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Are we forgetting the true meaning of poetry,
Just like an older child might forget his/her favourite toy.
Well you know what they say a toaster toasts toast
And a poet posts poems.
Unless they don't in which case it isn't Tuesday but moonday because what are we all if not butterscotch pudding.
Yeah that's what I thought now you tell me what we do when we're not doing anything other than that something.
I don't get it either
Who are you
A poet he says
Just because you string a line of words together doesn't make you a poet, you're not even very good at it, and I know you know it.
Maybe he says
I don't get you
I'm complicated he says
I hate you and you're a terrible poet.
I know he says.
Just giving myself  a bit of criticism.
"Suddenly I See" (KT Tunstall)
Just how "Heartless" (A Day To Remember)
You are cause, "I'm The Best Thing That Never Happened" (We Are The In Crowd)
To you, all you wanted was my "Attention" (We Are The In Crowd)
Now that's gone so "What Do You Want From Me" (Adam Lambert)
And I bet "If I Leave" (A Day To Remember)
Then you'll start to "Breakdown" (Tonight Alive ft Benji Madden)
Cause you're such a "Lonely Girl" (Tonight Alive)
So I'll "Stay, Stay, Stay" (Taylor Swift)
If you'll "Kiss Me Again" (We Are The In Crowd ft Alex Gaskarth)
I have two other poems like this, I think they're titled What Was The Name Of That Song, and  What Was The Name Of That Song Again
And then it's gone
And you feel like you're gonna be all alone
And I don't know just how to help you
And no I don't know the right words to say to you
But... I'll be here waiting even if you don't come back
Yeah even if the stars and sun collided with the earth in one big crash
I'd still be here
Yeah not even a hurricane could know me now
Yeah I'll still be around
Hoping you'll stay...

Times may change
But things stay the same
Now's here
The first couple of lines are written at the end because I wrote them after I wrote the other stuff so in my notebook its written like that.
 Jul 2014 Kagami
Willow Grierson
You took care of all of my booboos
Kissed all my scars
But when mental woes came
I was discard.
I am terrified now,
to come to you,
I don't want you to look at me
Like I'm twisted.
Worthless,
I felt like that for three ******* years!
But when it's your mother,
the pain is so much more unbearable than you thought
 Jul 2014 Kagami
Love
I. Sexuality (textbook definition) - capacity for ****** feelings.

II. Sexuality (urban dictionary) - having been born liking either males or females. Sexuality encompasses being gay, bi, straight, lesbian, *******, or transgendered. Sexuality is the drive designed in humans to what they are attracted to. Most people mistake the word lifestyle for sexuality which is why there is ignorance in our country.

III. Sexuality (to homophobes) - a sin unless you like your opposite gender. No exploring your sexuality before marriage. If your sexuality is anything but straight you're going to hell.

What is sexuality when you develop a sexuality before you even know what *** is?

How is something a sin when it's developed before you reach kindergarten?

I knew I liked girls before I knew how read.

How did I choose to be gay when I have no recolation of ever making that decision?

So the question I come to ask myself is what, I rather how is sexuality?
Poorly written but it expressed my thoughts.
 Jul 2014 Kagami
Angelina Desh
The thunder woke me the same way you broke my heart.
I sat up in bed, sweating, panic settling in
The same way it welcomed me graciously when I realized
I'd have to endure every single day
without less than a single spoken word

You won't even look at me.

I used to fight
for you, against you
against the constant urges to look you directly in your gold threaded eyes
and wonder why?

There was a day
where I fought for your heart
and won.

Nothing is the same.
Now it's all detachment and denial
from you, my thoughts, my anger
from the amber glow that follows me radiating red
a somewhat burning hell.

Every morning I see you go to your locker
That's when I can still hear the thunder.
This is probably my most angry poem. I've dealt with awful anger issues and writing them down really helps me. I'm sorry that this one is such a downer.
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