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Livingdeadgirl Jan 2015
I wonder what it'd be like
To fly high
And never come down
Would I be missed?
Probably not
Would I be loved?
Probably not
Would I be forgotten?
Probably
Would I be me?
Idk
Would I be happy?
Probably not
Would I be free?
Never
Would I be new?
Probably not
Would I be shot at?
More than likely
Would I be?
Idk, I'm not sure I am now.......
  Jan 2015 Livingdeadgirl
Linger
You
Forever I want her
On my mind; or
Right next to me, laughing all the time.

Never had I seen
A beautiful girl
That could take my breath away, but
A stary night was all it took, and I fell in
Love, my heart set ablaze by the very
Idea of her, and
Everyone knows it was you .
Read the first letter of each line
Livingdeadgirl Jan 2015
I feel so alone
Forget this life
Someone is playing my life
It's just a huge joke
A game to them
I'm about to be done with people
They bring mostly pain
Forget the knowledge
In my fathers eyes I'm a know it all
I guess I'm worthless
It's all so much *******
I'm ******* tired
Growing up I was quiet
I was so..........
I don't even know anymore
My grandma tells me a lot
She says when I was a baby
I didn't cry, not for anything
Infact, I was loved by a lot of people
The gypsys, and a biker gang called Hell's Angels are a couple.........
My mom told me the leader of Hell's Angels even bought me my first car seat, and that he REALLY liked my mom.........I'd like to meet them one day...... To say thank you for everything...... They may remember..... :)
When I was first born, I had a crescent moon on my forehead....it went away a few hrs after birth
The gypsys used to tell my mom about me
Infact it was a gypsy that told my mom I would be born twice blessed and be a girl
My mom thought I was a boy, because I had my legs crossed and I covered my self, so no one could tell from a sonogram......I laugh to here that.....
But even after my life, it's hard to move on sometimes........
I sometimes think about why I'm here
I'm not always wanted
Hell, more people wish me dead than love me or even want me around
People tell me how ******* stupid and ******* I am........ I'm running out of the fake chearfulness to say thank you and smile at them
I swear, I don't belong much of anywhere........so I still wonder why I'm here, going through the ******* that I endure, and have endured for the past several years......I wonder *** I did wrong........ I just don't know.......
I'm just to tired to care anymore.........
  Jan 2015 Livingdeadgirl
Santiago
I write poetry
I speak a real story
Of honor & glory
If it hurts you
Do it only for you
Please don't read
If you only bleed
I'm not trying to hurt you
I'm just releasing
Very mind & heart pleasing
I do it for me
To aid my soul when it's cold
I want you to know
Cuz you think I want you low
I would take a bullet for you
Jump to death to protect you
Why? cuz when I say "I love you"
I truly mean every single letter
I want you for the better
So if it's best you don't read
My poetry I suggest
You leave it dead &
Take it out your head
Think ahead & Ignore me...
For your own good...
  Jan 2015 Livingdeadgirl
Steven Muir
I.
He carries a camera bag
now.
Photos in
black and white
not how the Yearbook wants them
but how he does.
He needs his own approval
now.

II.
He carries a vest
around his body,
something to make people stop and
guess
his gender
his name.
Ambiguous, a little
angry.

III.
He carries himself
as if he is going into war.
But he's proud
to go.

IV.
He carries himself
as the hero
he believes he
could still be.
Like I call it
A sign of a tired soul
The eyelids turn heavy,
And unable to function
Muscle does not contract
But do relax
And the head turns heavy still
You fall off the chair
Or your pen fall off your hand
And wakes you up
You ignite it up
Once again
But fails and fall again!
I call you ,
Wink wink
Go to bed and share your story
The next day!
Rest is worth a day full of concentration ,so if you mind your tommoro ,have enough rest.
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