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_{Suggested by: saevuswinds}

_{Featured by: chromeantennae}

[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
descending
down
your throat
to weigh down
lashes
into leaden eyes--
i am the
moon: lover
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
twinkling dance--
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of their
secrets.
you're alright.
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
rues)
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
pearl,
looking dead--
and dead altogether,
i still die.

[transmissions of a dead girl] by crimsonletters

_{Suggested by: MagicalJoey}

_{Featured by: betwixtthepages}

Pinkthe boys gestured and jeered
‘what happened?’
‘what’d you do to your hair?’
‘boys won’t like you now.’
she turned away, smiling all the while
head shaved and pink scarf in place
‘because it’s too hot’
‘I want a fresh start’
‘I never liked my long hair anyways’
but at home she cries
though the tears won’t fall
because it was shave
or watch it fall out
no one comments on the lost weight
or the bags gathering under her eyes
for she hides it with pink clothes and makeup
chemo starts she throws up in school
the teachers send her home, but her parents send her back
normal is a luxury they can’t afford to lose
pink ribbons on cars
the color a badge she earns
blinds her delicate eyes
pink roses on her grave
for when she lost the battle
but never gave up on the war

Pink by Oilux

_{Suggested by C-A-Harland}

_{Featured by doodlerTM}

Who are the real monsters?The boy's room was dark, the only saviour from it was the little nightlight on the other side of the room. He closed his eyes in an attempt to scare the darkness, force it to recede and switch to daylight. He did everything he could to forget about the dark, because that's where it was.
Under the boy's bed there was a monster, one with a balding scalp and matted grey hair on its arms, chest, and face. Its smile was crooked, its teeth rotten. It was an ugly thing- the boy had seen it once when he dared a peak- and it frightened the boy terribly; what a shame his mother thought it was all a fabricated lie, blamed it on the little boy's wild imagination. She had said that, too, just this evening when she put the boy to bed at the usual time- she was a very punctual lady, there was no extending bedtime with her. But that was beside the point.
The boy closed his eyes tighter, trying to sleep and dream of a huge metropolis of a city, but the thing under the bed giggled loudly, distrac

Who Are the Real Monsters? by ClassyWalruses

_{Featured by: SpriteBlayde}

This Is RealityShe lay on her back, looking up at the sky. The wind ran its fingers through her hair, softly whispering of the joys of flight. This was nothing new. She'd always dreamt of flying, of being whisked away, spinning wherever the wind blew.
She knew she couldn't, of course. Humans didn't fly. They didn't have wings, and they were too heavy to simply float on the very air they breathed. Her shoulders, aching from the cold that seeped through the hard, immovable, earthbound stone reminded her of that. She had no wings, and she was too heavy to fly.
She did so want to fly.
She thought about the old, rotting, ivy-wreathed roof upon which she lay. The building that had been abandoned like a children's toy, left to rust in the night. She would not go like that, she vowed. She would not become nothing more than a decaying, crumbling wreck. She didn't want to become nothing more than a wizened pebble that dreamed it was a bird.
No, not that. Never that.
She might not be able to fly, but the wind p

This Is Reality by CatharticDistraction

_{Featured by Malintra-Shadowmoon}

Phoenix.Funke springt in deiner Brust.
Setzt dein wildes Herz in Flammen.
Rote Wangen glühen auf.
Leidenschaft ist pures Gold.
Flammen lodern in deinen Augen.
Rotes, wildes Feuerhaar.
Wellen eines Flammenmeers.
Sonne versinkt in blutrotem Ozean.
Du, ein Engel mit brennenden Flügeln.
Feuer ist dein Element.
Hüllt dich ein in rotes Licht.
Verbrennst mit deiner Leidenschaft
Dein pures golden Ich.
Zerfällst zu nachtschwarzer Asche.
Doch wie ein Phoenix steigst du auf.
Das Leben ist in dir.
Du bist das Leben.
Funke springt in deiner Brust.
Setzt dein wildes Herz in Flammen.
Leidenschaft ist pures Gold.
Glitzerst und schimmerst in neuer Rüstung.
Golden funkelt sie im Licht.
Haare lodern, dein Herz, die Glut.
Verlass mich nicht, mein brennender Engel.
Verlass mich niemals, sonst erfriere ich.
Lieg nun sanft in deinen Armen.
Ein Funke springt über.
Nun brenne auch ich.

Phoenix by FeyPandora

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