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 Feb 2015
Leah Rose Piscopo
The world is my palette and I am the painter.
 Feb 2015
FallenAngel93
Roses are red,
                         violets are blue,
                                                     when things fall apart,
                                                                                            love is our glue.
#girlfriend #love #forever
 Feb 2015
Maura
All at once I realize I'm not okay
and I get so upset I can't even pray
all of my problems just seem so cliche
my lip quivers and I begin to give way

the dam breaks and I suddenly know
that I'll no longer be able to sit and lay low
I bottle so much up and I can't let go
of this feeling that will forever grow
that I am nothing, but I sure am I pro
of slapping on a smile and running a show
that depression is just something I'll outgrow
but that's not the truth and you and I both know
that my happiness is dim and nothing but a glow

Why won't anything work out
my faith is dry and in a drought
because I am in so much doubt
that God doesn't even have a route
or a way for me to get out
and so I sit in my room and pout

I feel hopeless I need this part of my life to be done
because it's awful and I'm having no fun
It's cold and dark and I'm really wondering where is the Sun?
I want to give up and say fine depression you've won
but I can't... so for now I'll just sit here and be done
 Feb 2015
SøułSurvivør
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Kings and queens
and progeny
all work out their Destiny

Subtle courtier
ruthless knave
demon spawn
ambitious slave

Battles fought
and sometimes lost
sometimes won
at dearest cost

Summer lion
springtime lamb
are slaughtered
in the winter's calm

The company of
enemies and friends
all are one in the end

The marriage vow
the ties that bind
the power of the concubine

Those wheels of power
grind men's bones
when they play

the Game of Thrones


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/15/2014
This series is one of my
guilty pleasures


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 Feb 2015
Ann M Johnson
If you were a poem
I could write you easily
If you were a poem
I would not have nightmares about you
If you were a poem
I would not be sweating
If you were a poem
I would not be fretting
If you were a poem
I would not have rough draft after rough draft
piling up at my feet
If you were a poem
I could finally get some good sleep
If you were a poem
I could keep my sanity within reach
I could lie lazily at a beach, if only in my imagination
If you were a poem
The problem is that you are not a poem
If only you were a poem instead of  being an
Essay
I have had problems with my composition essay assignment for school
 Jan 2015
Chelsey
If I carved the words "I love you"
into every inch of my skin,
would you believe them?
Would you believe me?

If I painted a picture of my heart
with the very blood that it pumps,
would you cherish it?
Would you cherish me?

If I promised that there was no one else,
that there was only you,
would you accept that?
Would you accept me?
Would you accept me?
 Jan 2015
Kiara
All it took was one look
One memory
One flashback
One feeling
I'm back again
I remember it all.
The sadness
The irritability
The feeling of worthlessness
The feeling of impending death
The breakdown...
I'm back again.
And this time may be the last.
 Jan 2015
Chalsey Wilder
I wouldn't expect you to know beauty."
Beauty isn't ten pounds of make up, long hair, and thigh gaps
Beauty isn't the biggest ***** or **** you can find
Beauty isn't always short and petite

Beauty is her personality
It's her laugh, it's her smile
It's her ability to make you laugh for miles
It's her hugs that make your heart beat fast
And blushing madly when she grabs your ***
It's the way she loves and lives off of fun and enjoyment
It's the way she holds you during sleep over nights

She may be beautiful on the outside, but that doesn't compare to what I know is on the inside
 Jan 2015
FallenAngel93
When she has too get off the phone,
And your world crashes,
Because honestly all you want to hear,
Is her voice,
ugh..
 Jan 2015
B M
People stopped asking me how I feel, simply because I think that they already knew the answer and they didn’t want to bother with repetition. I turned into a page in a book. Only looked at when needed, only read when I’m wanted. Then I’m put back on the shelf. I feel like people forget about me. That I sort of just fade into the background, because I’m just always there. I am the fly on the wall. Swatted away, and forgotten. There is no real dedication to my existence. Just moments of clarity, and then they go blind again. No matter what it is I am I feel like people stopped caring about me. Maybe it is in a selfish way or maybe it is because I became good at hiding my feelings. I feel like the stars in the night sky. Millions and millions of light years away, and I disappear before anyone acknowledges me.
 Jan 2015
Just Melz
There's
     a
        FIRE
            in
                my
                     SOUL
                 burning
              me
          ALIVE
       from
   the
INSIDE
    out.
        No
            WATER
                or
                    wind
                 CAN
             control
         it.
For the element challenge...
 Jan 2015
Creep
Paradise?
No such thing.
You thought it was real?
Hah.
It's just an illusion,
I'm just waiting for it to crumble.
Paradise lost
By hollywood undead

Hey dani, sorry this is morbid ^^" but its true, no?
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