Poetry.

The shackles I wear are starting to wear
My soul into a world of pain.
The nightmares in my mind are pushing
My sanity to the brink of breaking.
The ribbons around in my hair
Are fraying with each second I fight.
Can't you see me falling apart?
The words I say no longer have
Meanings, for there is no emotion.
The sickness I have is from my
Own venom, poisoning myself.
The eye liner is running from
My tears escaping their locked prison.
Can't you see I'm broken?
You come to me and say
"I would fix you, but you're perfect."
I reply simply that I am broken.
"Perfect."
"Damaged."
"Perfect."
"Worthless."
"Let me fix you, then."
But, how can I when you think I'm not broken at all?
Can't you see I'm missing half of my
Soul?
Heart?
Mind?
Sanity?
How will you fix the unknown?
How can you save me from
Myself?

A Dreamer

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You are a dreamer who is able to see both the good and the bad sides of our world. Sometimes you get lost in your own world, thinking something deeply or simply having a daydream. At the first sight you might look shy, but when people get to know you they find out that you're actually a bit crazy and really fun to be around. You don't always speak your mind, but you usually listen carefully to those around you and not many things get past your eyes... but only if you are not in your world.You often like to be left alone, dealing with your thoughts or taking it easy by reading, writing or drawing.You are a very caring person who puts others infront of yourself, therefor you are deeply loved by your friends and family. Go you! ^.^
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Castles in the Sky.

Do you ever question your life?
Do you ever wonder why?
Do you ever see in your dreams...
All the castles in the sky

Oh tell me why
Do we build castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why
All the castles way up high
Please tell me why
Do we build castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why
All the castles way up high

Do you ever question your life?
Do you ever wonder why?
Do you ever see in your dreams...
All the castles in the sky

Oh tell me why
Do we build castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why
All the castles way up high
Please tell me why
Do we build castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why
All the castles way up high

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So, nothing to report. Just a good song.

The Truth About Heaven...

But that's not why I'm here.
I came out here to tell you
It rained in Heaven all day long.
I want to find you so bad
To let you know, I'm miserable
Up here without you.

Lately, I've realized that I'm kinda infatuated by death. What will happen to me? Does the past matter in it? Will the fact that I don't know what my orientation is affect it? Will one decision now affect the whole thing? I know that I trust God to let me into Heaven, but am I meeting all of the quatlifications? Why do different churches have different "sins" that will not allow you to go to Heaven? What if I didn't know and had no choice in the matter?

I'm just ranting now. No one needs to answer those. Good day.

~Belle

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Poisoned.

I will not let you take over again, your lack of virtuous

Life. You were once my hero and life line, but you gave up

That right. I refuse to let you take over again with the words

Of poison and betrayal sugar-coated as nice as an ad for

Chocolates.

There are no more bonds that we share.

I release your poison from my veins

With all of the rust flavored lies in the needles.

I refuse to agree to any sound you make, or hold onto

The betrayed lines of yarn in your web of drugged

Paranoia.

I give up the love that you once shoved upon me,

Like a burden that I no longer with to carry without question.

For now, I have learned to question everything.

You will not hold me

You will not hold me

You will not hold me

You will not hold me

I will not fear my chance to speak up.

I will not fear my chance to fight against the wrongs.

I will not fear my chance to become something of worth.

I will not fear my chance to be remembered.

I will not fear my chance to be loved.

I will not fear my chance to become who I truly am.

To be me, to be me, Father.

You have poisoned me with my own kindness.

You have spiked the very soul with my knowledge.

Alas, you killed my heart, but I left it unprotected.

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Yeah, so....

This was a poem I wrote about my dad. It's kinda obvious, if you think about it.

I started crying on my keyboard, what a mess. . . Kinda like my life lately.

I've been snapping for no reason, and I really don't want that happening anymore.

It's not me, it's just something that happened to me. LIke what happened with that girl. It has an affect on me, but isn't me. You know?

I'm writing everything down again. Forming an outlet to my anger, hate, pain, sorrow, happiness, and whatever I feel. to stop the snapping. To stop the strangeness. To keep my world spinning, you know?

Well, that's it.

Good night and good luck.

--Belle