you stay.
It's not like you can't run away.
Why deal with the pain and stress.
Why keep tumbling around in a mess.

Push down one thing, raise another.
The fights come one, after the other.

You're throwing the guns,
one after one.
You're ready to fight,
He fears your might.

But why at the chance, you could end it all.
You throw down your weapons, let them fall.
There's no reason why,
But you don't want to end the fight.

Push down one thing, raise another.
The fights come one, after the o
TomorrowThis world is procrastinating in adolescence,
Still humanity is dazed by true life lessons.
Constantly, the words "thou shalt not kill"
Are replaced with a gun, when there's more oil to spill,
This world is run by people breaking their own rules,
Who are raping the future by bombing schools.
This world is in need of a drastic change,
In need of world with no war to wage,
A world where man can love all countries as much as his own,
Where the cloud of hate's flown,
Where the seed of humanity's sewn,
Perhaps then this world can have a tomorrow,
Not living in a hole with self-pity and sorrow.
BenefitsSometimes
Lines are better than words
Lines can't give you away
Can't incriminate you
But words can
The plainly spell out
Your feelings
Your thoughts and opinions
So I like lines
Sometimes
Better than words
They can't hurt me
For Granted...We find things in life to take as our advantage,
We use everything to fulfill our pleasures,
In every crevice of the world,
There are those who do not realize what they have,
They misjudge and they take for granted,
Victims of greed?

An illustration for your senses,
A situation of a loving pair, and started with admirance and adoration,
Then it ended, like a twig, it just snapped,
Her blood coated the wooden exterior of the floor,
Her body left with endless bruises,
The last expression on her face was completely melancholy,
And her complexion was lifeless and pale,

Then there sits the man, the other half of the broken couple,
Hi
I amI am dark clothing
and nightmares
broken dreams
and blistered feet
I am dark purple bags under bright green eyes
and dark auburn hair dyed every three months
worn out rainbow bracelets
and my worthless mothers old ring
I am dance shoes
and little free time
peppermints
and coffee in paper cups
I am quick stolen kiss when nobody is watching
and softly brushing hair out of her eyes
silvery scars fading into my skin
and fresh injuries I know I can't keep creating
routines
and random urges
I am moving forward
The Missing Piece.     Human nature has always been to sin. We cheat, lie, steal... hurting the people we love because we know-or hope-they'll never go. People lie to them, making them live a lie in the process. Living a lie and knowing it? It's the worst possible truth out there. Knowing that you are't yourself and not knowing where to go from here- it's a mixture of hurt and confusion, so deep and twisted in the human soul that the heart knows not where it is.
     That's how I feel now, hurt and betrayed by not only the people I love, but by my country itself. And, in a way, it's all good. Have you ever fel
Mirror MirrorWhen I try to see beauty,
I never see me. 
Mirrors don't lie.
It's people's words that make me cry.
I've become someone else.
I'm never myself.
I'm fat and ugly.
I'm never smugly.
Anorexic?
That's toxic, I'm already dyslexic. 
I don't need another problem,
Or another disease.
Bulimic?
I'm not that pessimistic.
Mirror Mirror On The Wall,
Who's The Fairest Of Them All?
Surely that's me.
If it was, I'd be happy.
Skinny?
Don't lie.
I look like a pie.
Now tell me,
No need to fret...
I just want to know...
Am I pretty yet?
Blanket of whiteCover me softly
blanket of white
hide me from above
so they will not see
what the world
has done to me

so they can ignore
their fault in this
let them look away
afraid for what is
underneath my blanket
of untouched white

let them wonder
what they have done
to the thing
now covered
under a blanket
oh so very white
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Yes, I am selfish.

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You know that awful feeling when you just can't affect something. When the only thing that's left is to do whatever you're told to, no matter how much you don't want to do it?
That hopeless feeling…
That sadness…
No power, no control.
You have to obey.
Your wish to do otherwise is in no one's interest-
    we won't help;
    we can't help.


Excuses.
Everything happens so fast.
You're just watching, observing-
-people running, doing what they do best; no one looking at you and your needs.
You're selfish. –they say.
Yes I am.
    I'm sorry for being in love and not wanting to leave their side.
                   I'm sorry for caring about my sick grandmother and staying by her side.
                  I'm sorry for not being able to watch my parents fight.
                 I'm sorry for wishing to leave the ones who molest me.

I won't be selfish. Not anymore. I'll just sit here, cry and think about how life would be if I were somewhere else.

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Yes, I am selfish.by ~KaylaNight

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~OreoLexii Aug 17, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
:( can relate to almost all of this.
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~KaylaNight Aug 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
N'aww :(
hope it'll get better:)
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~hipknowtizer87 Aug 17, 2012
Sometimes it's okay to be selfish. You have to be to get anywhere in life.
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~KaylaNight Aug 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Yeah i know.. but it's not like anyone ever listens to me...
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~theShadowGrove Aug 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
hope ur grandma gets better. and if u need to talk, u know i'm always here for u :)
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~KaylaNight Aug 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I know..thanks(:
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~shadowsmokeandfire Aug 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I really like this poem. I agree with XxNERUxLENxX, and it seems like you really poured your soul into this poem. Awesome job.
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~KaylaNight Aug 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank u(:
I always write down my emotion.. writing is venting to me.
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~shadowsmokeandfire Aug 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
No prob! And thanks for the llama badge!
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!XxNERUxLENxX Aug 17, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
This is the writing that people should read. Not some crap about ponies and rainbows. If people read the truth, then maybe this world would be a little less stupid.

I especially like the fact you wrote with emotion... Very nice job.
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