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Art defines me...
Reading unwinds me...
Poetry keeps me going by keeping the blood in my vanes flowing
Most people judge me, even though they barely know me

That's why I spend my time on me
Yes... I'm lonely
But nobody gets me

Nobody get's that I'de rather put my head in a book
Or I'd rather write a song...1 or 2
Nobody get's that poetry is like a drug
I keep on using but can't get enough

Even GRAMMAR is fun
Thats why my friends don't walk they run

To scared of the girl who always writes
And never has time for any real fun
I mean like playing with a real gun
Or riding a bike with her eyes closed
Real stuff like getting in a bed without any clothers

Most people don't see I'm just not ready
To pretend I'm something I don't want to be
But still they keep on pushing pushing and pushing me
I don't luve up to what people expect of me. And it drives me crazy think that maybe i'm not me. I'm just one of thier dolls they play around with for fun. All i know is being good enough isn't gonna happen
You make me feel like I'm in pre-school
I keep on thinking about the bad stuff we could do
That's why my friends want me to stop thinking of you
They don't get what I do
They don't see the potential you have inside you

You try to cover it up to
But I see right through you
Specs never looked as good accept on you
I don't want  to rush
But ****...  I think I'm in love

I don't want to rush
But ****... Your hands must be so soft
I think I said to much
But I'd lie if I said I didn't think about you last night

You wonder in my head
The only person I imagine in my bed
He's everything I want and more. He's smart funny plus cool. His dance moves are awkwardly good. He does things. I'd like to do.
When you come home
You barely speak
You barely look at me
You started speaking in your sleep
She's been in the back of your mind all freaking week

Her hair is a perfect shade of blonde
She can sing to
Just like you write your songs
The melody you have is pretty strong
The two of you clearly belong

And I'm just here sitting, thinking
''What did I do wrong''
Cause she's perfect
The scent of her perfume smells like flowers and honey
Ugh this is so funny
I might just fall for her to
Look at her
She's perfect and all

But she has you to
Wrapped around her finger
And sticking like glue
Don't let anyone make you feel like your less
Something about you makes me fade
You fill up my empty space
You make me feel safe
And I never want this to end
Let's write our names in the times of sand
He's not only my everything but he understands
And that's all they need to get

I love being snuggled up in his bed
Or wearing his t-shirts he never gets back
I'm just happy with what I have
Everyday I see him in class
And all I think about is me sneaking out of his window
It was see-through glass
have you ever been in love

Have you guys ever done anything like writing on walls?
I thought it's way too fun till I got kicked in the *****.
This is my story; Once I was stupid and shy.
My first day in new school, then I started to cry.

'Cause this is my third school and I'm just in third grade.
Didn't make many eye contacts 'cause I was too afraid.
I was shakin' like leaves & desperately needed a seat.
And I sat next to a girl who seemed kind and sweet.

I saw a good friend in her, so asked her, her name.
She told me her name & then she asked me the same.
But some kids didn't like it, so they came towards me.
I was too slim, they started making fun of me.

Then they forced me to eat a few pieces of chalk.
From next day, I sat alone; To no one, I talked.
Kept taunting me every day and ate my pancakes.
I thought they hate me 'cause of some mistakes I made.

One day, I asked them on their face, what did I do?
Then a fat hit the fire, I was beaten black & blue.
But a kind kid rescued me from all those **** fools
But a few weeks later, he joined some other school.

And once again I was on my own for the rest of the days.
Used to rest in the classroom when rest of the class played.
Then one day, I wrote something on the freaking wall.
Three or four of them saw me writing and started a brawl.

They made me wrawl; I saw them watch me crawl.
And I prayed to Gods to end this, once and for all.
Next day I acted sick and stayed in my home.
But it did not work out, had to tell things to my Mom.

Next day she came to school to meet all those kids.
Smiled to those kids & told it's wrong what they did.
After that, those kids never troubled me again, never.
But, like a nightmare, it haunted my mind forever.

I never wrote on walls again but I never stopped writing.
Yes, I lost to those kids but I never stopped fighting.
Somehow I knew, Spidey is not gonna come to rescue.
So I wiped my own *** and never threw an excuse.

Once I was an average kid, I never aced a test.
But I wasn't gonna give up my fight to become the best.
Then I'm on a straighter path, so I saw the greater signs.
Later I nailed in Math and never failed in Science.

Somethings withered on the wine but still things were fine.
And nine years later, I saw me writing down some lines
for a friend of mine, before he became my spine.
He came first out of sixty; Yes, I made him shine.

Some days later he told I have a poetic soul
said that the poet in me can play a major role
in bringing all of my feelings out as a whole.
And not to let my emotions rot in a hidey-hole.

Some people still hated me, told I'm good for nothing
Told my ink is stinking, I should quit my writing.
They don't like to read me cause my pen keeps swearing.
Who the **** they are to decide who is fit for writing?

Some relations I had given me some food for thought.
All the love I got from all of them inspired me a lot.
So I wrote 'em down, even on the pain it brought.
Got the comfort I sought; Writing became my perfect shot.

This is an incomplete poem.

I was the new kid on the block. Because of that, I got bullied a lot when I was in 3rd grade. I wanted to write about that and how I overcame it and also about the writers block I experienced recently and my attempts to overcome it.
I wrote another 8 verses (about writers block part) but it's still incomplete. It's getting longer and longer and I don't know when I will be able to complete it.
We were walking in the park
I got scared it was starting to get dark
Anyways he touched my cheek
And got on his knees
All I could think is ''Thank God this is happening''

He gave his speech, I didn't say a word
I just gave him the longest kiss
He aimed the gun and didn't miss
You know what? I'm happy with blust

On the big day I walked down the isle
Daddy held my hand... And kissed me on my cheek

I saw him in the front line
He smiled, as his tear dropped
I swear my heart stopped

My mother didn't do my hair
Or pick out my dress
She just wasn't there to see where I was
And how far I came
To see me change my last name
To see my pull up my vale
A girl is getting married but her mother died....
He kissed me and held my hand
There we were, hoping the night didn't end
Yeah right, were just friends
Do I even need to pretend

Anyways... he touched my skin so softly and I knew it was time
For a split second all I wanted to do was cry
Not out of fear just my heart screaming out how wrong it all was
Sometimes things are wrong in love
I need to move on
Or else I'll die

Why is he this creature, all I see
That thing as you call him
He makes me happy...
He's not a monster... not at all
But clearly he's all I want
He's all I need

Pretty odd me
With that beautiful thing
He'd never harm a bee
And **** right he'd never harm me
I trust him
You see?
A girl and vamp fall in love and she doesnt care what others think about it
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