beth-any - Hello Poetry

I had a dream when I was a kid, Although, I can't remember it Because my adult parentals shattered it. Mind shattering, filling my head up With a bunch of **** that doesn't make sense to me. They taught me everything stereotypical.

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Sep 5, 2011

Sep 5, 2011 at 10:17 PM UTC

beth-any

Shattered Dreams

I had a dream when I was a kid, Although, I can't remember it Because my adult parentals shattered it. Mind shattering, filling my head up With a bunch of **** that doesn't make sense to me. They taught me everything stereotypical.

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Thinking too much. But not intensifying. I do what I have to, and I don't do a lot. Come to think of it, I'm lazy most of the time. My lazy is relaxation relax relate realize realizing.

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Aug 14, 2011

Aug 14, 2011 at 1:02 PM UTC

beth-any

Relaxation at its Finest

Thinking too much. But not intensifying. I do what I have to, and I don't do a lot. Come to think of it, I'm lazy most of the time. My lazy is relaxation relax relate realize realizing.

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Shredded to pieces, torn apart This world is angry and so am I What if I wasn't here, would I be in good shape? I need to stop thinking what might be my fate. I can't tell the future, neither can you But sometimes I wonder when I'm older Will I be thinking how much I grew?

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Aug 14, 2011

Aug 14, 2011 at 12:52 PM UTC

beth-any

Processing Life

Shredded to pieces, torn apart This world is angry and so am I What if I wasn't here, would I be in good shape? I need to stop thinking what might be my fate. I can't tell the future, neither can you But sometimes I wonder when I'm older Will I be thinking how much I grew?

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This isn't coke, this isn't **** Those hurtful drugs have finally left. For me, they have made a huge mess. So lay down, take a deep breath. Then inhale all the smoke, exhale all the pain, Stress is now releasing throughout my veins. One or three every hour, feel my lungs, losing power. But in fact, also feel the mind. Free it too. I smoke cigarettes, do you?

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May 30, 2011

May 30, 2011 at 9:38 AM UTC

beth-any

Tobacco Moments

This isn't coke, this isn't **** Those hurtful drugs have finally left. For me, they have made a huge mess. So lay down, take a deep breath. Then inhale all the smoke, exhale all the pain, Stress is now releasing throughout my veins. One or three every hour, feel my lungs, losing power. But in fact, also feel the mind. Free it too. I smoke cigarettes, do you?

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One day, when the sound of my cheesy ringtone had awaken me, I picked it up. It was who I expected it to be, but at the same time, unexpectantly. "I want you back, I can't live without happiness. And you give me the happiness that fills the spaces of my life." Want. All I heard was that word. That terrible, terrible, word that causes a ton of hectic problems. From the crack in his voice, to the thoughts in my mind, I didn't know what to do. I hung up in disbelief and confusion. Want, Need, Love, Hate, questions of everything hurts me.

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May 30, 2011

May 30, 2011 at 9:23 AM UTC

beth-any

A Journey of Want

One day, when the sound of my cheesy ringtone had awaken me, I picked it up. It was who I expected it to be, but at the same time, unexpectantly. "I want you back, I can't live without happiness. And you give me the happiness that fills the spaces of my life." Want. All I heard was that word. That terrible, terrible, word that causes a ton of hectic problems. From the crack in his voice, to the thoughts in my mind, I didn't know what to do. I hung up in disbelief and confusion. Want, Need, Love, Hate, questions of everything hurts me.

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Do I truly see myself through my own? I wonder what it would be like to be in someone else's mind Do their thoughts race around one hundred miles like mine? Am I abnormal, witty, or even a bit divine? Differentiating the world, is a habit I hold. Under my hazel eyes, and my hair like frizzy gold that is where it lies, the storage of my abstract mind.

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May 29, 2011

May 29, 2011 at 12:59 PM UTC

beth-any

Monstrous human being

Do I truly see myself through my own? I wonder what it would be like to be in someone else's mind Do their thoughts race around one hundred miles like mine? Am I abnormal, witty, or even a bit divine? Differentiating the world, is a habit I hold. Under my hazel eyes, and my hair like frizzy gold that is where it lies, the storage of my abstract mind.

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