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California Teenager
Summer Daze Consisting of free wine and expensive cigarettes Reminiscing past choices,mistakes, and regrets I'm careless and career less watching the sun set and rise I'm realizing "Growing Up" is more than graduation goodbyes
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Untitled
So Many Thoughts running through my Mind As I Am Tossing these papers one at a time, Early morning hours as the minutes tick away I'll Fall asleep in the morning and wake up later in the day. Sometimes My Mind wanders and Some Say I need to control it but what is the value in that, when your mind is working and you choose to ignore it.
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
Thoughts Of A Paper Boy
The Thoughts RunningThrough My Mind Cannot Be Captured and Put Into Words So I Sit Here and Ask Myself "Why Try"
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
Thoughts
"Why do it", I ask. What’s my prize for this task. I’m going to bed, to bed I shall go. But I’ll leave you with a great question. Well at least I think so, Have you ever wondered why life is so strange, Why every choice you make leads to such a drastic change? I know that I do every once in awhile, Think of some outcomes and Cry, Laugh or Smile. You only get once chance to make any decision. No chance for a restart or any type of revision. Live your Life and Make it Fun, But in the end remember, all you have is One.
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
Chances to Take
I Try to Dose Myself with Sleep It Seems to Take Away the Pain But I Never Seem To Get Enough And I Really Don't Know Why
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Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
Maybe I Like It?
I Don't Write Poetry. I Write the way I Feel. I Don't follow any Rules. Except that what I Write is Real. The Way I Feel Is The Way I Write And I Do Not Write That Often But With Her Not Here I Try To Fill a Void. Because Sleep Is Scarce , Thoughts are Plenty And  the Keyboard Always Listens. I Guess  I Can say I Miss Her And That I Can't Wait To See Her But There is So Much More. I Can't wait to Fall asleep next to Her Wherever That May Be. And Wake Up Next to Her Smile That always Brings out the Best of Me I Can't Wait For That First Hug That Hug That Lasts Forever Yet Still Not Long Enough I Can't Wait To Tickle Her and Just to Hear Her Laugh A Laugh That Brings Back Memories of a PCH Hotel Room and A High School Parking Lot and So Many More I Can't Wait To Have Her  Leg to Place My Hand On When I Drive Most Of All I Can't Wait To Tell Here How Amazing She Really Is I'm Really Not A Poet,   I'm Really Just A Guy      That Really Misses A Girl
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC
I Don't Write Poetry
The Comfort felt next to you is greater than the comfort of a bed. That was something that I learned very quick. Very Quick I knew that there was something special about you. How I felt so connected in just One Month One Month and two more  you had a tent in your car that went unused Because two blankets and body heat was all We Needed.
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
...The Comfort
The First Time I saw you, you were in the shower.      At a party in a former schoolhouse           and I didn't even ask your name. The First Time we talked was on facebook.      You were planning a trip to Long Beach          and I Just Wanted To Get Away The First Time we met was at a gas station.       I got in the back seat of your car            And was with you for the next 55 hours The First Time we kissed was in the back of a Toyota.      After a day spent at the river           and a night of fireworks,and tickle fights. The First Time I wanted to say I love you was on my birthday.      We climbed up a waterfall           but To Me It Was So Much More The First time I Said I Love You Was At A Concert      Only A month after I First Met You           And I Wish I'd Said It Sooner.
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
The First Time
It was more than just a bunch of dancing kids and crazy clothes. It was a place where I could feel the good vibes of the people around me. A place where when you looked throughout the crowd all you could see were smiling faces. It was a place where people came together, a place where everybody felt welcomed. It was a place to escape your problems and a place to simply enjoy being alive.
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
it
Procrastination with lack of motivation Leading you towards devastation Favorite song on the radio station Not really caring about any education Instead daydreaming with a vivid imagination Wanting to go on an all inclusive 3 week vacation Taking a 30 minute break for some much needed meditation Rhyming this many words to make a poem takes too much dedication I really did write this so I'll put a personal problem in for some further verification Thats my poem on Procrastination Sorry Its Late
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
Procrastination Poem