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My ChildhoodI loved them all (the handicapped, dark, and poor )
I do not know why I fall
below their heel
below their foot
why is my name
soot and ashes
they said I should be
buried beneath
they tried to do
with glee
they all tromped in
to the room that day
told me I should
go a new way
a way I never
they confused me
what did they mean?
So many years ago
now I know
they all told me
die alone
we need not you
your open mind
You
fight for equality
tell us we should not be
beating others down
into the ground
We
see you and
those you stand beside as trash
we need you to be ash
in the funeral Pryor
that is what you are wo

Anti-Bullying ProseEvery word is
a knife
metaphorically

Every laugh
is a cut
possibly

Every taunt
is isolation
and regret

Every insecurity
becomes
every flaw

Every flaw
becomes
a fear

And every fear
gives us a reason
to give in

Stop bullying. Anyone around you could be being bullied. Reach out.

I bet you won't read this, 'friends'.I bet you won't read this, "friends".

Sometimes we just want life to end. We want to escape our pain and stop our suffering. We don't belive what anybody says about how life is hard sometimes but that it'll work out and that we'll make it. We're sorry, but we can't belive that in that moment. On the edge of life and death. We don't think about being grateful for being able to walk, see, hear, eat good food, drink clean water and breath fresh air.

Some of us don't even have that.

Unless you're in the same boat as us you do not have any right to judge. We're not hurting ourselves and others in the process, for attention. We are not using the

Keep Holding On..."She's just a freak!"
"She doesn't even have any friends!"
"She looks goth!"
I just stared at them as they talked about me. These are just a FEW of the things they say right at my face. One of the girls pushed me, causing me to drop all of my books. "Hah, that's what you get, LOSER." I stared at her emotionlessly, though I felt tears roll down my face. I looked away from her and gathered my books, threw my book bag over my shoulder and walked out without a weird as they whispered more lies about me. As I walked home, it started raining, "Oh joy, can this day get ANY more better~?" I muttered sarcastically to

Write Your BookWrite Your Book

As two clocks tick just like a heartbeat, I wonder over my life's meaning. Why I chose to fight every singel day . Why I chose to survive. Thousands of questions run through my head. Unfortunately, I can't answer them all and the answers I do have might, to regular people, seem useless and strange.

It's the simple things. The sound of music and the millions of different styles there are. The gift I have, to be able to see all the beautiful things in the world. People, their very different ways of living, ways of seeing the same thing completely different. The touch of someone you know loves you. The hug of a caring friend. S

BullyI am the boy,
Who dresses like a girl.
The ones who wears makeup,
And idolizes Jeffree Star.

I am the gay kid.
You call me a faggot.
You tell me I'm nothing.
Your words sting like bee poison.
Nothing makes me happy.

I am the cutter.
I slit my wrists wide open.
That's how I ease the pain.
I want to curl up and die.
Death is better than this.

I am the dead one.
A victim of a bully.
An innocent man.
The kid you told to kill themself.
The one who took your advice.

Pouring my heart outYOU ARE NOT ALONE,
did you hear me?
You are not alone!
It is not your fault,
It isn't, hey, DID YOU HEAR ME?
Are you listening?
There is hope!
There is love,
Happiness is a choice
but you have to try to overcome the pain first,
you have to decide that whoever hurt you is not worth your anger
That you WILL NOT let them control your life or emotions
That you are stronger than they are
BECAUSE YOU ARE A BETTER PERSON
Because you are loved
Because you would never hurt someone the way you have been hurt

You are hope,
It's there, I can see it in you.
I can feel it in your words and yes,
even in your pain.
I know that you can d

Mistake"Mistake"
Sullen eyes betray me
The tears scream as they run down my face
"Unwanted"
I hide my self away in my small space
Over crowded with memories
"Useless"
Deep pain running through my chest
Small gasps escape my pursed lips
"Regret"
Living day in and day out the same
Expected to be able to fix my self,
While carrying the burden of torn wings.
"Hopeless"
Just stop trying to fix me
Pretend the smile is real
That I'm not broken.

UnnieHair pulled back
Because it was out of her face
Always wore comfy clothes
Just in case

An angel through the eyes of others
Glistening smile brightened the day
Worries they were left behind
While she was there to stay

In our hearts we forever cherish
Her beauty held deep within
Mourning for the loss
Of what they call a sin

The torturous rope tied tight
We cannot hear her silent cry
Her tears, they fall
In a life of lies

She lay at peace
In a coffin they made
"You're in a better place now
We love you, Jade"

Morbid HeartThese painful tears still fall down
For the suffering I never give in
Angel wings of mine covered in crimson
Had forgotten how to fly long time ago

This little piece of ice I hold in my hands
For it shows the coldness deep inside
These eyes now empty and merciless
No tears, no more tears I shed

In this forest of darkness I walk
As a deadly shadow of the night
I roam forevermore these paths
There is still lost beauty within

These morbid thoughts better hide
They have darkened innocent hearts
Once so warm, pure and loyal
Turned into the worst suffering

His vicious life
Ends as the dawn rises

This shattered heart of mine I give

CagedYou caught me inside of your greedy hands.
And locked me away in an iron rod cage.
You wrapped me in chains, stronger then I.
There's no hope to fly away and hide.
These tattered wings wont help me now.
I sit in the corner, the silence louder then sound.
But when you speak each word cuts me like razors.
Each piece of abuse is only making me weaker.
And whisper to my self, reinsurance and false hope.
But I can't seem to find the courage or strength to escape
No matter the grief and agony that fills me
I secretly know, that I deserve to be here.

He is..He is the reason i have anxiety attacks
He is the reason i barely am able to deal with my depression
He is the reason i have anger issues
He is the reason i hate this family
He is the reason i grew up mentally abused
He is the reason that my mind is falling apart
He blames me.
He calls me the "asshole"

He is my Father

But not my dad.

to:and i remember
standing by the mirror tears
swelling up inside of
me and every breath
was another waste
of space between my
ribcage and my soul

and it's funny, really
how when you lie
to someone, you still
know the truth
and swallow the guilt
in a bowl every single
morning with your
corn-flakes and skim
milk, and in the old
days what i saw in the
mirror, that
was black and white and
red all
over

you
see, these
wings, you've given
me;

and now i am learning, child
hood again i think they
call this growing
up, learning to
live
day by day - not day
to day, mind -
learning
to smile in the
sun and
b

I Can't"One more."

"No I don't want to"

"Come on, Sarah
Just one more"

"I can't"

"Weak.
You're disgusting
Look at your stomach, how it sticks out"

I pull myself up into another sit-up
And back down again

"No more. Please, Anna"

"Fine, you want to be fat? Your choice."

I collapse onto my bed, breathing heavily

"Look, Sarah, I'm only doing whats best for you.
How are people ever going to love you if you're fat?"

"I know. I'll try harder. I swear I will"

"I know you will. Anyway, you have me. I don't mind what weight you are.
Sarah, I love you no matter what"

"I love you too, Anna"

"And 100 pounds isn't too bad, you're getting there.

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Bullied

by ~0L50NJ4, Aug 22, 2012, 5:47:21 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Songs & Lyrics

He was by best friend
I tried to help him

But a dark cloud
so black, came down
engulfed the soul I knew.

I watched the lightnin'
turn into
silent hiding
the day I caught his wrist
what is this
the scars were emotional

It was always hovering
what was it
that seeped inside
into his heart.
into his very mind now

I know who and what it is,
the sneers, jeers
glares an' stares
everyone whisperin'
in eachothers ears
was just to much to bear.
(He said he didn't care) - 1 Min mark

He gave up sleeping,
then eating,
He said no one cared
when he tried to tell his mom.

I recall that day,
the look on his face!
            (it turned from smiles and laughter
            to tears and fears)
shivering as he walked away!

I recall that very day,
The look on his face!
shivering as he walked away!

Tell me what they say
what their sayin' to ya' now,

Tell me what they say
what their yellin' at'chyeah now,
tell me what they're
whispering
behind your back now!
( screamed into your face,
                  pushed you into place)
taunts, threats
warnings, not just from the kids we knew,
it was the teachers too.
Oh God we reached out,
tried to get some help,
but everyone
even his parents
denied
the world he and I
we all knew.
The screams and jeers,
beatings, sneers
as we walked through the halls

(Bridge) 2:20 mark
I recall!
Ahh!
I
Ahh!
I recall!
(Bridge)

He gave up that day
right after school
and walked into
another world
I could not go to.

they all said
he had no place

oh his life,
was it so worthless!?

I watched as the
hollowness
descend!
I could not,
god though I tried
my words could not break through

the look upon his face
He did his best,
to hide the shame

But I could see straight through
that mask was entirely lucent

Bullied to,
bullied to,
Bullied to,
the breaking point!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Don't tell me
don't tell me now
he was worthless
this is what you all did
and I am left
to pay the price
and pick up what is left
am I the only one who regrets

Sending him to school.

Bulliedby ~0L50NJ4

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Songs & Lyrics

You know how you're supposed to be doing something and for whatever reason your artistic side, creative side, brain what have you decides it's NOT going to do what you NEED to do (like work) it's going to run off and to THIS instead?
...
:-/!
yeah.
I've got one of those, hell weeks? Nights? I donno.
either way I've been reading a LOT of Bullied and Victim stuff lately and well, having been EXTREMELY HARRASSED a.k.a. Bullied myself when I was young I totally identify.
Hell, I STILL am; by my own family.
(My Dad esp. >X-P!)
But yeah, there you go.

So I ended up staying up all night (It's 7:30 a.m. now and I'm still up >X_P!) and writing this.
*chuckle

*

It's a Bully Sing Along! lol! :-D

I put the lyrics as best I could to Nicklebacks - "Just to get High" song.

See if you can sing along to it with what I wrote here

I tried all night and couldn't, partially cause I'm OLD and SLOW now

P!

Well, let me know what you all think.
and maybe I'll put up the FAR BETTER Lyrics that don't really go with the tune, but say a LOt more and are just plain better.
for now though, I'm going to sleep.
night!
-_- Zzzz...!

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~gothchick913 Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

this is so sad but the way you wrote it really brings the emotions to the forefront

~0L50NJ4 Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes, Thank you very very much.
^_^

Love:

^_^

Most of what I write it is "Soul Speak" as I've termed it.My soul itself just drying out.

~gothchick913 Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

i know what you mean....i usually write to release pent up emotions

~0L50NJ4 Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yeah.
:-/
Thanks for the comment. It helps.

~gothchick913 Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

your welcome. glad to help

~0L50NJ4 Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

^_^

~paulypants Aug 24, 2012

This piece would be perfect for a project we are developing -- an online gallery for artists who have been bullied or who explore the theme of bullying in their work. It's called the You Will Rise Project. Check it out here: [link] and let us know if you would be willing to share this piece on the site. Read the "Submit Your Work" section of the site for details and follow the instructions there to send us your submission. Thanks!

~0L50NJ4 Aug 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you very very much.

I would very much like to submit to your site.
I also have one other poem that just happened tonight.

It's, "My Childhood". It might go a bit better with your theme.

I would very much like to submit it also, if you'd be willing.

I'll go check out the site and see.
thank you so much.
^_^

^_^

~the-stephy-powers Aug 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is so sad. I can relate to it in some weird way...

~0L50NJ4 Aug 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh, how?
And thank you for commenting.

^_^

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