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persona unica¿¿ única??
¿una persona única?
uhm es interesante aquella palabra,
la cual dice muchas cosas,
¿porque digo interesante?
pues lastimosamente esta
palabra es muy poco común,
en esta sociedad de hipocresía, falsedad y superficialidad.

la persona que se atreva a ser única, aquella persona, es muy valiente
¿porque?,pues,no se como decirlo,en pocas palabras.

una persona única es aquella que
tiene un diferente pensamiento que los demás, aquella persona
puedes ser mejor que los demás.

todos alguna vez fuimos únicos, pero la triste realidad es que
gracias a que todos, estoy diciendo todos, alguna vez tuvimos el deseo
de que esta sociedad nos aceptara

Strainbreaking face
rolling around with misery
listening voices
tears bleed
flowing hearts
blocked dreams
locked screams
what is seems
who believes
count the weeks
lonely
songs brings
heartless things
thoughtless mean
Crying me
Focus please
Catch means
Death
Swallowing breath
Shallow help
look in the well
Zero tale
Zero tell
Burning hell
Fail
Abandon shell
All of us are here

Snow Queen

She's not reacting to anyone's love,
She always stays cold,
She loves to be in snow,
And no one knows what she's capable of,
She's always alone,
She's a master of her snow world.

She's called Snow Queen,
She's always so mean,
Happiness makes her sick,
It makes her weak,
But the Queen holds on,
With the power of snow.

The Queen rules the Kingdom,
She knows the meaning of freedom,
A lot of people tried to change her,
But they became frozen,
She wants to stay away,
She don't want anyone to get in her way.

It's War!It's War!

It's war, when the father gets up in his holidays by 5 clock.
When he enters his service for the family like everyone else.
When he just attacks the pool-landscape of the Normadie.
When he raised his flag to mark his capture area.
He and 500 others.

It's war, when she attacks the discounts.
When she search for the armed conflict between her girlfriends.
When she capture ressources, she didn't need.
When she also brings scarped knees with her new summer skirt home.
She and 500 others.

It's war, when the whole humans loose their heads.
We and

Ta osobaTo osoba kochana
i powszechnie szanowana.
Wiek jej... Się nie liczy.
Serce ma jakby wyrwane z Zawiszy.
Nigdy Cię nie zawiedzie, ale doradzi.
Niebawem jej święto, więc prezencik mamy.
To ten skromny wierszyk i kilka drobiazgów.
Bo Twe serce jest pełne drobiazgów, Mamo. c:

Esas madrugadas llenas de pensEsas madrugadas llenas de pensamientos rodeando mi cabeza como enredaderas unidas unas con otras, donde pienso real y no emocional, donde tu me cegaste y me tiraste a mi suerte, donde ahora me levanto solo, donde ahora tu te encuentras en el cielo, pero pronto caerás, recuerda las nubes no son de hierro.

Hey guys...You want to know a secret?hey...when people ask hows it going? or whats up? or how ya been? do they actually care how you've been?

I don't think even 50% of them care.

they have their own problems. As do I. However, I'm part of the fifty percent that would rather listen to other peoples issues instead of mine. Instead of doing homework or listen to teachers in school or do something people "Believe" is important to graduate high school. I would rather help someone. Do something more important.

Honestly... I think high school is a waste of time. Why can't high school be classes that would actually teach you what you "need" to know? cause honestly if I want to become

.:Vent-Drown:.I feel like I can't breathe,
Making me become a monster I can't see.
Down I continue to sink,
Really feeling useless dying the water in my tears of ink,
Overly emotional,
Well I've lost my sanity, I've lost it all;
Never will I be able to swim back up,
I can't see the sun,
Never will I get to see it anymore, because I'm....
Gone

1Tienes el mismo repertorio y las mismas actitudes para cada persona que se topa en tu camino?, sera acaso el mismo inesperado final para cada amorío estúpido?

Juegas con fuego,
deja de tocar las puertas del infierno,
algún día abrirán, y seras devorada por tu misma boca.

Horario muertoEsas manecillas de reloj que tornan lentas en tus horas de agonía, como una tortura para tu cráneo, yo no entiendo.

Tienes todo no eres feliz,

tienes poco no eres feliz.

Entonces escarbe dentro de mi, y encontré algo llamado;
"detalles".

Sean efímeros, sean perpetuos..

They destroyed the moonThey destroyed the moon

The moon used to be my Novocaine.
It brought the tide to cover up my pain.
I'd wait for it to come.
When the tide came I was numb,
It'd wash over me,
And I'd feel free,
But in reality,
The pain was still inside of me.
It was never gone, just hidden from view,
Like cosmetics to a bruise, hiding the black and blue,
The truth is that my tide,
Was a place for me to hide,
The pain was still there every day,
I've never actually been okay,
And now I wait again for the tide to come,
For my chance to be completely numb.
But the moon is destroyed,
My membership is void,
I'm exposed,
There's nowhere to repose,
The tide is gone.

No se como pueden damas desperNo se como pueden damas desperdiciar a un hombre que viste de galas, escribe en sus días adversos pero hace el amor como si no hubiera universo.

StrangledThe loneliness strangles me
It chokes me tightly
Slowly gasping for air
Painfully dying

I start to lose conscience
I fall into the ground
Crawling to a corner
To die alone

No one to help me
Im all alone
I take one last breath
To expire on the ground

Possibly Not.I lied to you, or Possibly Not
I really missed you so
I let myself become afraid -
Afraid you might let go

I've thought of you so many times
You've crept into my dreams
My eyes were lit, a little bit
When your name showed on my screen

You've talked me into things before
Awakened my "logical" thoughts
Convinced me like no one ever could
Not a word you've said, I forgot

You made your way into my life
A good friend from the very start
I can't believe you still remain
Tied securely to my heart

Is Tomorrow, Today?Is Tomorrow, Today?

Sometimes I wonder whether I am moving forward,
Or maybe I was where I was in the beginning.
I do stupid stuff and look it afterwards,
Realising I had made this mistake before.
I receive comments willing me onwards,
I ignore them politely. As I know how this ends.

Braving it out,
Keeping it in.
Twisting thoughts in my head,
Holding me in sin.
I toss in my bed,
Trying to keep the monsters away,
not sleeping a wink with this weighing me down as if I was lead.

I do not accept change,
forgiveness,
Sympathy.
All I want to know is if Tomorrow will be another today.

~AkasunaDanna

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Who I amI'm a human.
A soul.
I'm flesh and blood.

I'm born a daughter.
The one to succeed a family.
I'm not alone.

I'm a sister.
A friend.
A mother of none.

I'm protective.
Fear and respect.
I devour it all.
Spit it out.
I won't go down.

I am who I am.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.

I can stand alone.
I still have friends.
The ones I love.
I'm there to protect.

I'm one yet many.
I adapt then change.
The one I was.
The one I'm now.

The personalities of mine..
Joyful yet sad.
Depressed and mad.
Caring yet scared.

Adapting with consequences.
I learned to take the fall.
Even when I couldn't recognize..
I'm fallen with a shattered heart.
The wings

Broken to the BoneI feel broken to the bone.
No words are left untold.
I am yours and you are mine.
Was it all a lie?
This is nothing but a thought.

I forced myself to believe.
That this dream is my reality.
Happy thought.
What's wrong with me?
A poem I once read.
It's beginning to sink in.
"A heart is not a play thing, a heart is not a toy, but if you want it broken, just give it to a boy"

JADE Project: The Sleeping GhostWhisper, whisper
Talk to me now.
Comfort and joy.
I need nothing more.
Sadness and anger.
It all turns to dust.
Now there is none.
Hypnogogic sleep.
What more do I need?
I cannot see.
I cannot hear.
But I do believe..
That it is near.
The shadow.
The voice.
The miraculous choice.
With or without.
The sleeping voice.
I'll rather be scared.
A life without them..
My muse and my soul.
I'll rather be dead than to lose control.

JADE Project: A Hollow SoulI'm tired to the core yet I feel nothing.
I've fought for so long only get no where.
I'm scared to give in yet I wish for it to happen.
I smile but on the inside I cry.
I'm tired to the core.
I found a letter.
A letter I wrote a long time ago.
I feel the same yet different.
A letter I can't use.
It's too old.
I don't relate to it anymore.
I only need..
I only need to write it again.
Where's the voice when I need it the most?
Where did it go when I cried for help?
The voice..
The voice has been there for so long.
Come back.
I need you.
I'm nothing without you.
Where did you go?
The mirror..
The mirror is empty.
There's no one in there.
I

ValentineV Virtue to vice.
A A forbidden lullaby at night.
L Living a life that's not mine.
E Eliminating voices in my mind.
N Night and day.
T The one who lives to fall.
I I despise it all.
N Never felt human on this earth, it's built on lies.
E Enduring until the day I die.

Sasha Mikashi.Sasha Mikashi
Russian
Gender: Female
Preference:
Age: 28
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Black with a tint of red highlights.
Heigh: 5'8"
Weight: 60 kilos.
Personality: Former Spetsnaz Lieutenant of Division Omega but after the mass murder of her squad she was left to die by her superiors.
She's serious when it comes to work but she always seem to have a joke ready even though no one seem to understand her sense of humor.
As a teenager she got disowned by her family and has never spoken about then since but she never lost her ability to show kindness and compassion which can be shown around Misaka.

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Toxic Happiness

by ~Valentine-Vladicvik, Oct 6, 2012, 1:48:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

A smile appear on my face and seconds later I see everyone fade away.
Is this the truth?
Do I need to stay miserable to keep those close to me happy?
As my smile fade away I only see the smile of others appear.
A destiny filled with grief, jealousy and fear.
It makes me wonder..
Will they be better without me?
Will their smiles continue to shine?
Is my happiness that toxic?
How do it operate?
Do I drain those I love of happy thought just to feel a second of piece in my mind?
I keep asking myself..
Will they be better without my toxic existence?

Toxic Happinessby ~Valentine-Vladicvik

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Just how it seems to be.. Comments are welcomed.

~Van-Dunkelschreiber Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

make a life of happyness for your self

~Valentine-Vladicvik Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I have yet to learn to do that. My life has always been for those I love.

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