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I just just wrote this, so i don't have a name yet.

 

 

This wont last forever soon all

you'll have are their lies would

you really give up everything cause

they said it was right

 

is this where it ends and i have to

say goodbye can't i open my eyes

and everything could be fine or is this

real and your already out of my life

 

you think they'll stick around for so long

but they'll turn cold and you wont know

where to go

 

soon you'll fade away and they wont have

to hear what you say

 

all you have are their lies

you really gave up everything cause

they said it was ok

 

to them you were gone faster

then a blink of an eye

 

you gave yourself away now you don't

now what to do but you're the only one

to blame even if you can't explain you

could never disappear from me

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some people have their stories but here's mine in ryhme

my poem about my life and my way of telling people that don't understand how i feel...To Write Love On Her Arms...

 

13 reaseons to bleed-

the yelling continues outside of her door

as she lies in bed thinking "Why am i here for?"

waiting as darkness creeps bye

and so she silently begins to cry

a friend calls her phone

but she just wants to be all alone

her friends continue to stab her back

and at school she's the one to attack.

for no one knows that she has feelings too

but everyone knows what she plans to do.

she takes the scissors and rips it across

her arm, it bleeds... her life is lost...

nothing to do except cry

and she begins to wonder why

of all the lives in this world

hate picked her, this lonely girl

she wonders why no one loves her anymore

and asks herself "what am i here for?"

13 years old the cutting slows down

but she has no smile only a frown...

people at school pick on her

only because they have no clue she suffers

they see the scars and begin to taunt

and the laughs grow louder because the memories haunt

her each night in fact

they go away but always comes back

a pool of tears on the floor

she asks herself "do they need me anymore?"

no one knows her story they don't ever care

so she asks herself "why is my life so unfair?"

13 scars remains here for everyone to see

and she asks herself "why did hate pick me?"

 

 

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hope you liked it cuz i know it probably sucked...

 

o man this was really amazing.

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New! Yay! haha =]

 

Over Again

 

Make believe was the only thing

that made everything ok you never

Botherd listening your lies were the

only way we knew how to communicate

 

This has gone awfully far but you

keep on running anyway

(You watch it all crumble down

till you turn away)

 

You carry on more then you

can take till you fall flat on your

face

 

You know this should be better

then what it is but your lies are

the only thing you find comfort in

 

You've had your chance to do it

over again

(but you take advantage of what

you can)

 

Make believe was the only thing

that made everything ok you never

Botherd listening your lies were the

only way we knew how to communicate

 

You carry on more then you

can take till you fall flat on your

face

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She thinks too hard about too many things

Things that don't matter

Or that shouldn't matter but do

She thinks too long about too many things

Things that steal away her sleep

Or invade her dreams when she does drift off

She thinks too often of too many things

Things that should be forgotten quickly

But that she dwells on for days, weeks, months

She thinks so much about so many things

Because her thoughts are all she has

And when she stops thinking she'll have nothing left

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Say goodbye

 

And time goes by when you start to

make everything right it's hard to let

go of the things you knew

 

you hold back your tears when you say

goodbye you don't let them see you're

scared inside

 

the stars look down on you tonight

to let you know you'll be alright

 

you close your eyes to take a

look back on the place you'd

never let your memorise

fade at

 

you hold back your tears when you say

goodbye you don't let them see you're

scared inside

 

the stars look down on you tonight

to let you know you'll be alright

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Say goodbye

 

And time goes by when you start to

make everything right it's hard to let

go of the things you knew

 

you hold back your tears when you say

goodbye you don't let them see you're

scared inside

 

the stars look down on you tonight

to let you know you'll be alright

 

you close your eyes to take a

look back on the place you'd

never let your memorise

fade at

 

you hold back your tears when you say

goodbye you don't let them see you're

scared inside

 

the stars look down on you tonight

to let you know you'll be alright

 

That's very good :D The writing is very pretty!

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This isn't finished... but yeah goin through some hard times :/

Gotta write...right?

 

I can't pretend that I'm not hurt

I can't pretend that I am worth... any of this

I can't pretend that I'm not hurt

I can't pretend that I deserve... any of this

 

Come clean tonight upon silence

Come clean with myself and on my skin

Can't say I didn't want to rid myself of everything.

Come clean and I'm overwhelmed

I've ignored these multiplying wounds for too long.

 

I fought myself for all of you

Now I'm left to heal these aching bruises... too weak to take care of myself.

All over the city, friends soundly sleep

I fight myself but I've lost the things I couldn't keep... and they're gone forever.

All over the city, friends wake from dreams

I've only tossed and turned replaying all I've seen

I'm castaway, I'm lost at sea

I swam too far and I swam too deep... to make it up in time.

I reach for hands too far to grasp

I answered you but you never asked

I just begged for your attention.

So once again I'm left alone

Breaking the things I've strived to own.. cause they could never replace you.

 

Turn off my light and on my fan

To block the sounds from coming in

It's an easy escape.

Look at my phone to see who's called

An empty screen but that's all my fault... cause I'll never call my friends.

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This isn't finished... but yeah goin through some hard times :/

Gotta write...right?

 

I can't pretend that I'm not hurt

I can't pretend that I am worth... any of this

I can't pretend that I'm not hurt

I can't pretend that I deserve... any of this

 

Come clean tonight upon silence

Come clean with myself and on my skin

Can't say I didn't want to rid myself of everything.

Come clean and I'm overwhelmed

I've ignored these multiplying wounds for too long.

 

I fought myself for all of you

Now I'm left to heal these aching bruises... too weak to take care of myself.

All over the city, friends soundly sleep

I fight myself but I've lost the things I couldn't keep... and they're gone forever.

All over the city, friends wake from dreams

I've only tossed and turned replaying all I've seen

I'm castaway, I'm lost at sea

I swam too far and I swam too deep... to make it up in time.

I reach for hands too far to grasp

I answered you but you never asked

I just begged for your attention.

So once again I'm left alone

Breaking the things I've strived to own.. cause they could never replace you.

 

Turn off my light and on my fan

To block the sounds from coming in

It's an easy escape.

Look at my phone to see who's called

An empty screen but that's all my fault... cause I'll never call my friends.

 

 

 

Wow. That's amazing! :D Two thumbs up to that!

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aaaa i haven't been on the boards at all in months! it's been forever. but i just wrote something about a week ago for a school project, but it's one of those cool projects where you basically have complete artistic/creative freedom. we had to write a "Song of Yourself" based on Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself", his style of writing, etc. . . .

 

Song of Myself:

A Memorial Compost

 

“I celebrate myself, and sing myself,

And what I assume you shall assume,

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.”*

 

I despise position, and Time in itself,

The fifth of three, I lie in wait

For eager yearnings lie in me

 

I am the young conscience of ages passed

Through generations of squalor and consequence unconsidered;

Scrutiny of premature life and overdue death

The solution of eternal rest, the pendulous weight on lids

 

 

From homes of sunken hopes, drift on zephyrs

The propensity for a hundred windows (and yet more doors)

Ours are twenty-five, at most, suppressed and overcast

By gusts and chill of bone in an infertile winter so dry

 

Ambulant figures frozen on gaping sills; groping for cord

Affixed, adhered to jambs indefinitely wide; impending grasp on boundary

Limbs embracing vestige, the familial tapestry of miscarriage

 

 

The walkway circumscribed with tassels - the fingertips and tiptoes

Demarcate intersecting cul-de-sac and sidewalk cracks we toed in summer’s eve

 

Sunlight glanced off glassy fields, backdrop of their exchange [of us]

Gazes across sins enclosed in palms slick and shining in nervous salutation

For every bad handshake where limbs secede to sidewalk streets:

Surrendering vestigium for Sweet Syringe, congested like broad boulevard at five

 

 

We passed through unbeknownst to us and returned piece by piece; shattered

Stones that perforated arms and legs outstretched, surrounding sunken ship,

Our fragments, filaments of bulbs - whence flower never formed

As sunlight did object to us, and fluorescent now our Black Eyes reject

Finally abandoned in name - O, dear Susan, how you left us blind!

 

 

Sentence barely formed, she found me somnolent and nauseous from the fumigated hole

The fragments, legs and arms they spent, had folded in on one and all

To protect in suffocation, emblems collapsing on face and mouth

 

Her unnecessary prying hands to wrench me from abyss - toward exploration

Through the universe of great exchange and remembrance of countenance,

All sick and swift - the lies, the surrogates,

to battle against the faults in the face of the clock

 

 

My Sweet Syringe, the melody of nights up in arms against the past encounters

The tune of praise to savior and salvation among the rusted cogs and wheels

 

 

*the first three lines are actually from Walt Whitman's poem.. it was required.

i'll probably also post what i wrote before that influenced a lot of this. i'll do that sometime soon. . .

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^Thats cool. Must've been a fun project :D

 

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i hate making you feel like shit

but thats all you are

nothing more and probably something less

but i admit i must confess

i think you're beautiful

standing there mocking me

you piece of shit

i hope you know i love you

 

i was just another bad habbit

from every inhale of a ciggerette

i was the smoke that made you choke

just another bad habbit

every shot from that glass cup you took

i was the poison flowing through you

 

its a good thing i left you with silence

so you could sit and think about what i didnt say

what i wanted to tell you everyday

it didnt take long for you to get over it

maybe you deserve to feel like shit

 

but thats all you are

nothing more and probably something less

but i admit i must confess

i think you're beautiful

 

i was just another bad habbit

from every inhale of a ciggerette

i was the smoke that made you choke

just another bad habbit

every shot from that glass cup you took

i was the poison flowing through you

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This is a poem that I wrote the other day. Some of it I would say relates to me and some of it doesn't. This is also my first poem I ever wrote, so its not that good. I uselly write short stories.

 

 

When I was Young

 

Tell me a story when I was young

When I didn't care about life

When I felt so free

 

Tell me a story when I was young

Did you love playing with me?

Was it fun for you as it was for me?

 

Tell me a story when I was young

Was I as small as the say?

Did dad love me anyways?

 

Tell me a story when I was young

When you embraced me in your arms

Oh how they felt so warm

 

Tell me a story when I was young

Do you miss me now that I am gone?

Do you sing our song?

 

This is our time to say goodbye

So please don't cry

I'm safe here with my heavenly father

 

So please don't cry

And say goodbye

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