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He Said, She Said, I Didn't
She said she wasn't going to be,
One of the popular crowd,
Because she didn't want to be,
Look what she is now.
Another friend said she would be happy,
To really try and see the light,
Now she sits and cries instead of laughing,
Because being happy wasn't worth the fight.
Someone else didn't appreciate what she had,
She felt like no one would listen,
Now she's in a private school because things got bad,
Guess she couldn't take what she was dishing.
He said there was no point in life,
No point in continuing on anymore,
Thought to take his life,
He's now saving up so he can greet me at my front door.
I said I wouldn't cry,
I tried to convince myself I wouldn't hang on,
Life's put me through Hell on High,
But now I know I'm not alone.
The moral of this story is,
Don't see life as puzzle pieces to arrange,
We've all been through different but we've been through this,
But, In The End, I'm the only one who hasn't changed.
She said she wasn't going to be,
One of the popular crowd,
Because she didn't want to be,
Look what she is now.
Another friend said she would be happy,
To really try and see the light,
Now she sits and cries instead of laughing,
Because being happy wasn't worth the fight.
Someone else didn't appreciate what she had,
She felt like no one would listen,
Now she's in a private school because things got bad,
Guess she couldn't take what she was dishing.
He said there was no point in life,
No point in continuing on anymore,
Thought to take his life,
He's now saving up so he can greet me at my front door.
I said I wouldn't cry,
I tried to convince myself I wouldn't hang on,
Life's put me through Hell on High,
But now I know I'm not alone.
The moral of this story is,
Don't see life as puzzle pieces to arrange,
We've all been through different but we've been through this,
But, In The End, I'm the only one who hasn't changed.
Literature
i call this a heptahedron.
i'm nothing but a washed up cliché
with pages of poetry locked behind my eyes
and forced under my damaged fingernails.
skin is my canvas, an empty slate,
and i'm painting stars in colors that do not have
names; colors that only exist in my mind.
every day is a wait for 11:11 and the opportunity
to discuss my darkest secrets with four-leaved clovers
and moving lights in the night sky.
i'm dancing on the tips of my toes
to avoid stepping on cracks in the pavement
and killing a family of ants.
i spend afternoons making up religions
and teaching them to my stuffed animals
just so i can f
Literature
Save The Whales
"You know what?"
"No, what?"
"We should never fall in love."
"Huh? Why?"
"Well, it's simple, really."
"Explain it to me, then."
"We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams."
"I still don't quite understand."
"I am a dreamer, and you are a dream."
"Thanks, I guess."
"No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm
Literature
dont write under the influence
Dr. Asclepius called me;
he told me i'm bipolar
(i still say it's luxuria)
My prescription?
Fucking medicine.
Take two pills:
Doctor's Orders
(as if anyone actually
obeys those, anyway)
Take another pill.
One for each time
you looked at me,
then two more if
i had looked back.
i'll take one more for that time you
branded fake
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hey.
i reallyy like this a lot! its very very good!
your a very good poet
i reallyy like this a lot! its very very good!
your a very good poet