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Interactive Skit Saturday #1Lukas: PASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *gets sucked into black hole*
Dappy: Whoops- he's dead.
Lukas: *pops up behind her* Who's dead?
Dappy: HOW'D YOU DO THAT?
Lukas: Green magic~ :3
Dappy: Green magic?
Lukas: Yes, it comes with my Lukasness. *makes a llama float by*
Llama: *spits in Dappy's eye* AH SHIT
Toki: LLAMA!!! *floats after it*
Rusty: Where are we...?
Lukas: Space, of course.
Rusty: I thought we were going to the zoo...?
Lukas: This IS the zoo! *makes penguins appear*
Dappy: Won't they die out here?
Lukas: Not by the power of green magic they wont. c:
Rory: *doing flips* I LOVE SPACE! c:
Frog: *squirts toothpaste* LOOK GUYS!
Dappy: Frog... you carry around a tube of toothpaste?
Frog: Only on Tuesdays!
Rusty: It's Saturday...
Frog: EXACTLY!
Dappy: Typical Frog for yeh.
Random Baby guy: Do yeh want

You Are BeautifulImperfect;
Accepted by flawless,
Friendship;
Here to stay.
Idolism;
I can say,
You are perfect.
Your personality shines like the silver of the reflection from the moon’s brilliance on rippling pond water.
Your laughter filling me with happiness I am unable to express, but only to return by my own half-hearted wheezes, held back in chains by the pain I carry upon my shoulders.
Eyes filled with the energy of a child, face elegant and beautiful, eyebrows framing a piece of art work for everyone to see, to marvel at, to contemplate in wonder at what or who could create such beauty in such a tiny space.
I always wonder how one human, one body, one soul could contain such radiant charm. My own envy for your divine features, visible by one glance your way.
And in turn, how can such tenderness fill your heart and your breathtaking way of words has me asking for more of you. You charm alluring me wit

Numb.My heart is frozen;
My body is numb.
My mind is blank,
And my eyes dull.
The cold wind pierces my skin,
I feel nothing.
My friends scream my name-
But I hear only silence.
The silence between you and I.
I can't stand it.
I see your name-
And I can feel again;
My heart being slowly ripped apart.
So I continue to think about you,
So I feel something.
Even if it's only pain.
It's like slitting my skin with a knife,
Watching the blood slowly drip to the ground.
But worse.
The pain is internal and it never seems to leave.
Even on a good day.
I scream so loud,
doubling over and falling to the ground.
I scream over and over,
Heaving tremendous sobs.
I never seem to run out of tears.
I slam my fists against the hard ground,
Over and over,
Like I can possibly punch the pain from my body.
But I'm alone.
Nobody seems to understand,
Or care.
This has gone on too long.
And yet,
My heart still grieves for you.
Beats

I love you- I hate youHappy feelings and warmth fill my lungs and my heart and a happy smile dances across my ever emotionally changing lips and... and...
And I hate you-
I love you.
No, I don't want you-
I need you!
You don't love me-
Baby...
No-
Yes!
You don't need me-
Please don't ever let me go...

My hand, in yours, our souls connected by our intangible love. We cannot see it, but it's there. We cannot touch it, but we feel it. I cannot understand the way I feel and I... I...
Leave-
Stay forever!
You are the hurt I constantly feel-
Protect me!
You are nothing-
You are my everything!
I have lost my feelings for you-
I love you more than ever!
I can't be with you-
Hold me tight.

I long to be with you, my mind reeling at the very thought of being drowned in your embrace. Warmth radiating from your heart and you

Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?
Why it rhymes with suicide.

Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.

Soon you'll see why I lie still.

Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's

last round.

Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.

Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.

Real reason, why, tears went dry.

Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.

The more I remember,
the harder too recall.

The true answer is i'm,

alive.

But to me,

the meaning of suicide:

Is
that
you
left
me
dead
inside.

Target WeightI am afraid because I know
That I will never arrive
At a point where I am nourished
And emotionally satisfied

So to regulate my mood
I consume levels that disgrace
They suppose that this is greed
That assumption is misplaced

I’m addicted to the feeling
The short term stimulation
But that only makes me more prone
To those feelings of deflation

And stomach cramps and pains
Loose skin hanging from my bones
Eyes sinking into my skull
And those deathly grey skin tones

Will I ever fill the hole
Silence those voices for a while
I prepare my gut for sorrow
While I am spoon fed on denial

But life’s too much to digest
An acid reflux ep

Promise MePromise me,
That's all I want.
Promise you'll never forget me.
Tell me I changed you somehow.
That I had an impact on your life.
Promise you'll always remember me.
Losing you was hard enough,
But I don't want to go on...
Knowing I meant absolutely nothing to you.
Promise me you'll remember how much you loved me.
How much I meant to you.
Promise me I'll always mean something to you.
And promise that you'll think of me sometimes.
That you'll still think I'm beautiful.
And that you'll remember my voice.
Promise to remember our good times,
And let go of the bad.
Promise me you'll hear a song,
And have it remind you of me.
Promise to remember all our future plans...
Plans that will never be fulfilled.
But most of all...
Promise me you'll never completely stop loving me.

AwayI want to fly away,
up, in the sky.
down, back to earth.
I want
I want to go.
Away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere.
Just go,
Leave, let go, live.
I want to fly away,
somewhere I can stay.

The WORST Thing To Ever Happen... To My Poetry.You know you're truly heart broken when...
You feel the pain and the burden in your chest,
But you like it because it's the last thing you have of him.
When strangely enough-
He's the best and the worst thing to ever happen to you.
When you want to disappear completely and never be found again.
Your brain tells you to let him go-
But your heart won't let you.
But you hate being second to those you put first.

~~So you do it anyway.~~
And dammit- you are the WORST thing to ever happen... to my poetry.
I can't write like this.
This is hardly poetry at all!
And not even in the slightest bit appealing!
I am at a lost for words because the only thing that appeals to me is laying in bed-
And staring at the ceiling.
Do you understand what you've done now?!
As if you hadn't done enough damage.
I hope you're happy.

Black RegretOur love;
A masterpiece.
Splashes of red,
They represent our love.
Love so passionate-
So strong.
Swirls of purple.
Fear.
Every question we ever asked,
All unanswered.
Blotches of orange,
Visible above all others.
Anger.
So much anger.
Green.
Slashes of green.
Laughter...
And happiness,
Cutting through our fear.
Blue drips-
Like tear drops.
The sadness...
The tears that you brought.
That I brought.
Yellow,
Dotted lines-
The smile I never got to see.
The whispers I never heard.
The lips I never kissed.
Pink like our romance.
The sweet nothings passed between us.
Like the hand I yearned to hold.
The giggles that filled my room at night.
Every 'I Love You' ever said.
Dullness in my heart presently.
Gray.
Losing you.
The other colors fade,
Gray only visible.
The world suddenly monochromatic.
Shades of gray replace every happy memory.
And a sudden explosion of colors.
Blue like my tears.
Yellow as pass

Puzzle PiecesI don't want to be
a puzzle piece
that just fits right inside.

I don't want to be
a difficult piece
you make fit by pounding on.

What I want to be
is that one piece
that everyone misplaces.

That lone piece that's lost
under the couch
or between the cushions.

That strange piece that
everyone hates when lost,
but adores when found.

That simple piece that
everyone wants
and everyone searches for.

That perfect piece that,
when found,
completes the puzzle perfectly.

That independent piece that
can easily fit,
but doesn't want or need to.

That free piece that
will appear to you
only when it's fully ready.

That one piece that
will change ev

she reminds me of myselfI'm sorry, Alice, the looking glass lies.
Flowers don't sing
and hares don't keep time.
Your world of wonder
is all make believe -
Why else would your reflection
giggle and wink?

You aren't a child any longer, my dear.
Have a matchstick for your dreams
and a hammer for that mirror.
Our hands may be calloused
as we coddle our pasts
but delusions are enemies
and wistful muses pass.

I will wait for you, darling,
I will write for you, lass.
I will capture life's beauty
and contain it in glass.
Though, the singing that lingers
is the voice of my own.
The fragrant flowers are dying
even while their seed is sown.

You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.

If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.

If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.

If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.

If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.

If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.

If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.

Poetry,it’s like cultivating a greenhouse
with broken fingers.

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I'd hide my face away and cry.
And if I didn't know any better,
Baby, I'd let myself die.
And maybe I don't know any better,
My imagination's bone dry.
Baby, I don't know any better,
Maybe I don't even try.
So you can just toss me aside,
Again.
But I don't know how I
Could do this without you.
And I don't know how I could go on.
And I don't how I
Could do this without you.
And I don't know how I could go on.
Don't let my love go to waste.
Aren't you so sick of living this way
In fear we didn't learn from yesterday.
But maybe life goes on.

InsanityOne taste of you
Like an ever sickly-
Sweet concoction
That drives me off
The edge of sanity
But only then
Do I realize I never
Heald a legitimate place
There to being with.

Welcome To EarthWhere days are long and
Tongues become tied
With the word pollution
Spilling from our voice boxes
Infecting the rest of
Our souls with the vile
Speech of the wicked
And the appraising looks
Of the mindless
followers bore into
The wrong ideas.
And nature is ripped
Mercilessly apart by
The hands of
Animals who are
Not in their right
Mind but believe they
Are doing good.
Where our eyes are
Glazed over like tiny
Glass marbles and we
Appear asleep but we
Continue surge past
Seeking the nonexistent light
Of the power source we have
Developed a hankering for.
Where lust overcomes love
Overcomes wisdom overcomes
Life itself and we
Change so subtly to
Enhance our bodies instead
Of our minds.
Where the glory of
Music and the words
Of our ancestors are
Thrown into the
hands of machinery
Where we all end up
Anyway. Welcome
To Earth.

Happy Mothers Day (Finished)Mom,
This letter is typed because your daughter is a lazy bum and its gotten to the point where I really can't write unless my fingers are tapping rapidly against plastic keys and black, printed letters are sprawled across a blank white screen.
I don't dare touch pencil because there's no backspace attached and otherwise requires moving my wrist.
And being a writer means only staring intently at a sheet of lined-paper for hours at a time and ending up with nothing but lead smudges on the side of your hand to show for it.
I'm not a perfect daughter.
("Congratulations, it's a...")
Quite frankly, I'm far from even a good daughter and I have a lot of making up to do.
But look at you go, Wonder Woman!
(I used Wonder Woman because I'm not all that creative and, honestly, what's wrong with Wonder Woman? I bet she's super.)
(No pun intended.)
(...Okay maybe a little.)
The more people ask me, "How does your Mom do it?" the les

UnreadableLike a moon with many faces,
You can't read me.
Crying one minute,
Faking smiles in the next.
Finding hidden talents in
The pain people put me through.
Not so bad after all,
Is it?
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."

"Why are you crying?"
"It's nothing."

We have a hundred million problems,
And we need to solve
Them all before we
Get to the big problem.
Which really means
We're just like everyone else.

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to the head.
Takes one noose
to the neck.
Two slits of
the wrists.
Takes one person
To say "I need you."

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This is My Voice

by *AnnieBird, Feb 20, 2013, 3:10:16 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Urban & Spoken Word

This is my voice

It wasn't my choice

I never learned to... be quiet.

Graves are only boxes

I'm not dead yet, but who's counting?

The clock is

Time doesn't exist-

Clock's exist

I don't cut my wrist

I'm not pissed

But I'm sad.

I want to be a writer

But instead, I'm bitter

Down comes the rain,

pitter patter pitter

Against the window pane

I don't really know how to rhyme

But if I had a dime

For every time

I crumpled up a piece of paper,

I'd be rich.

But I'd have to give it all back for wasting trees.

You can't win against society

They don't get that people come in variety

Causing people anxiety over their body

And the way they look.

They bring out the book

I say, "What book?"

They say, "The bible."

Is it really that reliable?

Christians are undeniable

But it isn't justifiable.

What happened to "Jesus was a friend,"?

They put that phrase to an end

Is he a judge?

Religion's a drudge

Who can I love?

Following your rules

Much like fools

And I can't help but wonder if you're only scared

If you thought like this,

But no one cared.

And you were unprepared

For when people told you you were wrong.

So you're going to judge me now?

It's hate and judgement you should disallow

Not being yourself.

But we are society, aren't we?

It's our neighbors we judge

Dragging through the mud

The sludge

And the they we dress

To impress our enemies.

Wasting money on things we don't even want.

Nobody looks the same

But everyone has to aim higher

Because beauty is the game

Everyone wants to join in.

This is my voice

It wasn't my choice

And I'll never learn to be quiet.

This is My Voiceby *AnnieBird

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Urban & Spoken Word

This is my very first spoken word poem. I'll probably add more onto it later when I think of more. I've been writing this all day. I really want to be a spoken word poet and go to Open Mic. Nights at cafes and book stores around, but I have performance anxiety so this pressure build up in my chest and I can't breathe, so it's going to take a lot of practice. Tell me what you think of this? Critique me, I should say.
Thanks, guys.

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~DarkerHours Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Umm... in the line "And the they we dress" is it supposed to be "And the way we dress"?
(I like this poems so I'm just hoping you don't freak out that I tell you that you may have a grammar mistake