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| A clear window. | November 20, 2009, 5:25 pm |
| Home > General > Poems | Posted by: LAUGH;cry |
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No sex, drugs, rock and roll.
No speed, weed, or birth control. Life is REAL without a high, So thanks, I'd rather live then die. No Meth, no Shrooms, no Ecstacy I'm better off just being me. Chemicals aren't for the brain, Infact, they'll make you go insane. I don't need vodka, gin, or rum, I'd rather know my nights outcome. I'm not saying that I'm better than you You just don't need this, to make it through. All I ask, is that you stop and think. is all you crave, just one more drink? Just one more pill, just one more hit? Well maybe now's the time to quit. Life's meant to live, and not to die, So what's the point in getting high? Just for fun, for thrills, for kicks? There's more to life then "living it." |
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| What runs through her mind every day | November 20, 2009, 5:25 pm |
| Home > General | Posted by: **Amanda;; |
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You see me as the type of person who hurts so much but still finds ways to laugh and put on a smile, someone who’s willing to brighten your day even if she can’t stand her own. But a lot of times she just drops that fake smile you see everyday and the laughter you hear becomes quite all because she realize she cant keep doing this, as that one tear fall downs her cheek. Nobody notices when she becomes quit because she knows she’ll get hurt again, she becomes afraid to care now all because she’s has a fear that no one else could care less about needs.
She believe that she not worth the time or efferent it takes for someone to feel special. She slowly starting to hate school, not because of the work, not because of the drama or the people, but because she knows she has to put up with the act she’s created for hours at a time. She doesn’t care to go out with friends to a movie knowing she’s going to be a “third wheel”. She gets fed up with always seeing couples together every... |
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| Outcasts | November 19, 2009, 4:53 pm |
| Home > General > Poems | Posted by: rodeogirl209 |
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Lips pursed
Noses held high Whispers about them They don’t belong Why would they even think about coming The room goes quiet As they walk to their so called “friends” Their friends roll their eyes And turn away They look around the room Finally noticing all is quiet They don’t belong here Why would they even think about coming They soon realize they are dead to them They walk out of the room The news must have spread How would they know Someone must have told One of their “friends” They told only them They don’t belong Why would they even think about coming They thought no one would care Maybe people would pity them But no they are ridiculed And teased Until the day comes They decided to end it all They don’t belong Why would they even think about coming |
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| Thoughts. | November 19, 2009, 4:53 pm |
| Home > General > Poems | Posted by: .Self-inflicted |
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There's only so far you can go in your head
when the sky is dark and the ground is lit, where the only place you let a single tear drop is on your bed the only thing running through your mind is to give up and quit, You've got nothing left to lose You're drifting away from every highschool friend but this isn't the path you wanted to choose You are forced to think this is it, the end Everyone says your becoming someone they don't want to know you're getting angry about their accusations your thoughts are screaming "how could they be so low!?" You're starting to act without hesitation Emotions take over your life and you can't see through the fog you scream and cry begging to be noticed but everyone looks past as if you dont belong Hoping, praying someone will stop and listen this all started by thinking you couldn't try by thinking there's a limit to your thoughts Now all you do a... |
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