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Elizabeth P Jun 2014
In the state of the Lone Star,
the sun begins to pound on my pale skin
As summer begins

I'm out of school
I'm out of a social life
I'm flooded in books
Required and wanted alike

Sweltering heat makes the air thick
Like sweet Southern molasses
The mosquitoes are out full force
And the ants are too

Old ladies and men on porch swings
Speaking quietly to themselves
The young and active squabble in yards and pools
Whilst under parent's watchful eye
The young and geeky sit in front of screens
Fingers and thumbs moving away

Freedom
The boiling *** of summer freedom
Drips on the stove of the people
Calming them into summer's lazy drift...

Those are the realities of a Southern Summer.
"Hate me if you must, it's your choice, but know this, the more I am hated the more I am liked because I must like myself more to make up for your hate".

Karl Franssen
If I told you that you mean
something to me
could you open up your mind
and see yourself more clearly
don't you understand
you don't need to be royalty
you're just as great
as a new song from Demi
so let's stop pretending
that we're not who we want to be
let's start looking in the mirror
and liking who we see.
So let's stop lying to ourselves
we're just as good
as everyone else
don't let anyone bring you down
let's just paddle ahead on this ocean of emotion
and let's stay happy and not frown.
So don't let them tell you,
that you're not great
let's not be consumed
by our own hate
for the person we see,
let's decide our fate,
so don't let it bring you down
or you'll get cut
by the mirror shards on the ground,
but you're still here,
you're still around,
you're important.
So don't cry when I can't be found,
just look inside you
and hear the sound
of these words
inside you're heart
you're meaningful, important,
and if you feel sad just go back to the start,
and read this over and over again, until you understand.
I won't stop writing until you're smiling,
and only then this poem will end.
Just remember no matter what, life is only as great as you make it. : )
Lying in a flower patch
Staring at the sky
Wishing you were here with me
But its just me, myself and I
Never had the courage
Was always just too shy
You always looked so pretty
With that sparkle in your eye
I miss you so much
And I let out a sigh
But I just want you to be happy
To you I'll never lie
I had always hoped
That I would be your guy
My phone starts to ring
My ringtones "Pumpkin Pie"
I listen to it ring
Before I pick up and say "Hi"
I turn around just like you said
And almost start to cry
You run to me and give me a hug
You don't want to say goodbye
This place just means so much to you
And its easy to know why
Because without you we're like flowers
We'll all just wilt and die.
  Jun 2014 Elizabeth P
ilina286
If i tell you that my heart
Is made from glass
Would you hold it
Or you would let it crush.

If i tell you that my heart
Is a big diamond
Would you keep it by your side
Or you would sell it
To an unknown guy
Elizabeth P May 2014
you say you love to see yourself bleed
you say you over-think
you say i needn't plead
i'm afraid you're on the brink

you say i'm the closest to heaven that you'll ever be
you say you are a sad, sad person
to the first i'll agree
i just hope it doesn't worsen

you say no one's ever loved you
you say you hate everyone
but the first isn't true
i do love you
though you're not the favorite son

you say you're a liar who hates liars
you say in death there is salvation
who lights rude fires
but who deserves a standing ovation

i don't like this side of you i must admit
but i fair no better looking only at the surface
at all the wit and ****
you must have a purpose
as we all do
all we have to do is find it
me and you
for K.F. (B.F.)
Elizabeth P May 2014
will you let me guide you out of your misery?
i am here to help
will you let me love you as a brother and best friend?
i want to love you
will you let me see your ****** wrists?
i would like to help them heal
will you let me see the real you, behind the facade?
i want to know who you really are
will you love me?
i really want to be cherished
will you like what you see when i show you the real me?
i can't be assured you will
will you let me tell you about my scars? my story?
i need to be free

well, will you?
for K.F. (B.F.)
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