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 Jan 2015 FionaGrape
Sharina Saad
Love makes me cry
a thousand times or more
But true love
does crazy things
like loving someone
for a thousand years or more
even though ...
one could only live
up to 50........

Love makes me cry
Living in ruins
Eternity in dreams
Making impossibles possible
How could it be?
 Jan 2015 FionaGrape
Alicia
Looking back at old pictures.
Because who wouldn't want to go back to being the once so strong and confident being they used to be.
Because I know I would.

A.C
There's plenty reasons

You'll never love me

My body is one

It's far from the best

It's one of the worst

Also I'm not pretty

All the other girls are

I'm not very clever

Not compared to you

I'm just average

I don't stand out

I have loads of spots

That not even make up

Can cover up

I'm not at all popular

Not many people like me

They'd rather spend their time

Making fun of me

I'm not very tanned

Instead very pale

And everyone likes tanned skin

With slim bodies to match

We both know I have none of that

My eyes aren't perfect

So don't look too close

My personality doesn't stand out

I can be very quiet

Or at times very loud

Loose strands in my hair

Fly everywhere

Loads of split ends

You are just my friend

I'm stuck in the friend zone

I don't like myself

So I don't know how you'd cope

I'm lucky to have you

Just as a friend

But I can't help wanting more than that

So reasons why you'll never love me

There's more than a few

Those are some of them

But don't worry there's more too
This is one I did ages ago but I thought I'd post it.
 Jan 2015 FionaGrape
tee2emm
First day if the first month of the 2015th
What is different?
If you ask me, nothing
And everything

Nothing is different
My wordrope still stuffed with clothes from the year just past;
Same people and same faces
Except they seem to wear this shmock or smile
It must be a new year resolution
Resolutions that are easily misplaced somewhere in everyday confusion

Everything is different
I have 365days to make that difference
Days of grace
I will look back
But not so to retract
But to see what I need to take out and what I need to put back.

Self asks
What will they give?
Don't seek to receive
Spread the doors of you ban and dish out.
Though life is sour
Like without a reason to live for
Suicide seems the only door
But then I just stumbled on this thought.

When you no longer see any good reason to live
Just live anyway you must
Else you may be taking another person's reason for life.
Haven't been writing for a while, so just bear with my effort at a come back. Thanks.
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you try to fit in
but then people tell you to stand out.

what are you supposed to do with that?
because when you do stand out,
people criticize you and tell you to fit in.

society is not okay with you.
but as long as you are okay with you,
everything will be alright.

i promise.
Everyday I walk around.
I don't understand what I'm seeing.
There is Stardust in my eyes.
It's fogged up my sight.
I see how everyone is the same.
With their Ugg boots, North Face Jackets,
iPhones, and Coach bags.

Just take off your empty frames and,
Get Stardust in your eyes.
See things through a vivid light.
Get Stardust in your eyes,
Be yourself and don't conform.
Get Stardust in your eyes,
And let your colors shine.

I thought I was weird.
With my off brand cloths,
And no internet on my phone.
With my black eyeliner,
And my rhythmic soul.
But my eyes are burning,
I'm exhausted from hiding.
I am who I am.

I've got Stardust in my eyes.
I see things through a vivid light.
Get Stardust in your eyes.
See the world as it really is.
Get Stardust in your eyes,
Be yourself and don't conform.
Get Stardust in your eyes,
And let your colors shine.

Be yourself, you Are unique.
With Stardust in your eyes, you see.
Don't follow the robot hipster army.
Get Stardust in your eyes,
And Shine!
Originally written as lyrics

Stardustâ„¢  By Nadia DeLevea
 Jun 2014 FionaGrape
bambi
Vines
 Jun 2014 FionaGrape
bambi
when you left
I waited for your return
I waited until daisies sprouted
from the hollows of my collarbones
and until vines weaved themselves
into my ribcage, wrapping tight around my lungs
and taking away my breath
much in the same way you once did
but this was less painful
because the vines were a part of me now
a product of my own misery
and unlike you,
they couldn't leave
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