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Who's That Girl?Who's that girl?
With the bloody nose
And a broken heart
But nobody knows

How she's suffered
How she's cried
When she's left alone
And her dreams had died

Who's that girl?
All by herself
Who hides her feelings
On a shelf

Who is she
What's her name
It's a crime
And a shame

That when that girl
Comes around
There's not a friend
For her to be found

That girl is crying
But no one cares
The world turns
Its face unawares

She's looking for love
She wants a friend
She has high hopes
But in the end

She's left with nothing
She's flat on her back
Her heart just broke
With a loud crack

But no one heard it
No one cares
No

She Hides From Time to TimeThere she stands-
Or so it seems.
Dancing through deadly daydreams.

A single flare-
To light the dark.
Prancing past my passive heart.

Her I chase-
Across all time .
Tearing through my tired mind.

Once I fall-
Or fail the climb.
Still she saves me one more time.

Inspiration is her name.

untitled 4.12 winter nights, summer daze
i beat my fists along the dirt.
i am exhaling smoke and fireflies in angst.
soft teenage rebellion pulses through my veins
and yet i am freezing.
i will become a stone angel in the moonlight
forever frozen in my desperation to escape.
yet as the sun begins to set
and my toes begin to change color
i will sit along the shoreline, crying out
"I exist I exist!"

unfathomed depthsIt took years
to build a home
like that.

Dreams he had,
reality in which
he is.

It took years...

A house
in which he
creates peace,
but the pieces
of happiness
are too small.

It took years...

Dreams he had,
life he lives,
emptiness he feels,
even walls whisper.

Days are long,
and almost the same,
nothing new to
awake the joy,
dreams are buried
a long time ago,
tho man still lives.

Empty and sad,
angry and bitter,
he still lives in the house
in which he used to
plan his future,
dreams that kept him alive,
tho pieces of happiness
are too small,
it took years to built
a home like that.

It took years
fo

hey boy, I'm bleeding without you
I guess you could say I've been infatuated with death,
but I'm even more consumed by you
in the deadliest way possible.

Shake It OffSelective collective
- coagulating -
regret accumulating against you.

Re - living it was the easy part.

No way. There was no light.

Cellophane whispers
the glow of a ghost.
- heart murmurs -

I paused to savor the expansion of blood in my arteries.

A declaration of demons
- monstrosity -
impressionable weaponry.

But honestly, I was just like them. I just wanted my pound of flesh.
_____________________

f a i r y d u s tSome days I glitter in the limelight.
I dance until the soles of my feet burn,
my head sinking into the chest of my partner.
I'm amazing and exhilarating and not myself, my face painted into a mask that even I cannot recognize.
Lips plump and hair coiled, the mesmerizing stranger bats her lashes in the mirror.
If you can feel horribly lost and wonderfully carefree at the same time,
(which I know you can)
if you can dance on cold glass without hurting your toes,
then you may be my reflection,
twirling further away.
'You look beautiful', my faceless prince murmurs.
And when the clock dongs heavy and omniscient on the wall,
I run

I dreamt of a flood and you were the waterLight bulb eyes,
burning through me like
electric currents,

Your waves
crash into me
as I dream,
your ocean spits me out
through seaweed teeth,

and I love you,
but you blink light
and breathe water,
so not only am I blind,
I am drowning.

upsmokewhen thinking of you
i like a smoke or six

drive a poisonstick
deep into my lungs

rot might reach my brain
erase our wheezing laughs

nights of nicotine haze
smog mixing with sweat

you're fumes of a cig
wispy, wonderful whirls
absorbed into corners
never to be seen again

smelling of burnt skin
i'm pulled from nostalgia
and light another match

SnowLet's lose our faces tonight
Chemical anxiety and paper highs
Thrown to the curb by something stronger, small and white
While stars burn out their insides; Prometheus in the sky.

I always thought you were a lie:
Stinking pop culture curling bright around my eye
But now I wonder if your treasure is something I could find
Leaping from the bass lines into my frenzied, eager mind.

CatalystAnd we draw
Scissor shapes
In a thousand shades
Of red ink
But you, my dear,
Are color blind.

frozen/headlightsI am nervous

unsettled, unprepared
impressed to the point of
intoxication

perhaps I am playing the part of
a girlchild, reincarnated from something striped
hands-shaking, violin bones (high-
strung)

perhaps it is/has been/will be
you
is it cliché to make comparisons to
kryptonite, to
an envelope delivered with a
white settling of
anthrax?

your smile tangles with the
half-poetry you breathe out instinctively, sharp and
wintered

you are surprising like
frostbite. the soft teeth of morning
freeze; and I, dull, wordless,
naive and lightning-struck

I am nervous

InkShe looked around the box she was trapped in
As she took the knife and cut open her chest
All that was left of importance to her was her broken pen
Breathing in and out, slowly
Her box was filling with ink...
It was time

...

She jabbed the pen in her chest
Her wishes skimmed the last of her sanity
Trying to remember when the world was bright
Instead of covered with dark
Ink

Her blood turned black
Still obbsessing with her story book dreams
Of taking her pathetic thoughts of insanity
And making her pen drip poetry

So she grabbed her notebook
Her fake reality in stazas
As the snake slithered out of her chest

Her fingers shook as she used

Can You Hear Me?Tell me if you can hear me
because I can't see you yet.
Could you say that you know me
if we haven't even met?

Listen to my words if you can hear them
because I don't know who you are.
Could you say that you understand them
if you're not willing to look far?

Tell me if you can hear me
because I can't tell if you're real.
Could you say that you know me
if you don't know what I feel?

Listen to my words if you can hear them
because I don't understand you.
Could you say that you understand them
if you can't decipher a clue?

Tell me if you can hear me
because I don't think you can.
Could you say that you know me
if your attempts are really bla

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Butterflies

by ~frostyshadows, Nov 18, 2012, 1:00:53 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Sometimes I still see you as rain-scented innocence
With a morbid fascination for dead butterflies.

Now you like to dye your hair the colour of their wings,
All the shades of teenage rebellion.
You seduce leather studded danger with
Smudged kohl and a touch of cold indifference.

When they leave you with bruises and broken mirrors,
You blame the heavens and the misaligned stars.

I never understood
Why you scream anger from the rooftops,
Or why you keep gossamer swallowtails in a glass jar.

Do you still squeeze their stained glass wings
Between times new roman pages
Like you did when you weren’t afraid to be happy?

Butterfliesby ~frostyshadows

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

It came to me last night. Guess my poetry phase is still going on

At first I wrote it in third person, but I read one of my friend's poems -she's a better poet than I am, I think- and it was second person. So I changed mine to first and second person. It sounds a lot more personal that way.

Some people refrain themselves from being happy and they don't even realize it.

~gavind21 Feb 16, 2013 Student Artist

It's a good piece, very detailed imagery.

~frostyshadows Feb 16, 2013

Haha thanks!

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