maggie - Hello Poetry

They see me, Right through me. They hear me, They never listen to me. When I walk through the door...... Wait, What door? They haven't given me a door. You know what they gave me? They gave me a window. Crystal clear. They don't see me, but I'm still here.

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Jun 8, 2012

Jun 8, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC

I"m Still Here

They see me, Right through me. They hear me, They never listen to me. When I walk through the door...... Wait, What door? They haven't given me a door. You know what they gave me? They gave me a window. Crystal clear. They don't see me, but I'm still here.

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When I look in the mirror, am I supposed to see something? You see a reflection. Do you see anything else? Does anyone see anything else, other than your appearence? No. They don't. Do I care? Am I supposed to? Because I don't.

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Mar 9, 2012

Mar 9, 2012 at 3:07 PM UTC

Do I Care

When I look in the mirror, am I supposed to see something? You see a reflection. Do you see anything else? Does anyone see anything else, other than your appearence? No. They don't. Do I care? Am I supposed to? Because I don't.

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Late Always too late. When they finally notice, you are already gone. They talk until their voices are sore, and you are down once again. They don't notice you are back up, until you obliterate the world, or rather, their world. And when they try to repent for their sins against you, you have gone deaf. When they try to show you how sorry they are, you have gone blind. When they try to touch you in fake sentiment, you suddenly become paralyzed. When they ask your forgiveness, you become a mute. They deserve your ignorance. They earned the right. It was by their own choices. So when they come to you, your heart goes cold, and you turn around and walk away.

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May 27, 2011

May 27, 2011 at 11:53 PM UTC

Definition of "My Family"

Late Always too late. When they finally notice, you are already gone. They talk until their voices are sore, and you are down once again. They don't notice you are back up, until you obliterate the world, or rather, their world. And when they try to repent for their sins against you, you have gone deaf. When they try to show you how sorry they are, you have gone blind. When they try to touch you in fake sentiment, you suddenly become paralyzed. When they ask your forgiveness, you become a mute. They deserve your ignorance. They earned the right. It was by their own choices. So when they come to you, your heart goes cold, and you turn around and walk away.

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When you leave this world, what do you give up? Friends? You have no friends. Family? Your family's gone. Home? You never had one to begin with. Love? Never found. The world? It's over. You give up nothing.

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Dec 23, 2010

Dec 23, 2010 at 8:01 AM UTC

Giving up.

When you leave this world, what do you give up? Friends? You have no friends. Family? Your family's gone. Home? You never had one to begin with. Love? Never found. The world? It's over. You give up nothing.

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I stare down at the enemy, or friend, it lunges for me it seems to give up, but it lunges again. Life? No matter. I gave that up a long time ago. Love? No matter. No one loves me anymore. Nature? No matter Nature holds no meaning for me. There is one last gift I can give to this world. The only thing I can give. Why? The reasons to stay here? Nada.

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Dec 23, 2010

Dec 23, 2010 at 7:57 AM UTC

Reasons? nada

I stare down at the enemy, or friend, it lunges for me it seems to give up, but it lunges again. Life? No matter. I gave that up a long time ago. Love? No matter. No one loves me anymore. Nature? No matter Nature holds no meaning for me. There is one last gift I can give to this world. The only thing I can give. Why? The reasons to stay here? Nada.

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A lone rose, raises it's ****** face to the moon, wondering, why do I not get the beauty it possesses? Why must I take beauty from the sun? Why can I not just wither and die?

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Nov 6, 2010

Nov 6, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC

Rose

A lone rose, raises it's ****** face to the moon, wondering, why do I not get the beauty it possesses? Why must I take beauty from the sun? Why can I not just wither and die?

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Love found, Love lost Love found again. He giveth and taketh away. Hero or villian, Who decides? " I decide." says He. He Who? Who let's you find love only to have it lost again? Who giveth and taketh away? He Does.

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Sep 27, 2010

Sep 27, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC

Decide

Love found, Love lost Love found again. He giveth and taketh away. Hero or villian, Who decides? " I decide." says He. He Who? Who let's you find love only to have it lost again? Who giveth and taketh away? He Does.

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On and On he travels, but will go no where. On and On he looks, but will see nothing, On and On he searches, but will find nothing but death. On and On he remains, vunerable, To Death's reaching grasp.

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Sep 27, 2010

Sep 27, 2010 at 11:37 AM UTC

On and On

On and On he travels, but will go no where. On and On he looks, but will see nothing, On and On he searches, but will find nothing but death. On and On he remains, vunerable, To Death's reaching grasp.

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He stares at the wreckage, the lost memories. He stares at the carnage, the loved ones he needs. He looks to the north to see those responsible. He howls in grief and anguish and then, For weeks, he hunts tracks and sniffs the trail. Following the traitor, blood scent. Then, he sees. He growls his grief and revenge. The leader answers, a challenge. He opens his jaws to let loose a vicious snarl. He puts his head down and charges knowingly to his life's end.

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Sep 14, 2010

Sep 14, 2010 at 5:53 AM UTC

Beautiful End

He stares at the wreckage, the lost memories. He stares at the carnage, the loved ones he needs. He looks to the north to see those responsible. He howls in grief and anguish and then, For weeks, he hunts tracks and sniffs the trail. Following the traitor, blood scent. Then, he sees. He growls his grief and revenge. The leader answers, a challenge. He opens his jaws to let loose a vicious snarl. He puts his head down and charges knowingly to his life's end.

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