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Many a time in life he thinks,
of how well to society he links.
Sometimes a COWARD,
sometimes a SHRIMP,
always a loser,
never does he win.

Unable to relate, he wanders around
places unknown; maybe homeward bound,
but knoweth he not, to where belongs,
that is a place nowhere to be found.
 Aug 2015 Melissa Joy Carlson
SMN
today
i feel weak and small
today
small problems become big
my brain is so full
i can hardly speak
today*
i’m batteling my mind
fighting the pain
trying to survive
with teary eyes
and an aching heart

*(s.m)
I didn't tell you about the life I led
The number of times I bled
I didn't show you the chapters I read
I wanted not pity to be the reason you stayed
I didn't show you the towns I've been through
I didn't want you to partake of the melancholy they brew
Didn't speak about how I fed on tough times till I grew
I regret never letting you in, you don't have to believe it's true
I didn't want to tell a single lie or see you cry
I didn't want to fail that's why I didn't try
All moments I was close enough to feel your sigh
When you helped me with my collar and tie
I didn't speak about how much I wanted your lips
Wish I had trusted my pips with their cunning tips
I didn't let the skeletons out of the closet for fears
They would hurt you and flood your eyes and heart in tears
 Aug 2015 Melissa Joy Carlson
SS
I long for something new.

I want so much to no longer *long for you.
Or for you to long for me too...
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Ifwe                  eve               ndes
Erve                  this               beau
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AllmylifeonthiswonderfuloldEarth
For wolf spirit. Hope you enjoy it!
Welcome to Society
It's full to brim
With blooming
Actors
And actresses

They practice each day
Their smiles and laughs
Till they're simply perfection
And you'll never know the difference
Between what's real
And what's not

These people
They act out their lives
With well practiced actions
And say it's all fine and dandy

When really,
*It's not
Happiness is the tide rising and falling.

Anger, a whistling kettle, boiling over.

Sadness is a withering flower, waiting for water.

Fear, a lion, roaring until it's conquered.

Hate is the moon, inconstant and fading.

Loneliness, a single raindrop falling towards the sea.

Jealousy is a parasite, eating away at you.

Confidence, a sunrise, for everyone to see.

Guilt is an upset child, begging for attention.

Emotions are the adjectives of life.
The reason love is not grouped along with all of these emotions is the fact that I feel love cannot be compared to something of the earth. For love should be everlasting and it is thought to be perfect, but nothing in this world is.
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