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Pride and Acceptance ?They loathe me;
they shout the worst words
(the kind that encircle you like flies; relentless) -
burning, scathing words.

It doesn't matter. I don't care what anybody else says.

I am alone, shunned.
I curl up in the wastelands
of something I once recognised
as my most intimate identity,
but now feels foreign and outlandish;
like myself.

They're just words. I don't have to let them get to me.

I am proud.I don't need anyone elseto accept me;I accept myself.

A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstream
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.

( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )

I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
without gagging;
limb by steady limb.

Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;

I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.

I'm afraid of losing you.I don’t know if you feel it too, the feeling of wanting to break loose
And just screaming “I love you” but I’m scared that we might lose
Because just of our age, or the time, or any person that doesn’t want you to be mine
But I know that if this goes wrong I’d be the one who'd cause the crime

I’m a bit afraid; one false move would make everything go away
And I’m always left wondering if what I’m doing is okay
I just want everything to be alright between you and me
Or is there something that I cannot see?

My head is rambling with questions that fear is inventing
Maybe is not fear, maybe

Painted SkinPainted Skin:

He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.

"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."

His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.

"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"

You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked wit

Moving: A YaduWe keep a home
Of unknown hums
And lonely cats.
The sky cracks but
He lacks a raincoat.

Fueled by smoke and
Words he lands on
A branded street,
Knows the sweet rage
Of meeting too soon and late.

This town belongs
To a song man
And wrongful ghost.
He is most sure
The coast will fade their remnants.

Frozen StarlightSolid starlight beam,
Precarious illusion,
Photon Congo line.

Each born of fusion,
To squirm through desolate space,
Die in my retina.

I am Me. Who are You?I am thirteen years old.
I am not typical.
I am not average.
I am me.

I have been in two mental facilities.
Both times for thoughts of suicide.
I am not emo.
I am not a freak.
I am me.

My mother attempted suicide about six months ago.
My sister attempted suicide when i was eight.
But, I am not a victim.
I am not tortured.
I am me.

My father had a heart attack just over a week ago.
He was hospitalized for nine days.
He recently returned to the hospital for kidney problems.
I suffer from Bipolar Disorder with Psychotic Features.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
But I am not a disorder.
I am not my difficulties.
I am not my troubles.

These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:

My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel

And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight

And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty

FEARFEAR:

Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey

For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows—
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see

From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below

Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only

Valentine quotes: Homestuck(Beta)
TG: roses are red and violets are blue, my shit is ironic but not my feelings for you.

EB: I might be a god, but you always take my breath away.

TT: After careful analysis of my reactions, it seems that I am in love with you.

GG: I know there's always something to look forwards to because I saw you in the clouds of Skaia

__________________________________________________________________________________________
(Trolls)
AA: I died once and I will die again if it means to fall in love with you every time!

AT: wOULD YOU, UH, BE MY VALENTINE? i MEAN, iF YOU WANT TO,,,

TA: my riight eye ii2 red, my left one ii2 blue, thii2 ii2 fuckiin

All EndsIf you cut you'll bleed
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie

If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry

If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly

If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.

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~KurosakiYuzu-11 Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

this is true for me! heyy, this is faved as many times as days of the year, so practically; you got one fave for this one every day~! .. i'm being random, ignore me. ._.

~Razgrizleader Dec 31, 2012

Aw I miss the Satanic Bible cover. And if any of those Christian fucks were giving you shit, fuck them all up the ass with a welding iron.

~viralcode666 Jan 1, 2013

dark brandon: i totally agree but it was right that controlled the host that day not me.

angry brandon: fools! fools! all of them! the freedom of expression is evidently not as powerful as it was before, my left and right fists will give them a tour to the door.

~Razgrizleader Jan 1, 2013

Ooh I like angry brandon.

~viralcode666 Jan 1, 2013

dark brandon: he's our big bundle of rage ha ha.

angry brandon:my specialty is twisting my enemies into pretzel positions and knitting non believers intestines into socks.

~Razgrizleader Jan 2, 2013

Lol Angry Brandon, you definitely share my outlook on those I hate.

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~haissake Dec 23, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

What the??

~xXPhoenixAngelXx Dec 23, 2012

My thoughts exactly

~viralcode666 Dec 23, 2012

all brandons at once: this poem has nothing to do with the satanic bible at all. it is about my dark alter ego dark brandon the torment of my life! don't get me wrong k i would never slander the great prophets name i had to change the stamp that originally was there because it was copyrighted k.

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