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roni-shelley
roni-shelley
Don't expect me to write phenomenal poems / I'm never told that I can write / And I like that / But, I do love me a good pancake.
i lost all respect for Me.
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
Insecurities
Forget I told you to drown out the sounds of sarcasm when you left me a note on my doorstep and the navy blue hoodie sitting upon my kitchen counter. Maybe someday I'll remember that feeling of guilt When I wasn't good enough to keep you waiting.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
Where he went.
I stayed behind to pick up the pieces Right before I left for you to tell the tale.
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Don't be shy.
Clandestine words and actions that triggered What could have showed To be a past nearly forgotten Or wanted to... This embodiment is gradually deteriorating They know, they can see right through you. Roni. Is this an excuse? Or is this a fault.
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Be aware
I apologize For my inconsistencies For my opinions For being naïve or knowing too much of nothing For questioning the teachings of great thinkers, great writers, poets, inventors of all time I’m sure that they’re sorry too Sorry that not everything is done to a certain someone Or doesn’t pertain to those who toss it aside Sorry that we all live in our own separate and made up worlds Feeding off of old traditions Enhancing them to make our own “new” ones But then define plagiarism? If it’s such a huge issue Then why do we do it? So I am sorry. Sorry for copying you, him, her, them Sorry for stealing what was never there
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
Plagarism.
Dear something to remember Dear nothing that I knew Was it clearly a reason to give me a clue I’ve reworked the works of past lives Calculated numbers to exist with mine To reminisce on such a sweet accomplishment Known as greed to another man’s treasure Where thoughts could not coexist But exist if not measured Where jubilance is false and apt to do Walls concaved with no place to move Well if it’s so weird to think regardless of nothing Then shall I cope with what’s to come? Or have walls never been where they are or were To a place that was never done
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
Dear something to remember
No one to talk to No one to be To coexist with the same kinds Yet I will never see.
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Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC
No one to talk to, no one to be...
I saw him in my dreams The man who always saw potential in me Who saw all my aspirations before he could see me achieve them And so I told him that he should buy a lake house closer to home.
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
I'm glad I saw you
I've relied on time too much I'm aware that I confide on a basic thought "pretending" to be real... Although, I'm not the only one who checks their watch watching numbers change patterns reminding people of moments forgotten We've all been tricked I mean what exactly are you looking for when your alarm goes off "You have to wait an hour" etc... That's a waste, you're waiting on things that have already passed and yet... We've all been tricked We're not able to actually describe time Our definitions would include the word time itself But yet, I think the only "thing" that can tell time is Fate.
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Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
We've all been tricked
A week of reality is gone in just seconds As my life comes back to the reality that lacks truth and acceptance Not everyone can be an actor he said but not everyone can tell the truth. So I'm back to where I remain in the back of any group gathering photo including my family's.
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 2:49 AM UTC
Just being an honest stranger