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 Sep 2014
Latiaaa
I'm so use to pain,
It's like a dealer use to drugs.
Swallow yourself with hatred words,
Like you'd do with pills.
Inject sorrow like narcotics.
Snort the heartbreak,
As if it's coke.
Take breaths of depression and exhale them.
Drink your tears as if alcohol.
Pain is a addictive drug.
Once you're hook, you're use to it.
It hurts once in a while, but that's how all drugs are.
Let's not hide ourselves away anymore
(If only it were that simple)
Reading tales about
Damsels in distress
Oh will I ever find my princess
Or will I just give in and believe
That there’s no happiness for me
In this land, in this world, on this earth
No it can’t be true

[Chorus]
There’s no princesses in the world
They’re all trapped in books
Or inside my head
Oh why wasn’t I told
Now all my fantasies, all my hopes and dreams
Are dead

Let’s all dance around badly
Run around madly
Til we find what we’re hoping to find

But all my fairy tale
Fantasies
Are dead to me
Specifically because

[Chorus]

Don’t know where to go
Cause no one’s here with me at all
But I don’t wanna slip
I don’t wanna slide
I don’t wanna fall
I just want to hide

I don’t wanna slip
I don’t wanna break
I don’t wanna fall in love again
Be-cause

[Chorus]

So stop lying to me
I know what I see
And what I see is this

There’s no princesses in the world
No there’s no princesses
Nor knights or ladies fair
So I don’t care
Because I know that you don’t exist

No there’s no princesses
So don’t try to tell me there is
Cause if I know one thing
It’s this

There’s no hope or dreams
Just sadness it seems
That’s how it looks to be
So please don’t read out my story
Because I know how it ends
And there’s no happy ending for me…
 Sep 2014
Latiaaa
I don't care.
Everytime I try, something little destroys it all.
Gets me furious.
I hate getting close, then knowing I'm so far.
It annoys me.
That's why I don't try anymore.
There's no point.
There will always be a girl prettier, cooler than me.
That's when the competition comes in.
Leaves me in chills and anger.
This is why I have little emotions.
They've been ****** out of me.
Am I that useless?
A one time thing?
This is why I stay in my comfort zone.
I was so fine,
until I ****** up.
I don't even care anymore.
I'm just disappointed at myself.
Come back down and out of the clouds.
Foolish child,
Never listens.
You know what I don't like?
People that have over 500 followers and follow less than 10.
But you know what annoys me more?
When these 'popular' people ask us little people to check out something of theirs.
And yet they're too good to check out our work.
 Aug 2014
Francie Lynch
The  smile on the moon
Seems a frown,
Since our world
Flipped
Up-side-down.

The one-legged runner
In a three-legged race
Smiled,
Cause his bi-pedded
Partner
Can't keep
Up the pace.

The one-eyed
Astronomer
Studied starry skies;
Discovered all the
Black holes
When he closed
His only eye.

It's only one's perspective
Making one selective;
I'll be more receptive
To those so soon rejected.
Let’s all just take a minute
To shut the hell up
And talk about our feelings
Come on you know you wanna
Let’s talk about them one by one
Let’s talk about them you know it'll be fun

Feel the warmth on your face,
Discover your breathing space.
Lose yourself and escape,
For you are unique in the first place.
Welcome happiness's embrace


Let’s talk about happiness
You might think it’s the best
But it’s just a pest
Because more or less
It just makes me feel stressed

Everything blurs together,
All in your displeasure.
Alone, you're angered in life's adventure.
Take a breath if the balmy zephyr.
One step at a time, tackle your aggressor


Let’s talk about feeling angry
When it’s here everything just seems to annoy me
I just want people to go away because there’s no one I want to see
This feeling doesn’t do things peacefully
This feeling it doesn’t need to be free
So let’s lock it up and throw away the key

Down we go,
Into sadness's plateau.
Tears are welcome to get you through the long tow.
Hide yourself from the status quo.
Someday I know you will tread in life's game show.


Let’s talk about feeling sad
You might not think it’s rad
But sometimes the feeling isn’t half bad
It sure beats feeling mad
But with sadness there isn’t much fun to be had
Italics are Kaitlin Molden's Lines
Normal are Karl Franssen's lines
Why is it that some dreams seem so real
and some memories so false
Does anyone else have fake memories?
 Aug 2014
Latiaaa
No matter how much you plea and cry,
The memories will not appear back.
The heart wrenched days and the guilt trip days were good.
The soft peck days and the love set days were also a treasure.
Memories run for a reason.
Not to get away, but to stay longer.
The more you think the more you cry.
Memories cherish every ounce of feeling.
You can feel them with your own fingertips.
Some people like to sway from memories.
Other try to recount it.
It's like a spin cycle.
Your memories hold the gold that rest in you brain.
Don't deny or hate it.
It's life.
Memories are faster than the speed of light.
 Aug 2014
The Unbeliever
Who would shrug off being alone
Like rain
Is that the difference between
Having a father and not?
Or just being able to ignore it?
 Aug 2014
Vanessa Gatley
Only place
I hang with friends
Mostly
I can escape from
Home
Its a new home
Where I learn
Learn secrets
Rumors
Feel safe
 Aug 2014
Kenshō
I surf the sky, above the city;
I notice the poor and addicts and their pity.
I can see the future from here-
My mind is overwhelmed with thoughts of fear.
The men in black are having a mechanical cheer..

I can walk the path of any persons feelings.
I can see way beneath the banana peeling.
I observe all these people stealing.
We must come together to start the healing.
I know, when you think about it you get that feeling..

Differences are minor in proportion to how we are alike.
It shouldn't matter how fast you ride, we all learned to ride the bike.
It shouldn't matter when you arrived, you had to take the hike..
Now is the time for peace to strike.
For violence and isolation has failed many times.
old poem
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