I am.I am.

I am the person who lives.

I am the person who loves.

I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.

I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.

I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.

I am the person who bullies to feel better.

I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.

I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.

I am the person who is bullied for being different.

I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.

I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of

Mistakes.When I look
Upon the pain
And mistakes
Of my past,

I feel so sad
And so guilty
But at the same time
I feel happy.

Because those mistakes
Made me who I am
They let me know the
People I know now.

Those mistakes
Showed me what was right
And what was wrong.

My mistakes still haunt me
But if I had the option
To go back
And make them never happen,
I wouldn't.

Because I am happy
With what I have done.
The good and the bad.

The person everybody seesI want to scream
I want to cry
I want to kick and punch
And get rid of these emotions
Inside of me.

But I wont.

Because that ruins my image
Of a normal girl.

Outside is a normal
Happy, hyper girl.
Inside are all the
Emotions that I can't show.

I want to scream
And shout
And hit
And run away
And cry until I cant see

But I wont
Because you all
Wouldn't handle the real me.

The one who's bitchy
The one that's over sensitive
The one that doesn't listen
The one who hates everything

So leave me alone
So I can cry
And scream
And shout
So that I can be
The person
That no one else sees.

The Monster in your headI can do this [you know you can't]
I'm not a loser [who are you kidding]
I'm not weak [come on, you practically cry yourself to sleep]
I'll make it through [yea because you have no other choice]
They like me [like you? You don't even like yourself]
I will not cry again [then why are your eyes all red?]
I'm beautiful [then why don't you look at yourself in the mirror]
I will not let them push me down [you know you can't stand up for yourself]
I'm me [then why do you fake yourself to be popular]
STOP IT [stop what? I'm just telling what you don't want to see! Stop fooling yourself, you're a loser and you'll always be]

Judgement"You need to stop doing this."

"Stop doing what?"

"Writing me into your stories."

"...why?"

"Because…it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"

"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."

"Well…firstly, I'm a really nervous person."

"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting y

Vengeance"What did she say this time?"

"How did you-"

"It's always your mother, and I always know. Now tell me."

"…"

"I'm not going to ask you again. Just tell me."

"She…said that I can't draw. I can't sing. I can't act. I can't do anything and I never shall- You're laughing."

"I'm sorry. Certain phrases make me want to laugh. 'I can't' is one of them."

"I'm glad you find my grief so amusing."

"Look, you need to understand something. The word 'can't' is going to follow you around for the rest of your life. History is filled with people who were told they 'can't' do something. You know what makes them special?"

"What?"

"They did it

scream your heart out.Scream the first word.
Go on,
I dare you.

(You have no idea how strong I really am,
I'm built like steel
because I've always never been afraid.)

You may own my emotions in a jar,
but I'll stand strong
to be the person that you'll fear in your dreams.

(I always raised my lungs at you
because you were a devil in training,
but you've never made death look so beautiful.)

Proud To Be A NerdProud To Be A Nerd

Oh, sure, we're at the bottom of the social ladder.
But to be honest with you, the view's not always better at the top.
Nerds have intellect.
Nerds have insight.
Nerds have interests.
And what do you have?

…

Yeah, that's what I thought.

So don't laugh we when let out our mighty "SQUEE" of delight.
Don't laugh when we dress up for movie premieres.
Don't laugh when we treat our nerdy interests as Serious Business.
Because we will laugh right back…
…while insulting you in a way that people like you couldn't understand if you tried.
Which you won't.

So don't trip us in the hall
or steal our nerdy

Gender massacre.anatomy is like a cage, that tears away any hope.
born this way, born that way,
our mind chooses nothing.
do we choose what we are? Or does anatomy?

long hair, tight skirts, weak.
thank you, society.
flailing body parts, vulgar dancing, bare.
thank you, ladies.
give those who identify as women a stereotype by wearing more makeup
than clothing.

baggy shorts, shaved heads, muscles.
thank you, society.
patronizing insults, unnessecary grunts, aggressive.
thank you, gentlemen.
give those who identify as men a stereotype by cheating at poker, where
a woman's heart's on the table.

you can't be either,
you can't be both
[this is wh

Things you never forget.You never forget:

Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
Your childhood.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.

All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.

You might not remember all the details or the date
But you r

Wedding RingWedding Ring

This ring I wear—
On hand, once bare
This symbol that I bear—
Beautiful, like you.

I never wanted diamonds
Eschewing that cold rainbow
I wanted something blue
Sapphires…something that I knew
Diamonds were truly new.

I met you.
Someone stronger,
Sober, loving, true—
There are so few
So few like you.

And what did you think of when you met
And set your eyes on me?
Sharing another drink
Stronger than your tea
And a bond
Breathed in, then yawned
As you brought it from the sink…
We knew we were in sync
I accrued you from beyond—
You, so eager to respond.

This ring I wear
Your ring, there
Upon the

Running Away"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.

"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.

"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to

a little perspectivei sit up,
face the sunlight,
and yawn a little
song-
i comb the dreams
from my hair,
letting the world
seep through my skin,

i walk
and slip into
my favorite,
white, white
blouse,

with the
buttons to my
hips,

while children,
with bobbing heads-
thick as bones
and sorrow-
fall into themselves
like little houses
of cards,

only there are no
queens or kings,
only numbers,
only days, only
time, only-

lovers split and lovers
sob and lovers stop
loving and shatter
like mirrors and
single mothers
go poor and some
fathers aren't
fathers anymore,

the streets stink
of death and lies
and cheats and love,
and mem

Teach Me How To Be InspiredSomeone came up to me once, his eyes were grey and soft, and he asked me, "Teach me how to write, please?"
Frowning, I looked at him, "Write what?"
"Teach me how to write beautiful poetry, I need to be able to write poetry," he paused, "But I never know what to write about...."
In that moment I understood my friend's problem, "Okay," I said, "Write about the reflection of the sun's light on water. Write about how at sunset it bleeds its rays out onto the wet sand to create copper fields. Write about the gritty grip of that sand between your toes, like the most adoring lover it'll never let you go and you'll spend the rest of your

blindingi haven't woven words
from beautiful thread in
ages, time creeping toward forever
on the digital glow
of the clock like ivy.

i feel the ache
of tired limbs
struck in air like damaged trees;

while the world stood still
around us,
the men like moths
migrated to me
like i was their moon.

not even i
can erase the stains
left on my skin
by the touch of the rain;
not even i
can remember to smile
like the sky remembers
its sun.

the heaviest aura
swims like cuttlefish
when another's body
radiates heat like the sun
and i realise that i,
well, i

am still
cold.

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Everything's so difficult nowadays though.

Just take a step back.

Ya, and rejoin the shithole that is life.

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A Child Again

by =Oilux, Sep 2, 2011, 1:10:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I wish I could be a child again.

Where all I had to worry about

Were skinned knees

And cooties from boys.

I wish I would be a child again.

Where boys ran away from girls

And no one lied.

I wish I could be a child again.

Where parents were devoted

In every part of my life.

I wish I could be a child again.

When there was recess,

And fun and games.

I want to be a child again.

I want the child meant wonder.

I want the never ending hope.

I want loyalty.

I want simplicity.

I want to be a child again.

I want my innocence back.

I want to not have to worry.

I want grades that don't matter

I want time outs to be the worse punishment.

I wish I could be a child again.

When looks didn't matter,

And when I didn't have responsibility.

I don't want to worry.

I don't want to grow up.

I just want to be a child again.

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This idea came to me in the middle of Chemistry. Took two days to get just right.
These were always my thoughts when I was asked what I wanted to be when I was older.
People always told me to enjoy the time when I was young that it was going to go by so fast and I'll regret what I don't do. All that them telling me that did was giving me the sense that time was slipping by and I was missing out.

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~MissSheppard Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, great poem. I really like how the words just flowed together.

=Oilux Dec 27, 2012 Student Writer

Aw thank you so much!

~akashi-kun Aug 1, 2012

this just made me freaking cry! gahhh!!!!!!! ur amazing.

=Oilux Aug 2, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks.

~CrystalCandelabra Apr 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It's really strange, I'm at that age when childhood is fading so quick and I can't get it back...

!SimplyPrussiaous Feb 3, 2012

_{This is a great poem. You're really talented. :3

- Although, I can't help but wonder who's child-hood this is supposed to be 'cause it certainly doesn't describe mine.

I wouldn't want to go back to those times...I think I'm more of a child now then I ever was, and I think I'm a lot happier to.}

=Oilux Feb 5, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you! That means a lot to me.

I guess in a way I am talking about my own childhood, yet if I had the choice I wouldn't go back to it.

!SimplyPrussiaous Feb 3, 2012

I read the description. But I'm telling you about my childhood anyway...
Herp derp.

~RubyWing Sep 26, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

This makes me want to cry T^T... reading your lines makes me remember about the times when we were still kids at school, playing and laughing together. And this year will probably be my last year with all of my friends (senior year) T^T...

=Oilux Oct 1, 2011 Student Writer

Aw dont cry!

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