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Saint Jimmy Jun 2016
It's all a lie,
That's what it feels like

She hates me
She only wanted to play a ******* game
Saint Jimmy Jun 2016
She is like the colour Red,
the colour of a beating heart as it is donated from a loved one to their partner, she is the colour of her perfect blush
she is perfect beautiful,
dangerous,
entrancing,
marvellous,
wonderful.
She's my only one.

She is like snow,
fresh snow, so perfect and amazing,
she makes my eyes light up and smile,
she is beautifully perfect,
and brings happiness to everyone,

she is the picturesque villages that one can fall in love with again and again every day. She is the frozen lakes that provide the childhood ice rinks where children play and dance, safe and happy.

She is...
empty today,
unable to focus on the daily things,
because the world hurts so much.
I can usually hide from this pain,
but this -
this wanton destruction of life -
it will scar,
and i will never be rid of it.

but if i could be rid of it,
would i be able to take action,
or lulled back into my cave of complacency?
how I feel after the shootings in Orlando.
Saint Jimmy Jun 2016
Picture the scene...

Emo punk kid, on a paper round.

Picture the scene, Emo punk kid is suicidal.

Picture the scene, creepy customer.

Weeks pass.

Picture the scene, it goes too far.

Emo punk kid pushes it and tells someone.

Picture the scene, police involved.

Picture the scene, emo punk kid attempts suicide.

Picture the scene emo punk kid has exams.
Emo punk kid falls asleep in his geography exam.

Emo punk kid has results day.

Geography teacher is there.

When emo punk kid gets told he should have done better, his world dies.

When he is told he should have gotten over it before the exams he gets angry.

When he gets told to move on he grabs a rope.

When emo punk kid's girlfriend left him, the rope made a noose.

When emo punk kid was told today that it doesn't matter that he was the victim of ****** abuse

Picture the scene, geography tomorrow morning, a rope and a stuck up fool.

Picture the scene, no more geography teacher. No more emo punk kid. No more girlfriend.

Picture the scene, now swap with emo punk kid and end it how you would.
another old poem of mine, also from poetfreak, but hey ive found the **one** now! and she means the world to me, this was a real event, but im over it now which is why i am sharing with you,

Edited note (August 2016) the one? Yeah, so much for her ahahahah
Saint Jimmy Jun 2016
I have no-one.
I cry as I write this.
I had written a letter for you, but it doesn't matter anymore.

I have no-one that I love that way. Not anymore
I am giving up on you, so I see you happier.

I don't like this feeling of emptiness.
I don't like having no-one.
I don't like feeling lonely.

I guess I'd better get used to it.

I'll always be alone
hi all, i know i haven't posted in a while, but i've got exams and have been a little under the weather, this is an old poem of mine, originally posted on poet freak, and im no longer alone!!!!
Saint Jimmy May 2016
I can tell you about the day I met her.
I can't tell you the day of the week or even the date, but I can tell you details.

I can tell you that she was wearing a grey hoodie and pink converse.
I can tell you that she had the most amazing smile I've ever seen.
I can tell you that she had her hair down, but brushed behind her ear,
And I can tell you that her hair is a grey-brown colour.

I can tell you about the other day when we went out to the local woods. She was wearing all black.
But she was smiling, and I can tell you that she has the cutest blush ever that starts by her nose and covers her entire face.

I could tell you all about her.
I couldn't tell you what body spray she was wearing, but I can tell you that it smelt like spring, and comfort.
I can tell you that you could search the Amazon rainforest and not find something that smelt as nice.

I could tell you all that, it just wouldn't do her justice.
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