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Shall I?Shall I tell you
How dumb you really are?

Shall I tell you
That your IQ doesn't reach far?

Shall I tell you
Your dumb as a stump?

Shall I tell you
That you're just a giant lump?

You really need a life,
And eyes to see
That all those words you are throwing?
Don't mean shit to me.

So talk and talk your little heart out.
I won't be the one to pout
So talk and talk and talk your trash.
I can assure you, your pride will be turned to mash.

Green emotion"What'll be yer' poison this evening', sir?"
I did not immediately confer.

"Love," I slurred eventually.
Tonight and every other night.
Increasing doses monthly,
A form of self-directed spite.

"Now huddle in closer, men.
I'll tell the tale of a boy shrouded in innocence.
Gave away lilies and a silver ring,
To a girl that made his fair head spin.

The power in those pretty hands,
Whose nails resembled sharpened talons,
When she ripped out his beatin' heart,
And threw it in her loaded cart.

Love, it hurts,
Rejection burns.
So, he turned to the tavern,
Where, each night, he tells how his heart was left an empty cavern…"

ContradictoryWhy do I aim to be
unique
and
normal
All at the same time?

I'm hereYou're not fat
You're not ugly
Don't be sad
I think you're lovely,
You're not weak
You must be strong
Your heart is deep
But it is not wrong,
I am also here
To always help you
To wipe away your tear
And to get rid of your fears,
So don't go
Don't look away
I don't want to be alone
There's many things I need to say,
My home is your home
My strength is your strength
And you'll never have to be alone.

Don't look backRun far and run fast,
Run from you problems; run from your past.

Time to flee, time to take flight,
Time to leave; and run through the night.

You Are SpecialYou are special.

Yes, you. Sitting there, reading this. You are special. And I'm going to tell you why.

The way I think about my life, is that it's a book. I'm the main character, and also the author. In other words, I'm the guy living my life, but I can also control it.

In the same analogy, you can end the story whenever you want to. However, that's a sad ending, and nobody likes those. Nobody will buy the book if it's short, or depressing.

But... it's kind of hard to phrase this. I'm trying to say that YOU are YOU. You're nobody else, and the fact that you are you can mean anything - but it also means that you have to deal with your own

Life Is What You Make Of ItWho says the world must only be dark,
With cruel ironies behind the singing of a lark?
Some wait for a spark to lead them to the mark,
But instead hear a bark and get eaten by a shark,
Crude metaphor, but I'm trying to hold a rhyme,
And twice in a line isn't easy all the time,
Live life to the full, and if you look back,
Make sure you remember what's up ahead in the track,
Don't get absorbed, but don't you ever forget,
As the memories may be helpful when you're upset,
If you make bad decisions, don't drown in regret,
Take it in your stride, and never lose a step,
Your life is yours to walk, and to mold,
Will you break the rules,

The Reason To Survive GriefIt feels like life can be nothing but a tragedy,
No matter how hard you try, you can't escape reality,
I've been trying to give up on attempting to escape,
I need to focus on what's almost taking shape,
There are times when I wonder if it's all futile,
We can't escape grief, not something so vile,
But we must overcome the burden, struggle, carry on,
And I know; it can be harder than winning a marathon,
But if we don't even try; if we end up giving in,
Then we're all missing out, and the grim reaper wins,
We all need hope, because without hope is despair,
If sorrow's all that's left, what else is there?
It's not easy, heaven knows

The Mystery Of MeHow horrible, knowing I'm the only one to blame,
Know matter how I look at it I still see the same,
I could move on, but I get in my own way,
I hinder my own progress almost every single day,
No matter how I look at it, I'm psychologically weak,
I keep grasping at thin air for the answers that I seek,
If I get a catch, I throw it as far as I can,
I don't want to move forward, yet I want to understand,
What made me become this way? I'm getting angry, feeling pissed,
No matter how hard I look, there's still something I've missed,
"I've broken it myself, so I'm sure I can fix it",
You're in way too deep, so don't give me that shit!
I

Your ProtectorI don't really know what to say...
I think about you every day,
When I see you, my heart skips a beat,
Even if it's from down the street,
This is cliché, but oh so true,
I just can't help but still love you,
I feel I've said this all before,
Yes it's you I do adore,
Over this I have no control,
So sit back and watch emotions roll,
Lost again in my own mind,
I should know this place, instead, I'm blind...

But hey, I guess it's not all bad,
When you're around, I'm not so sad,
You cheer me up when I'm depressed,
If I need help, you try your best,
In return, it works both ways,
I'll protect you when you're dazed,
When it's

It's My Fault, So I Can Fix ItThere's only one person I can blame for my problems and that's me,
I've not had the strength I need to become who I want to be,
The question is how to become strong when you're weak?
I've let myself become this fragile, self-doubting freak,
And I hate that, so I'm searching for a way to transform,
Swap my sorrow for delight, switch out my coldness with warm,
I need to embrace the real me, let my spirit run free,
Learn to swim, fight against the currents of the sea,
And when I reach land, I'll get up and I'll stand,
I'll walk along the beach, counting every grain of sand,
But it's annoying, it's astounding, I have the answers and I'm

who's that girl?The boy asked his friend, "Who's that girl over there?'
The friend then replied, "The owners niece"
But the friend's brother atually knew who she was.
She's the girl with the dark brown hair.
The girl with the most beautiful brown eyes.
She's the girl that never really smiles,
but sometimes not all the times, but some
you can catch a glimpse of her smile with those big dimples.
She's the girl who says she wants to be left alone,
but really just wants someone to be there for her.
She's the girl with the mean attitude,
but only because she's afraid of getting hurt.
She's the girl who makes you think she laughs it off,
but really sh

StandTo everyone who's fallen, get back on your feet,
Don't just sit there shaking! Get up and own the street,
If you're terrified of going through that shit,
Ain't nothing you can do but grit your teeth and bear it,
Face it head on, show no fear, be proud,
Raise your voice, be heard, shout it out loud,
I am me, not anybody else,
I can stand tall, and believe in myself,
I won't sit, I'll make a stand today,
I won't let negativity stand in my way!
If you take the leap of faith and you fall,
Be proud of yourself for leaping at all,
You're allowed to live because you're alive,
Don't let pessimism break your stride,
I'll have no excuses,

Devotion And RiskYou won't strip away my dignity,
...will you?
As I'm tearing down the walls to let you in.
I hope you know,
Just what you mean,
And how I feel within.
We're in love,
And we're still young,
We can do anything we wish.
But young or not,
I've not forgot,
Heartbreak is a bitter, hurtful dish.
You mean so much,
It's a risky leap,
But it's worth it if we end up together...
So don't forget,
Never regret,
And maybe, we may just last forever.
You mean so damn much to me,
You light me up and set me free,
There are no words, I don't know where to start.
But all I know,
Is how I love you,
So here's devotion - I give to you, my hear

I'll Protect HerThis is a fantasy I made up in my head this morning about what I'd say if I met the girl I love's father. I decided to write it down here because I don't want to lose the words I thought up.

***

"Good to meet you, sir." I say.

"You too, Kristian. How are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Good, good." He pauses. "Daughter, may you go to your room for a bit please? I want to talk to Kristian for a second."

"Dad!" She begins to protest.

"It's fine," I tell her. "I'll meet you up there in a minute."

She looks between us, and then goes upstairs.

"So, uhhh..." her Father begins. "How long have you known my daughter now?"

"A couple of years, I'd

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Be Beautiful

by ~Nightmare060, Jan 11, 2011, 10:03:27 AM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

You know what they say about beauty?
Buy more buy more buy more!

Are you skinny and curvy?
If not, you're ugly and fat!
Buy these new pills! New diet! New food!
Loose weight now! Shed your body of more and more pounds!
Be Beautiful.

Do you have baby clear skin?
If not, you're revolting and wrinkly!
Buy more Lipstick! Foundation! Eyeliner!
Buy more makeup now! Cover your face in more and more chemicals!
Be Beautiful.

Do you like to wear fashionable clothes?
If not, you're disgusting and a tramp!
Buy a new top! New dress! New Coat!
Buy more new fabrics now! Cover your body in more and more colors!
Be Beautiful

God forbid you're happy with your weight!
Happy with you're Skin.
Happy without clothes.
Happy with yourself.
Happy without products.
Feel Beautiful.

You can't be happy with yourself!
You can't be happy with you're weight! You're much to fat!
You can't be happy with you're skin! It's much to ugly!
You can't be happy without clothes! You're an indecent pervert!
You can't be happy with yourself! You need to buy more products!
To be Beautiful.

Have you ever stopped to think?
Maybe I'm not to fat?
Maybe my skin isn't ugly?
Maybe I don't need all those clothes?
Maybe I don't need to buy more products?
To be Beautiful.

Who are they to say?
You're normal shape isn't fat?
You're normal skin isn't ugly?
You're not a pervert without clothes?
You must want more and more products?
To be Beautiful.

Who's to say what Beauty is anyway?
Why should you have to buy more, buy more, buy more?
Maybe instead, there's only one thing you need.
To be yourself, who you want to be!
So you are the only one who can say;
I am Beautiful.

Be Beautifulby ~Nightmare060

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

A poem about an issue that is very important to me. Exploitation of body image and unreasonable social standards!

This is about everything that naturism is standing against.

~cute-tiger Feb 27, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Very true and well writen peom

~kellyrose95 Jan 12, 2011

this is very beautiful it almost made me cry. I don't know how people can be so stupid and judge based on looks.good job and keep up the good work

~Nightmare060 Jan 12, 2011

Thank you very much! I'm really surprised how good a reception this has got. I personally don't see the human body as anything indecent or immoral. More like each person is their own work of art, similar builds but no two designs exactly the same. If we are beautiful to someone then that's all that matters! Regardless of body size.

~kellyrose95 Jan 12, 2011

exactly i agree

~Nightmare060 Jan 12, 2011

Hence why I see no need to hide it, weather and location permitting

. BTW, speaking of art, I highly recommend you look up sculptures by Ron Meuck. He does hyper real sculptures and damn they are amazing!

~Neko-LUVS-Usagi Jan 11, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

beautiful~ i look however the hell i look. i dont care what the other people have to say, unfortunately, they think i do care. but yea, its beautiful and just about sums it up!

~Nightmare060 Jan 12, 2011

Thank you very much! I've had way to many girls say that their ugly simply because they're not size 0. Skinnyness is really over-rated! People shouldn't have to be ashamed of their bodies, regardless of size.

~Neko-LUVS-Usagi Jan 12, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Exactly! i am nowhere near a size zero, but i am beautiful anyway. and unfortunately, i have friends that tell me their fat when their not, and that they're ugly because they're fat...i slap them and yell at them because their stupidity.

~Nightmare060 Jan 12, 2011

Yeah, what a load of rubbish! The way I see it, Chubby girls have more to cuddle with. Anyone who would reject people for not being perfect is just plane shallow!

~Neko-LUVS-Usagi Jan 12, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

true!

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