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I Was ToldWords unspoken
reflect the emotions - -

Watching,
waiting

for them to finally
be heard,
said aloud

and still you don't
say my name.

These emotions are unspoken,
but they are there
somewhere
below
all this
uncertanity.

I was told I'd see my ally.

I want to feel something.
Search although I couldn't
find anything.

The mirror reflects
emotions unspoken
I was told I'd see my ally

I see you.

In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, other

SweetheartFuck you, sweetheart.
You'll always be perfect, you know?
Poor little thing...
Hurling heart-shaped pills down your pretty blushing throat.
I don't owe you anything.
So do me a favor?
Remove yourself from my head,
Get out of my thoughts,
Take your words off repeat,
And get out.
Oh, and before you go, just hit the lights, would you?

Shove Me"Shove Me"

A little bird often sings outside my window
Lonely as sin he made a nest above the snow
With his delicate singing I smile as wide as I can
Still it doesn't help me forget the terrible person I am
Songs so soft and pleasant to the ear
Songs that would wash away anyone's fears
Songs as beautiful as the evening rain
Songs that have hidden messages of peace contained
Yet vultures and crows feast on birds of his kind
Perhaps its fate our lives have intertwined
Because just when everything to this bird starts making sense
The eagles come and sweep away his self confidence
Yet a bird so strong still needs to learn to fly
F

Dark redDrink not my blood, for my poluted mind -
can't find a heal

Me, You, An angel -
doesn't have a last sin.

Glitter on the pageThere is glitter on my fingertips,
As they stroke across the page,
Its all black and red to you,
But I see it glimmer and form.

She didn't have to make that joke,
As it cut into my trusting heart,
Black, yes, everything is black,
This is why I stay silent.
That was a secret she laughed about.
And you laughed too,
"I'm used to it."

He won't leave my dreams,
And I can never sleep.
Lets wash this blood red marker,
away in the sink.
This is why I am insomniac.
The bullet noise forever imprinted in my mind.
You just smile,
"Well, he's in a better place now."

She never had to use my life against me,
Those low blo

In Which Passion Fails to Appearthan that colder, lowly light—
none has felt less right
as your lips glide over mine,
synchronized; a most bitter wine.

can one help thoughts held
deep into the night, conscience quelled?
liberal drops of oil [filth-riddled liquid]
leak from your mouth to mine, our lip lock insipid.

my interest gone, displaced at first touch—
your lips now a feckless crutch;
sorry my dear…
it seems my passion has yet to appear.

First LoveWhen the Sun has faded
And stars no longer shine
Memories shall linger
And pay no heed to time
Your smile left me breathless
Your face, I see it still
That 'accidental' touch
That gave me such a thrill
Those sleepless, lonely nights
That ushered loves first tears
The beating of my heart
Whenever you appeared
Innocence surrendered
Into your tender arms
First love lasts forever
We hold it like a charm
I will not forget you
You taught me, oh so much
Still my sweet beloved
I hunger for your touch...

The Sunset at MorningShe was the beauty,
the grace,
and danced down the hall
with calloused feet.

She spoke with pungent
words and tart truths,
all softened by her curve
that shone white
like a hyena's grin

A friend she had many,
a true one would be none,
for she built this shell around her,
made for building,
not for falling down.

ClownYou became a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
Jumping from here to there
Smiling until your tears make you drown

And you get flashback of the past
That cold November night
When the winds shattered your hopes
It was forbidden to dream of light

You can't help it
You bleed your tears away
The owner of your soul is wanted
Your ship is so far from this bay

You've got nine lives
But you're left with one
Who will take it?
Its killer is unknown

You're a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
When you cry,
You never leave a sound

Silly Little GirlSilly little girl,
you dance in the rain,
and wish on stars at 11:11.
Don't you know this is all in vain?
(Sorry, not sorry)

Silly little girl,
you smile when you should cry,
you quiver when you should laugh,
silly little girl, I'm sorry to lie.
(Sorry not sorry)

Silly little girl,
shouldn't you break apart?
I must say I try my best
to make your life hard.
(Sorry not sorry)

Oh, silly little girl,
are you dead yet?

Vie NoirYou were the promise of regret,
destiny wrapped in an egg shell,
something that temperance would not allow.

And you looked at me with cloudy eyes,
sipping your excuses while choking on tomorrow.

(We were the privileged few that God chose to endure the hopeless)

And you cursed my name while confessing every lie.
My borders grew as you clawed for the limits of absolution.

(We were the privileged few whose skin was hard to pierce)

And you loaded that gun with false bravado and ill intent.
The world was watching as you aimed it at the future.

(We were the privileged few who never forget to empty the chamber)

And you stared into the no

The Bambi syndrome(Dis)regarding logic and sensibility
I like to sit on railway tracks, feeling the vibrations beneath my finger tips
Just beneath the blood vessels and haemoglobin
The whirring of the air being sucked out from my lungs
Chicken is not a game for the faint hearted

She called me reckless, and that scared her
Because I craved the adrenaline to flush out the morphine
I balance on bridges, always teetering
Cheshire cat grins as we run across highways
Darting blurring hues of monochrome grey and black cars
In the dark, only headlights visible
Deer in the headlight

Then we ran to abandoned warehouses
Smashed windows and ate shards of glass
Drowning

AddictedAddicted

I'm addicted to a drug
a drug so intense
that it doesn't make sense
a drug you don't easily get
a drug revealing regret

I'm addicted to a drug
a drug I need every day
a drug which makes me pay
a drug allowing my heart to feel
and ignoring things that are real

I'm addicted to a drug
a drug I'm starting to hate
but can't get off it, it's too late
a drug I finally regret taking
a drug which keeps my body heavily shaking

I'm addicted to a drug
a drug causing me immense pain
though it's just so little, simple and plain
a drug I traded for everything I had
a drug which can only be found inside my head

A Stranger'I would promise you until always ends, but I want to live forever.'

cyanide poems
dripped off his thin lips.
wreathing water-ink.
something like saliva
and coughed-up calligraphy.

up-turned cheekbones:
a smile
dancing to the surface:
a parody of laughter--
pallid and festering.

'you're a stranger, so why should i care.'

albatross hands.
dragged out;
crashing again.

'you'll vanish today,'

fingers chilled
to sticks of flesh and bone.

'not for the first time, i hear--or the last.'

face floating:
a harsh white sky.

spume and spray
spread out
like a too-taunt sheet.

surrender reaching:
frozen
and
languid.
longing

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DepressionI feel it
clawing at my skin
digging at my veins
it's everywhere
underneath the fabric of my nails
my skin crawling as its canvas
the teeth gnawing at my legs
I am a sinking ship (by my own destruction)
cast away the life boats
but will always
be stuck out at sea
so lonely but has many friends
so unhappy all I am are scars
numb to affection
except to the feelings that kill me
I am breaking
I'm so sorry ~~Mom~~ ~~Dad~~ ~~Ian~~ myself

Love Makes Us Coldhe was a boy
driving in the Daytona 500
and just when you
think he's about to slow down
for you to climb in
he drops his motor to
a whisper
and tells you
"I'm sorry that I love you."
and speeds away
while your palms are
still
clamped
into the door
and
your knees drag against
the road
because you scraped your knees
falling for him
I can't let go and you can't hold on
and I
banged on the glass
"let me in!"
but you
shook your head
"you'll only get hurt."
and then I release,
tossed in a ditch
only half way to my home

are you afraid of me or love?

Please Don't Go"We put things in the ground to grow"
I said
I sat at a park
bench
with my cane at my side
fingers dancing
along the frame
of my leg
when a girl
sat
with me
"Then why do we bury people?"
I shot a glance
towards my feet
and looked
at her bright ruby
slippers
tap your shoes three times and say
you want to go home
"so that they can grow."
I looked at her,
her hand
rummaging
and handing
out breadcrumbs
deep in thought.
"Why would they need to grow when they're dead?"
my eyebrows
crinkled at the question
then I spoke
"a seed starts from the ground, but unlike that, that is where we end. We grow for our death to

Let This Heaven Burn You"where is your heaven?"the man spat coldly."Where is it if we can't touch it?" he snickered and coughed out those many years of cigarettes. He started puffing another pack. I hoped he choked on those embers. My eyes rested at my feet, searching for an answer to grab me, but none did. He was growing restless yet satisfied with the entangling silence, "I was right, kids so caught up in questions they give no answers." my eyes rose to see a smug expression radiating off of him like poison; he was the lost that still won. "You going to say something?" he licked his reptile lips in amusement. "Whatever." he scoffed in a tired tone. He started walk

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First Impressions

by ~BathroomStallStories, Oct 14, 2012, 8:47:39 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I remember the first time I met her
a tower of books tucked under her chin
glasses sliding down her nose
that she wiggled like a hare's

I helped her carry the tower
to her brother's truck
him ever so persistent to return home
and her just happy to escape into literature

she slumped into the seat
the tower resting at her bare toes
she stuck out her hand
and told me her name

and laughed at the common of it

she would be a freshman after summer
same as me
her brother still urgent
had the engine roar to life

and drive away

her hand waving at me
with a broad smile bubbling over
that danced for me
and all I could think was

Love at first sight is real.

First Impressionsby ~BathroomStallStories

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

"Katelin, you're going to be a heart breaker some day." Who knew that he'd be right?

This is the story I wrote of meeting my now ex-boyfriend in his point of view. We used to visit our town's library and lay in the garden behind the building reading old poetry with rotted edges, and fairy tales of princes and princesses getting a forever after. We were laying together one day on the blanket I kept there when he rolled over and told me from since he met me he has always loved me.

Thanks for reading! Sorry for inactivity lately, I blame the terrible, terrible subject of Geometry, Algebra 2, and cross country races for being M.I.A!! Love you all!
-xoxo Katelin

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~one-rosy-cheek Dec 26, 2012

You're style of writing carries such a strong air. So charming, I love it.

~BathroomStallStories Feb 25, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you so much! I'm posting a new piece today!

~NotenSMSK Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Quite a different work since it is written from the perspective of your boyfriend rather than you yourself. Well I personally think that it is not love that happens at first sight

it is just some attraction to know the other person but that might be me

The story is quite a fleeting one. To me it was like the short moment of meeting someone you like but will probably never see again. Over all it gave a nice wibe. And I also thought that you were writing it as a girl so it sounded less Romantic but more sweet (friendship sweetness).

~BathroomStallStories Feb 25, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you! I'm posting a new piece today so keep an eye out for it!

thanks again

~NotenSMSK Mar 3, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I did look at it

although a bit late

would love if you can look at my latest one as well

although I wonder when you would be online again

~BathroomStallStories Apr 22, 2013 Student Writer

I have finals coming up so I barely get on xD but thanks again for everything!!

~NotenSMSK Apr 23, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Ah well, I am ultra busy as well so I can understand your predicament but... my predicament is tougher than yours!

not to challenge you or anything

just had to say that

~lovelyfraise Oct 26, 2012

Beautiful! *-*

~BathroomStallStories Nov 4, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you so much!

~Erin-Purdy Oct 17, 2012

I love this xD Great words used and it's so sweet c:

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