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How to Say I Love YouAlone at a computer screen, staring at an empty Word document,
Trying to write a letter to convey the butterflies in my stomach.
But with everything spinning through my head,
And with shaking fingers and a racing heartbeat,
All my emotions always seem to be just out of the reach of sentences.
A few pixels on the screen turn black,
But then back to white with the press of a key.
That's not what I wanted to say to you,
I don't want to sound insincere, but I don't know how to say this.
Flipping through a thesaurus,
Letting our memories flash through my head,
I begin to type, then realize that this sounds completely wrong.
I'm sorry,

Summer SchoolSummer School

Ugh, Hello summer school,
And goodbye pool,
No I'm not here because I'm a fool.

Summer school, where monsters called teachers reign,
And staying awake in class is a pain,
And all the stoners miss their Mary Jane.

Summer school, where one class lasts all day,
And looking in your lap is a dead giveaway,
Where kids wonder what mystery's for lunch today.

Summer school, where it's always freezing,
And the boys are always teasing,
And pollen in the air causes sneezing.

Summer school, where it's always boring,
And things prohibited include snoring,
And everyone's stomachs are roaring.

Summer school, where girls try to

Just a DreamJust a dream

I've been having these dreams lately, far worse than my regular nightmares. They're so real that I find myself crying when I wake up, they're always about my mom and how she died. Each one is different way she died I've found that I've dreamt of this almost every night and as I recall the dream, a dream so lifelike and real I can't help the tears that well up in my eyes. In this dream she died again but I guess you probably already knew that, she died and I couldn't do anything to save her I sat there and I watched and she died right in front of me and couldn't do a thing. I watched her pained expression as she went limp and fe

Untitled(open to suggestions)I feel like a fly caught in a spider’s web
No point in struggling it’ll all be over soon
As you draw near and sink your fangs in
The venom starts to take over
My mind filled with nothing but you
You sneaky little thing you
The gaze that holds steady and fast
Unwavering for even a second
You drew me in with beauty and humor
And now I’m stuck with no way out
Destined to be consumed
My little heart quickens
As you draw nearer
Twisting and turning as you wrap me in silk
With mournful eyes you turn me one last bit
And your fangs enter once more
I can feel my energy slowly draining
My thoughts filled only with you
And as I take one last breath
I feel no hatred or despise
But love, as I smile one last time
And think only of you
As I have from the very start

Judge Me? Know Me?I am human.

I fell down when I was learning to walk and needed help back up. I cried my heart out over a dead bird and refused to stop crying until we had a funeral for it, and then cried harder when it was buried because I couldn't imagine a worse fate than being forgotten. I kissed a frog because I wanted to see if the fairy tales were true and the frog was really a person, trapped. I danced in the rain in my underwear because I thought that rain deserved to be absorbed by as much skin as possible, and I loved summer rain more than anything in the world. I loved to eat sugar when no one was looking, I climbed trees and made up stories abou

You, Just YouYou…..you make me think of,
Soothing lavender-colored cloth,
Twinkling indigo, midnight skies,
The first taste of autumn in a warmed coffee cup,
Hazel scented steam twisting everywhere…
Fiery eyes of gold and dreams of silver hair,
A glinting smile, a smirk….

The softest touch,
And inked vines coiled across softer skin,
Sleeping lilies and koi fish across bronze tinted plates,
And the comforting hand, the reassuring gesture,
For fear of metallic insanity….

Peeking from behind silver scales,
Towering above like sharpened swords,
Smiling to myself,
I watch your careful eye,
The weight of your shoulder against

Discarded.You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,
Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.
You can be the best of friends and then disappear,
They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.

But this has happened enough to me,
It's all everyone's been doing recently.
So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,
Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.

Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,
All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.
But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,
I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.

I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,
But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."

I Could"I Could"

I could travel as far as I can go

And never arrive to where I want

I could climb as high as the mountain's snow

And never completely reach the top

I could launch myself off a building

And somehow still survive

I could give into these feelings

Or look into your eyes

I could drown myself in a lake

And wash up along a coast

I could be stabbed with a stake

And live to talk and boast

I could drink myself to oblivion

And still never feel bliss

I could make a bold decision

And give you another kiss

I could try to right my wrongs

But some things can't be fixed

I could find where I belong

But your intentions are too mixed

not perfectI know I'm not perfect;
But, when it comes to you
I would do what it takes
For you to know the truth,
The real me.
know I'm not fake.

I've felt drawn to you for so long,
I will try to wait and hope you see thru
All my imperfections, and the wrong;
See the warmth, and love for you.

You've seen me nervous,
Me angry, my randomness,
But can you see the rest?
The love, honor, and faith,
and The protectiveness,
Or am I just in the way?

HurtI think I like to hurt myself
To cause my very own pain.
Who else can do more damage?
Who else knows me as well?

I think I like to hurt myself
A punishment to amends.
When I feel that I am overwhelmed
When I'm bathe in my own sins.

I think I like to hurt myself
To feel a true emotion
I can't hide from my own eyes.
I can't hide from my lies.

Running awayI want the world to freeze,
not in time, but in pain.
because if the world stopped,
what then could I gain?
I don’t want to feel alone
in this drowning place...
I want to run away
from the human race,
Because words hurt
and dreams aren't real
I just wish I could loose
the ability to feel...

In TranslationShe told me her flowers were dying but what she really meant was that she was dying, and she didn't know what to do about it. I don't think that anyone knew the answers, but mostly no one wanted to know the reasons, and so she's dying without the option of ever being alive. She makes me wonder. And sometimes she tells me that she just wants to feel less alone, but I am afraid, I am afraid to be the warmth that she tells me I could be and so I draw back instead if holding onto her and neither of us blames each other for the past that makes us so unable to love. To let ourselves be loved.

The emptiness feels like a cold that fills the space be

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This place is my sanctuary
It's my other home
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And I'm never alone

It’s the one place
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Not worried at all
Of what society wants to see

Where I don't have to wear this mask
And people don't care that I don't smile
They simply like me for who I am
And that's something what hasn't happened in awhile

It's a place where I can share my art
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Not caring what they say!
Or who sees what I do
Where I can be completely me!
A person known by few

It is pure freedom!
An escape from the chains
That seen to weigh everyone down
With such great pains

Pains of criticism
And worrying what people think
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Will they make my heart sink?

But this place is a safe haven
Where none of that matters!
These insecurities that I have
One after another shatters!

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The ExceptionThe exception-
It wasn't just the rejection
The disappointment you made me feel
The new hole in my heart you ripped
When I thought it had finally healed
The thought of it was ridiculous
You were the exception
The one who could do no wrong
Never a thought of deception
But here we are
A place I thought we'd never be
You took me by surprise
With something I failed to see
I guess i had forgotten
that you're your fathers son
It must run in the family
Compassion? You have none
Why invite me anyway?
If you were just going to tear me down?
Why build up my hopes and dreams
Only to let me drown
I pretended like it was fine
But You should've left me alone
I was fine the way I was
When I was on my own
But instead you invited yourself in
And I didn't really mind
Thinking you'd help me out
Thinking you'd be kind
But instead you built me up
Just to tear me down from my high
Crashing down and breaking
Just when I thought I could fly
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A blissful dreamA blissful dream
I had a dream About you last night
For the first time in many weeks
You waved to me and smiled
With a bit of red tinting your cheeks
You beckoned me to come over
But instead I stopped and stared
Contemplating weather to comply
But moving? I didn't dare
I simply turned a blind eye
And gave you a taste
Of how it feels to be ignored
Feeling like such a waste
I turned my back to you
Like you've done so many times
Watching me as i walk away
Leaving you to think of your crimes
Feeling relief and just a bit of pain
I walked each step with heavy feet
Knowing how it hurts to be abandoned
The situation was so bittersweet
Then I woke up
From that strange little dream
Brought back to Reality
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There was no terror
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A sense of peace
A tiny smile upon my face
Even if it wasn't real
For a single moment I was free
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What to do with the ticketWhat to do with the ticket-
I've recently been thinking
Wondering what to do
Should I invite you to graduation?
Should u give a ticket to you?
Would you even come
Or would you just stay home
Deciding it would be better
To leave me hanging alone
Would you tell me congrats?
If you actually showed your face
Would you buy me gifts
But knew they would never replace?
Would you hug me
Would you feel proud
When I crossed the stage
Would you cheer loud?
Would you take pictures
To look back on over time
Framing them for all to see
Your daughter in her prime
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Thoughts of you fill my mind
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And what if you declined?
What if I invited you
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I don't know what I'd do
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It's a right of passage
Something I've worked so hard at
You're suppose to invite family
People extremely close
People who've

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Why things have to change
The reaction I get
Always so strange

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The person you know
Even if I have no god
What's the big deal, so?

It doesn't change me
You've liked me up till now
But I guess this creates a space
That can't be fixed somehow

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Of hate and disgust
I though you weren't supposed to judge
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Doesn't mean I don't have morals
I have integrity and heart
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It's not like I'm a Murderer
I haven't harmed a soul
You're all just hypocrites!
You're out of control!

So what I don't read the bible
So what I can't recite one verse
So what I don't flaunt my religion
I can think of things way worse!

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Big freaking deal
You people have your religion
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Doesn't make you an exception
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First Kiss

by ~Blue-eyed-girl-23, Oct 12, 2012, 8:51:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Concrete Poetry

Kisses so sweet and velvety soft

A gentle and delicate brush of the lips

Soaking in the moment memorizing every second

I don’t take you in gulps but in small sweet sips

My heart: still pumping like the soft beat of a drum

My hands: still shaking from the adrenaline in my veins

My mind: still foggy, clouded with thoughts of you

My heart: now attached to yours tied in unbreakable chains

The smile that dances over my face

As we part I can still feel the remembrance of your kiss

I feel my heart leap in my throat

And let you know that it’s your lips that I miss

Mine tingle every so softly

And I touch them to make sure that it was real

Gently brushing fingertips to skin

I hope your lips is what I’ll feel

But alas this fog has lifted

From my mind against my will

But each time I think of that first soft velvety kiss

I always smile without hesitation and to my spine I get a chill

First Kissby ~Blue-eyed-girl-23

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Concrete Poetry

Another love poem! shocker!

are you tired of them yet?!

to bad! i cant stop!

Just had my first kiss a couple hours ago and so i wrote a poem of course!

im so giddy and happy i cant even see strait

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~Nick-chan Oct 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Ohhh so happy For you

~Blue-eyed-girl-23 Oct 18, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

NICK!

ive missed you!

and thanks!

me toooo (:

~Nick-chan Oct 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Shaaay

Ive missed you too :d have 2 or 3 days off duty

soo im yours

~Blue-eyed-girl-23 Oct 20, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

awesome!

hows it been??

~Nick-chan Oct 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Good training..shooting...kick-box...study..sleep...repat

~Blue-eyed-girl-23 Oct 22, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

lol awesome!

~Nick-chan Oct 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Sometimes ...(every thusday and thursday) i go to the club too

~Blue-eyed-girl-23 Oct 30, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Ohhhh thats fun

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*Gary-thedreamingpoet Oct 16, 2012 Professional Writer

Simply beautiful....

~Blue-eyed-girl-23 Oct 17, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

aw thank you! ^^

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