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 Jan 2015 Sheenanigans
Meggghanq1
So many misinterpreted metaphors
make me cringe
''are you trying to ruin poetry for everyone''
but I hide my damp eyes behind my fringe
because I mustn't argue and my teachers are never wrong
They sing without a meaning or lyric in their song
we are taught to write what they want to hear
not the truth we feel inside our hopes and fears

But i must turn the other cheek
to get my degree I need..when home I ponder, I weep
because it was the school that killed poetry
for many of my peers..
But all is not lost..wipe away those tears
Grab the pen that feels ethical
the paper that doesn't deceive, doesn't lie
and write a poem that you can feel
you'll get out of school alive
(You know who you are who started this haha!)..Don't get me wrong I love teachers in general..I plan on becoming an awesome one someday too :)
 Jan 2015 Sheenanigans
blythe
We were once strangers
Merely passing by each other
Not noticing one another
Each presence does not seem to matter.

Now every second matter
Where you are and where you've been
My heart echoed to your beating heart
Our souls intertwined fate from within.

It happened fast
But I want to make our love last;
You made me believe in forever
You melt the ice that once froze my heart.

No more lying stagnant with remorse
You brought me back to life
Now I'm stronger than before
With you by my side
Nothing can go ever go wrong.

My days of yore may be clouded with sadness
But now you filled it with happiness
I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.
My first ever collab! :) Thank you so much Erenn! It is such an honor to write with you. :)

Blythe in italics
Erenn Y in bold

Hope you enjoyed reading ;)
Sadness is all that is left,
like the Church bells are tolling death.
Shorter daylight make me sad
and remind me of days that are no more.

*Тадеус
Season Affective Disorder.
© Тадеус 10-25-2014
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I saw raindrops sliding down my windowpane.
In the raindrop, that slid as a tear down my windowpane,
I saw God.


*Тадеус
© Тадеус 8-21-2014 10 pm
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 Jan 2015 Sheenanigans
Hinata
My love,
Listen to my heartbeat.
Does it sing sweetly like the angels above?
Can you hear how worn out it is from pain and defeat?
My love,
Look at my body.
Is it something that you love?
Is it beautiful even though it is scarred, stretched, and ugly?
My love,
Touch my hair.
Is it beautiful to you even if it's untamed and rough?
Do you love it enough to stare?
My love,
Feel my teeth.
Is it something you're afraid of?
Does my fangs make me look sweet?
My love,
Listen to my voice.
Does it sound sweet like the chirping of birds from above?
Does my childlike voice fill your void?
My love,
Stare into my eyes.
Can you see what I'm thinking of?
Can you see it's tired of the pain and lies?
My love, can you see me now?
My love, can you hold me now?
My love, my sweet, my wonderful,
Am I truly beautiful?
I'm back! **** a lot has happened while I was gone. Sorry for not updating sooner, I had schoolwork that needed to be done, anyways tell me what you guys think?
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