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AutumnusShe is blanketed in rouge
trinkets and sheltered in
golden droplets that trail down
her cheeks, lapping at her
wrists and staining her toes.

She is impassive and mystic
and when she catches his gaze
he sees the remains of sand
dabbing her pupils and icicles
beginning to form on her
lashes.

What is he to do with this love
he has for her? Bury it beneath
the foliage and wait for
Spring to bless it with her
magic and change it into
something he can understand?

What to do with his Autumn
love, his classified creation that
no one notices but himself?

Simple, love her, someone
whispers. And he does.

As We Sleep
As he sleeps and I lay by his side,
I gently run my fingers through his hair,
Concentrating on the curve of his lips
And the soft sound of his breathing.
Feeling the warmth of his body held close,
I'll run my hands over his broad shoulders,
Where I've found comfort many-a-time
And an unbending support.

As he sleeps, I study his face;
Eyelids hiding a deep, warm mahogany.
His eyes see straight through me,
Penetrating, right to my soul,
No matter how hard I try to hide myself.
His full lips hide a smile that
Really does make my heart melt,
That is, if it doesn't stop for a few seconds
When he has his gaze set on me.

And as he

I'm FineI'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Clearly you see that I'm not.

But really I'm fine.

Always have been.

But no I'm not.

I'm not fine.

Saying your fine means nothing.

It is a lie.

But I say it anyways.

It's all I can say.

To keep them away.

Because telling them won't help.

Because they don't understand.

Explainations won't do.

So I say those two words.

Just to keep them satisfied.

While my mind scream "I'M NOT FINE".

My lips are in a straight line.

I show no signs of being "not fine".

But that's just a mask.

So really, I'm not fine.

But I'll keep saying it.

I'll keep say

tingi hate my writing
but i won't compromise it.

i could write the cliched
little piece-of-shit poems
to which people flock.

i could be more
popular than the beatles.

i could be god of paper,
deity of literature.
change my name to calliope.

i could write of
boys with oceans for eyes
and girls lost in the dark,
invisible to her love.

i could
i. make listed poems
ii. that are disjointed
iii. and don't even fit together
iv. but at least
v. i know my roman numerals.

but i won't.

because if i'm going to write,
it's going to be my own.
i will watch my
metaphors spread across
the poems of everyone else.
i will feel anger and

settled for sympathyi am not afraid that you will leave me-
i am afraid of how i will hurt
when you do.

i never want to say
i used to feel pretty okay
when you were around,
how the world fell into patterns
of woven flowers in the
shared space between our hands

i am afraid that when you leave me,
you will take my heart with you;
that i will never be able to listen
to my favourite songs
because i will think of
the way my skin felt electric
when i was with you.

i never want to say
i didn't try
to hold on to the one
with fire in his smile,
a breath of oxygen
and the rapidity with which
it spread, wild

tell me, dear,
my beautiful-hearted boy,

Ireland II"It's him!"
"Is it?"
"He's watching you."
"No he's not."
"He is."
She's sipping her rum and coke on a stool at the bar. She's not drunk yet, but she's on the edge. That place just past tipsy where your logic starts to slip. Her friend rolls her eyes, picking the cherry out of her drink and pulling it off the stem with her teeth.
"How can you be so blind?" She asks, playfully mocking.
"Can you just drop it? This is supposed to be a girls night."
"It's supposed to be a picking up guys night."
"Since when?"
The music is pounding against her eardrums, and the lights are that colored kind that strobe to the beats thundering through su

HistoryThere are moments
that you wish never end

Then there are moments
that couldn't go by fast enough.

Through at the times we have seen
and all the lives we have lived.

Time seems to be
the one thing that never changes.

Time likes to repeat itself
going hour by hour, second by second.

They say, today is history
but tomorrow is a mystery.

History likes to repeat itself,
so maybe tomorrow isn't such a mystery.

To All....To all the mothers who didn't protect their daughters... Fuck you

To all the fathers who didn't tell their daughters that they were loved and special just by being themselves... Fuck you

To all the teachers who think all children should be able to sit still instead of considering the fact the child may actually have a problem... Fuck you

To all the husbands who say all the right things before marriage but then fail to be the father they promised to be... Fuck you

To all those who think that mental illness is strictly something that comes from the enemy and just needs to be prayed out... Fuck you

To all the people who think that a single

Introductions"Hi, I'm-"

"I know who you are."

"You do?"

"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."

"I have a name-"

"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."

"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."

"Yeah?"

"You're the girl who is broken."

"I am not broken."

"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."

"I sleep well. Besides-"

"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."

"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"

LoveLove.
Such a simple word
That has so much meaning.

We all have it
Even if we can't see it.
And we all give it to others.

So don't think you're unloved.
I can guarantee that's not true.
Someone out there loves you.

Even when you're all alone
Even in the darkest days.
Someone loves you.

When everything goes downhill
When darkness is all you see.
Someone loves you.

Someone always loves you
Because,
I love you.

I am MeI am Me.

On the outside I smile.
I pretend to give a shit.
While inside I crave to be Me.
I want to show everyone who I want to be.
Who I really think I am.

A tom-boy who has manners?
An anime-addicted-yaoi-lover?
A hardcore gamer?
D. All of the above?

None.
I say that.
I want that.
It isn't Me though...
It isn't really Me.

I am not like anyone else.
I don't know who I am.
I don't know what I am.
I don't know...

What am I?
Who am I?
Do I want this or that?
Do I care?
Should I care?
Should it be this way?
Should it be that way?
If I like it is it okay?
What does make it okay?
Isn't it my life and my choice?

These a

i am not here todayi.
upside down kisses are my favorite kind of kisses.

ii.
i am sitting on your blue velvet couch watching falling water.
the dryer is tumbling in the background and you are sleeping
so softly. part of me wants to wake you because we're running
out of time and part of me wants to let you sleep because we'll
never run out.

iii.
because of you my words are flowing
because of you my words have stopped flowing
because of you my words are flowing
because of you my words have stopped flowing.

iv.
mint ice cream melting onto your hand. i watched it melt
and i didn't say anything.

v.
to kiss someone upside down
one of you has to sit

A ShoulderWhen she smiles my heart takes flight.
Her beauty is radiant in any light.
Alas, inside her, emotions stir.
All I want is to be there for her.

Straightjacket RomanceShe was arrogant, pretentious, vicious
Heartbreakingly gorgeous,
Blind with the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen

Deaf with a voice like jingle bells
On a fat man's sleigh

She wrote. She sung out stories
Little bits of heaven on butcher paper
Crayon doodles on a dirty wall

Little symphonies carved into the legs of her bed
Scattered star shaped scars on her neck
Touch like silk
Lips like poison

Little viper smiles in her mirror in the morning-
Hello there nice to see you're still just as stupid today

And she laughs.

Ireland"It was your legs." he says. Eyes half closed, like he didn't give a damn what she thought. He had his hands behind his head, leaning back into his seat, legs stretched out leisurely under her dashboard. She watched him.

"My legs."

He nodded. "You were wearing short-shorts, remember? It was summer, and you were so bloody tan..." the words trailed off, mixing with the angry music pounding out of her radio. His choice, of course. He'd tuned it without asking.

She ran a hand through her hair, her jaw tight. She'd wanted to ask him this last question, this One. Last. Question. It was like a shot at redemption, she'd thought. A last

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by ~ChaseYoungsgirl, Jun 25, 2011, 10:49:10 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / General Non-Fiction / Introductions & Chapters

Please read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's.

Dear Boys,

I might not be hot.
I might not be skinny.
Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home.

But that's not my problem.
It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore.
I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room.
And don't you for a second think I wish I was.

I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me.
I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life.
Nothing you say or do will ever change that.

And if you're reading this and you're one of the boys that I find myself lucky enough to call a friend?
Don't hurt me.
Don't give me a reason to believe that you're all the same, that the good I see in you is fake and exists nowhere in your gender.

Don't treat me with less because I have more.

Attraction is one thing, but don't try to tear down my beauty because I don't suit what you'd like in bed.

My request is that you be good to me as I try to be to you.

Be the friend I need.
Be the rock I lean on.
Be the brother I come to.
Be a man.

Be a Manby ~ChaseYoungsgirl

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / General Non-Fiction / Introductions & Chapters

I don't know if this will be a series of letters to no one, but I don't care. I love how it came out and no one is going to make me feel otherwise.

I've been really cheated by two male friends in my life, and I wish I hadn't been. It makes it so hard to trust where it shouldn't be, and I essentially just wrote this to say to that person that although they messed it up with me- they can always try to be better next time... as well as to the general male population that it's fine and dandy to have attractions....
Just don't be a jerk. lol

[Note as of 6/30/11:] It's a mindset that we all create and feed into, men and women. This submission isn't really about men being negative.
It's about the way we think we all have to behave. Boys AND Girls.

[Note as of 6/26/11]: Thank you all so much for your comments and favorites, I honestly didn't think this was going to get much attention at all.

This came out of a really ugly situation and it's become such a beautiful thing.

I thought, at first, that people would see this and pass it off as just another 'women's rights' submission, but I feel like a lot people saw it the way I wanted it to be seen- not just as women's rights, but as male rights too.
No boy should feel like he HAS to be jerk to be a normal boy.
No boy should feel like he HAS to be interested in losing his virginity to the nearest size 00 to be a normal boy. (no disrespect to any size 00s.)
No boy should feel like he HAS to be anything more than a decent human being to be a normal boy.

And you've all been so supportive, I deeply appreciate it.

[note note note]
I had a comment from a boy who I think took this the wrong way, as some sort of stab at the male gender. I wanted to say that I didn't just slam the door on this person after they said something.
The person this stemmed from DID indeed have the chance to explain himself. In fact, it was WHEN he explained himself that he said things like
1. You're ugly in the eyes of society.
2. NO ONE will ever think you are pretty.
3. *insert friends here* Are pretty, but you aren't.

So it isn't so much that I'm saying what I feel here and not telling them. It's that they have HEARD this and do not care.

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~Kalcaraz Apr 27, 2013 Hobbyist Artist

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

I like this it's just like gosh it's AWESOME that how I feel about the guys at my school

~ProtodudeZero Mar 21, 2013

I salute you my friend

~jesus33chick May 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well said!

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~viciousjaws Oct 25, 2011

BE A MAN. DO THE RIGHT THING.

~Bugger--0ff Sep 13, 2011

This. This is RIGHTEOUS.

~ChaseYoungsgirl Sep 13, 2011 Student General Artist

Haha, thank you. <3

~TsukiyomiLuna Sep 3, 2011

I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me.
I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life.
Nothing you say or do will ever change that.

Those lines couldn't be truer in my eyes. : ) I'll always have respect for myself, and if some boys can't seem to appreciate that, then they aren't worth my time. Not all boys are like that, thankfully. Not all men.

Thank you, for writing this. <3

~ChaseYoungsgirl Sep 3, 2011 Student General Artist

I'm glad you liked it.

~JackyRamone Aug 5, 2011 Student Photographer

well said!

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