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stephanie-boehringer
stephanie-boehringer
German Just an average redhead trying leave her prints in the world
Love. It no longer exists in this world for most people. It is a giant and glorious let down, it is cynical as it is beautiful. It is a lie, a deceitful dream. An intangible reality. Unimaginable torture of the heart in a vast, empty earth. So I wait. Wait for that daydream to torture my soul and wring my heart free of this reality. Wait til my eyes are tired and my mind is blank. One day I will find myself wandering through it's lies. Into the wonderland of it's beautifully strange rhythm. Lost in it's blinding light. Singing it's brilliant and charming tune. Foreign and distinct. To touch it, to feel it would be as if to touch the sky and all the stars within it.   Dreaming to hold the star. It is not possible. No. But still, I dream it. To dream, to live, to love.
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
Daydreamer
The Rock was here, the rock was there Rolling whichever way it dared The Rock was big, the rock was strong The little Rock never did him wrong The boy was good, the boy was young But one bad thing the boy had done He kicked that Rock so hard and tough That once round Rock, no so sharp and rough Both Rock and boy were once so good That boy didn't do what he thought he should One big splash after he had swung This one bad thing the boy had done
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
Sinking Stone
You took my heart, And stomped out its flame. You sought to destroy, Something you thought you could tame. You think you're so tough, You can't boss me around. That voice torments me so, Such a thundering sound. I had once loved you, My thoughts of you I cannot shake. I felt in the pit of my soul what we had was true, But now you just make my ticker ache. You never told me how you felt Or how much you had cared You had complete control of the place where my heart once dwelt Which no other person has ever shared have you always cared for me? of course I have, why wouldn't that be? my heart's still yours and yours is mine. just take my hand and it will all be fine...
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 10:44 PM UTC
The Nothing Fight
He's mean, he's a crook, he's down right rotten The things he has done I have never forgotten He's evil, hateful, and just plain mean He as to be right about everything May he choke on his spit And be struck where he now sits He should just vanish or go far away I wish I could shoo him away all day Everyday I give him the look of death I wish he would take his last breath He is a target and I'll throw a dart All because he decided to steal my heart
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
Never Forgotten
He was kind and sweet The first boy to take my hand and hold it tight Just like this Though we were young and innocent He took my heart with his very first look No other boy could ever steal my gaze That boy never had to try... To make me love him It was like magic when we first met Like fireworks in a black night sky Or like a neon arrow pointing right at him I loathed my heart for it made me ache If I took even just one look at him This boy made my heart yearn So much I wanted to scream This boy tortured my soul His loving smile tore me up So hard I had wished for our first kiss But when his kiss finally touched mine It wasn't his skin or the kiss, it was what he said I'm moving away, I hope to see you again someday
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:48 PM UTC
The Sealed Kiss
This was something fun I wrote in high school: Everyday of school is boring Except when you're in H's class Usually he's singing Britney really loud Or making sarcastic jokes But the thing students love about him Is that he makes fun of everyone There's; Randal, Cassius, and Shorty And some who can't take a joke What I like most is my last name And how no one I know can pronounce it But when someone says it right, it just annoys me Not Mr. H, no not him He says it wrong, Just to make me happy
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:37 PM UTC
Names
Every day that you lie in bed The pain and agony, that you suffer Every second you feel your head You wish that you were tougher. The ache, that feeling deep inside you It never seems to ease The hurting, this thing it makes you Constantly on your knees. Anytime you blink your eye Or try to turn or talk Your pain will surely make you cry So much you cannot walk. These things they pain us every day I don't know why we need to suffer The only thing they have to say What doesn't **** you makes you tougher. The problems of the pain will bring tomorrow The worry, the pain, the fear It's all part of this world of sorrow With its never ending tears. But friends and family always near You have them at your side A mom, a dad, a friend to wipe a tear To see the person inside To help you when you fall To know the person that you hide The one that never cries at all.
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:30 PM UTC
The Suffering
He growled so fiercely at me, As if I've stung him like a bee Those angry eyes stare through my soul, How I love to watch his anger grow My heart is his, this cannot change, Our love, once young and beautiful. Painfully ripped and bled in his rage, Now broken and so pitiful. No words he utter could ever part, The lifetimes of love within my heart. He is a curse that I must bare, Because I no longer have a heart to share. The pieces that he touched are dead, My heart that I have come to know Now filled with what he had spread, The pieces of his angry soul.
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
Pieces of Anger
He was my cloud to the cruel sun. A small, but cooling shade for me. A protection and comfort to one, To feel him here was a necessity. His face lit up every broken piece of my heart, The love he gave that would always warm. This dreadful thing ripping us apart, The horror that took me from his arms. And the thoughts of him I cannot budge, If I had one more chance to know, The perfect face that none could judge. The thought of seeing him here again gives hope. And all our memories are now clear to me It just seems we weren't meant to be.
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC
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