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Those two idiots.Sometimes, I wonder where I went wrong,
Sometimes, I wonder where they have gone,
Sometimes, I cry alone,
I'm told to leave them alone.
Sometimes my sanity strikes a chord with them,
And other times, one know I've hurt them,
Sometimes, they tell me to go away, never return,
but I'll be okay.
Leave me alone is the same as never talk to me again,
and my heart can't handle losing friends,
although I suppose we never were,
but my lies tell me otherwise,
well it's been fun, right?
Each thing I did to hurt him,
Each thing I said to annoy him,
Each time I tried to apologize,
but the words could never quite come out.
I tried to confess my love,
I tried to leave him be,
Minus the negative things,
There is a whole in my heart where he should be.
I tried to hurt him,
Then I tried to help,
My emotions were sound, then I cried for help,
I let him alone,
as he commanded,
for these two parts of my life,
are but a grain of sand.
And who needs love,
When there is pain?
The Infatuation with the Raven BoyA raven he is,
The boy I love,
He has the midnight,
it shines in his eyes,
His smile as the sun,
and his skin a milky moonlight,
I wish god hadn't cursed me with this luck,
for the love I have is forever unreciprocated,
forever, he will never be in my need.
Blue and green to cover him,
As pretty as females, he is,
Eternity has blessed everything about him,
But everything I cannot address,
for a poem of length it would be,
full of dreams that cannot be.
The bleeding heart of pain,
How long will I play this game,
Insanity has stricken the depths of my love,
Somber feelings covering me like a glove,
and this foolish game a sick, twisted hope,
Seeing his face and wanting things of uncertainty,
The insecurities he brings up in me,
The changes he has made in me,
So confuses me inside,
And forever I am tied,
to the boy who doesn't love me.
Secrets polluting love everlasting,
With notes and gifts,
A secret surfaces to quick,
When it is revealed to the love of your own,
and he mocks you,
And now he's goneI can’t believe how long it took,
For me to see the man in you,
Your eyes in pain,
Still sore from my rejection,
I played you, my piano,
I sang the song to your heartbreak,
But months later,
I’m in love with you.
You’ve moved on?
I’m glad she doesn’t love you,
But I’m still in his arms,
It’s okay, because you’d never take me back,
This is my,
Simple yet sad valentine,
Two times a charm,
Because your charm,
Cannot be beaten,
When I smile, it’s because of you,
And who you are and what you say,
The fun things you make,
Your musical tastes,
You can hold a grudge,
After time and time,
And if I told you of my love,
You’d never say okay,
My chances have dried up,
There’s no loving here,
All that’s left is a lonely girl,
With one heavy atmosphere,
Loving a man,
And Loving his friend,
Breathing is hard when I’m alone,
Drowning in my sea of sorrows,
Dancing like a fairy princess,
Locked up in h
Young LoveOnce upon a time there were two best friends, Kate and Michael.
They did everything with each other. It was Valentine’s Day.
Kate got Michael a flower.
“Do you like flowers?”
“That’s for sissies,” he said. “Only girls like that stuff”
Kate ran away from Michael and cried.
Michael was trying to seem like a big boy so that Kate would like him, but he made her cry.
Michael ran to Kate.
“I like flowers.”
Kate put her head up and looked at Michael. “Really? I got you one...”
He smiled and took the flower from Kate.
He pulled out a flower clip from his pocket and put it in Kate’s hair.
“Umm... This is for you...”
The recess bell rang and Michael helped Kate up and they walked back into class holding hands.
The average teen love poemHis lips,
When he kicks a ball,
When he laughs,
When he talks to me,
When he kisses me,
When he runs so fast,
My favourite things in life.
His sweaters with holes,
His dirty white shoes,
When he hugs me,
When he talks about his future,
When I see how much he’s going to grow,
When we hold our hands together,
When we are together,
That’s what makes me smile.
His head in his sweater,
His sad words,
When he makes me mad,
When he makes me cry,
When he says that maybe we won’t be together forever,
No matter how true that is,
When he breaks my heart,
And knowing he'll succeed me,
I smile because I understand him,
I understand how he goes,
That's what hurts me the most,
The fear of him leaving me alone.
When we hold hands,
When we fail at both,
Then together we laugh,
When he's so close,
And when I can't breathe,
When he can't breathe,
And the realization of just how deep this cou
Little's Big First DayOne day, there was a little boy named Little. Little was very small. Today was a special day for little, because Little was going to school for the first time! Little did not want to wear his uniform, so Little put on a costume instead.
“No Little, we don’t wear costumes to school!”
“But mama, I don’t want to wear that thing, it is very ugly.”
So, Little put on his uniform. But then, Little didn’t want to eat breakfast.
“Little come eat!”
“I do not want to eat that! It is gross!”
So, Little starting eating candy!
“Little stop eating that candy and come eat. You need to eat so you can do good in school!”
Little sat down at the table and began to eat.
When Little finished, it was time to get on his bus. “I do not want to go with him! He looks like Santa Claus!”
“Come on Little, get on the bus!” His mama gave him a little push, and he got on the bus.
When Little got
FC Part 5I will tell Mr. Ryan how I feel. Or at least someday I will. I told Luke, well, sort of. That’s probably the reason Luke is ignoring me. Fan-girling is clearly not attractive. Now that I’ve deleted his number from my phone, I can stop annoying him. Maybe ignore him at school, and leave him alone like he clearly wants me to do. He doesn’t have any arts classes with me, which does make me very sad. Painting and Drawing classes suit him well though, considering he draws really well on his hand in marker. I will never be able to do such things. I have gym and theater. And when I say gym, a lot of guys I know would think back to gym classes and go “God damn those people who did nothing!”
I’m one of them.
Yup, that’s right. You’re playing basketball? Awesome! I’m not. Of course unlike other people I believe I have more of a reason. I lack muscle mass, calcium and a well formed and strong body. I’m as frail as can be. The porcelain g
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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