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I try but the words don't often come.
I am not a poet I don't carry a notepad in hand Or drink coffee the whole night through I cannot write of the wrongs life has given me Or of that man who stole my heart and left me empty I cannot write about missing you everyday And I cannot write about hating every part of me I am not a poet I don't have stories like you do I don't feel cold and hollow I am not A poet Good luck With life With that man With that friend With yourself I am not a poet I am happy
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
I am not a poet
Summer strips me bare of everything Melts off that I had become The cold wet weather formed my layers of rust And now I am clean But I am empty and bland Bearing no function at all I am told to start again And build something solid To last me more than a season But my arms are too weak And my vision is dotted
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
Summer
I remember last holiday Your smile extended yards And your laugh went on for miles The gleam in your eyes never seemed to stop But this year I see a change Your laugh was empty and fake And you were very sad by no mistake
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:15 AM UTC
Not Happy Holidays
Everything you do The devil is there He spends his life lurking In the most quiet parts of you He's there in the words that roll off your tongue As well as every blink And every breath That escapes your lung
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
The Devil
I've never met someone Who could really get What my entire existence was about And I can only hope That I'll one day meet them And they'll know How long I'd waited For a person like them To come along
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 8:42 AM UTC
Missing piece
There's nothing left in you For me to love Not because You're rotted But because I've Managed to love Every part of you From your split ends To your hairy toes Your scabby elbows And scarred knees From falling over and over Your ice blue eyes That have a talent of hiding all your lies I even love the way Your voice gets When you shout And you're angrier Than I've ever seen Because I've yet to find a part of you That I do not love
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
Sappy
Help a stranger Carry a smile Tell a joke Sing a song And then sing another Tell your mom you've missed her like no other Feed a stray See a band Climb a mountain Grab some friends And go on an adventure That never ends
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
Live Kindly
Hi It's been a while since I've been alone this long I wonder where she's gone to And if she's ever coming back I'd like to be a regular old ghost But being normal is something I lack Normal ghosts spend their time being Upset, angry and alone While I'm here Alone still But completely taken aback by some girl A girl who is very much alive While I am completely and nothing but dead Just dead and alone
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
Diary of a Ghost (Entry 2)
I want to go deep Into the ocean and just Lose myself in it
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
The Ocean
Hello I'm not too good at writing But I found this book in the basement I'm sure she wouldn't mind It'd been covered in dust and spider webs But enough of that I don't think diaries were made For telling how they were found Today was a good and bad day I mostly roamed around the house (like usual) I saw her (good day) And she was crying (bad day) I don't think living girls are into ghost boys So I guess I should have stayed away in the first place But I didn't like her being sad I don't know if you're expecting me to say that I gave her a hug and dried her tears Because I didn't Ghosts aren't supposed to be friendly I think that if she knew I stayed here She'd leave the next day I hope that won't happen So I'll try my best to stay away But as I was saying I didn't get to make her smile And even though I'm dead I'm still painfully awkward and clumsy And by painfully awkward and clumsy I mean that I An invisible ghost boy Bumped into the coffee table Spilling her drink Knocking down her books And scaring her terribly Stupid I'm so stupid She left the house after that I don't know where she went And she probably isn't coming back Because it's been a few hours And the house is still empty But I hope that she gives me another chance And by me I mean this whole place Because I'm not too bad of a guy Really
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
Diary of a Ghost (Entry 1)