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rachel-fix
American Depending on your point of view, I am an aspiring or wannabe writer. I write poems, short stories (Although, I've never finished one.) and a blog that I'm working on with my twin. / / http://justaquickfix.blogspot.com/
"A surprise? For me!" She squealed with glee For never had she Been quite surprised by he He was reliable, yes At tickling the best When it comes to kissing He beat out the rest But he'd had a yearning It'd been calling his name And from that weekend forward Vacations would never be quite the same At the Palace Hotel He'd booked them a room They had dinner, a show And a glamorous buffet to consume No, they weren't royalty They had no royal adviser But on that evening together No one would have been the wiser
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Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 5:53 PM UTC
Surprise!
There once was a girl who loved a boy but didn't know it yet. On the very first day of seventh grade, by chance, was when they met. Wide-eyed the girl stared at the boy a full foot taller than her. She asked his height and from then on shy friends was what they were. She watched the boy become a man both on the field and off and when was told they'd never be ignored each cruel scoff. She tried to date some other boys (alone is hard to live) but found that she'd a heart that was no longer hers to give. At last they are together though now they're far apart. They'll live a life together and he'll always have her heart.
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Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 6:35 PM UTC
There Once Was a Girl
I love you when I'm sad And I love you more each day I love you when I'm mad No matter what I say I love you when you're angry And I love you when I rant I love you when you hold me And I love you when you can't I'll love you for a lifetime And I'll love you through and through Here's your Valentine's day poem No one's loved like me and you
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Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 8:56 PM UTC
Valentine's Day
My bed is so big and so empty A constant reminder of you Devoid of your warmth and affection I'm not really sure what to do I'm lying here hurt and so empty All I can think of is you You're tired and I know that you're trying But I don't know what I need you to do You're sleeping, your mind is all empty I'm crying just thinking of you I'm writing these words to stop the tears And to keep me believing in you One day my bed won't be empty I'll wake up each morning to you So I'll close my eyes, my pillow in hand And hold it, pretending it's you
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Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 7:48 AM UTC
Empty
Oh, pull me from the shelf And riffle through my pages Read my words Caress my spine I haven't been touched in ages Oh, pull me from the shelf And take me out for tea Sip your cup Forget the world It'll be cozy, just you and me Oh, pull me from the shelf And let's go to the beach Set me down Bask in the sun Just keep me in arm's reach Oh, pull me from the shelf And take me up to bed Close your eyes I'll tell a tale And let dreams dance through your head
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Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 8:33 AM UTC
From the Shelf
zip We're in the tent ruffle We're under the covers Fully clothed, we're shy After champagne, we're tipsy Your arm makes the perfect pillow But I'm nervous and give us space "Do I get a goodnight kiss?" you ask "If you want..." I stutter For the second time that night, And ever in  9 years, We kiss You're perfection personified I'm awkward I roll over But wait... What was that? I turn towards you again Inhale Cool but inviting Sharp and intoxicating I've never smelled you before I cuddle closer I close my eyes, breathe you in My head swims I am yours How have I never noticed? I am yours Have you always been this soft and warm? I am yours Do you need me like I need you? I am yours Will you be mine?
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Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
I Am Yours
I wanted to write you a zombie poem (Blood is bright red and brains greyish-blue...) But I get so distracted When my thoughts turn to  you. How can I write about rotting flesh, And bodies being torn limb from limb, When all I can picture is your intoxicating smile And how each time I see it my world feels less grim? It's hard to describe our devious plans When all thoughts of you make me want to sing. But I like knowing that I am your queen And that wherever you are that you are my king. So, since this is instead A zombie love poem I guess I'll just have to say, "Aaaahahhhh!" and "Gwraaaar!" Every single day.
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Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 11:08 AM UTC
Zombie Love Poem
The ocean breeze caresses her skin Though she's still in Math 103 It tickles her face and tangles her hair Though she's still in room 118 The sun peaks out from behind the clouds Yet she's still in Math 103 It warms the sand beneath her feet Yet she's still in room 118 She falls in love with the sun and the sea While she's still in room 118 At this point she's not sure she's going to pass Pointless old Math 103
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Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 10:45 AM UTC
Room 118
I'm happy for you I truly am But this smile is not the portrait of that happiness It is a poorly formed mask Used to hide my jealousy And my pain And worst of all my self-pity and self-hatred I want nothing more Than to smile once again And to mean it But the cavernous hole in my heart That has yet to be filled with the love of another Grows larger and larger with each passing day Each week Each month Each year And every day it becomes harder to even put on the mask to hide beneath Every day a little more of the jealousy The pain The self-pity and the self-hatred shows And I fear that when my heart can no longer bear the weight Of the mask any longer I will truly be alone
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Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 10:38 AM UTC
Mask
Why am I always the one left alone? Just because I don't voice my every feeling, my every emotion That doesn't mean I don't have them So you walk away And you share your feelings with each other And I'll just sit here and die a little more on the inside Again Just because you haven't seen me cry That doesn't mean I'm not weak I am I'm weaker than I let on And I'm weaker than you would guess And I'm tired. Of. Being. Alone. But I won't cry Not in front of you, anyway I'll just sit here and die a little more  on the inside Again There is a hunger in my stomach, yes But it is nothing compared to the one in my heart The hunger that eats away at my very soul and mind And begs for the touch of another For the attention of another But is refused time and time again So I wait And I sit here And I die a little more on the inside Again
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Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 10:28 AM UTC
Again