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Roxanne Pepin Sep 2010
Don’t ask someone to try and then give up,
Be done with the lies and ‘fess up,
I’m not ******, I’m torn up,
My heart’s not shattered, it’s ripped up,
It didn’t fall to the ground, it got picked up,
It’s only lucky if it’s head’s up,
This isn’t a poem, it’s a write up,
Don’t be a coward, stand up,
Open your ears and listen up,
This is life, no matter how ****** up.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
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Roxanne Pepin Sep 2010
Introducing the subconscious
Where the ideas lie
And the person differs
From the abnormal.
A contrast with the formal
Unbeknownst to anyone credential
Live high and mighty
Get through the fighting
Nothing lies above
Nothing lies beneath
Introducing the subconscious
Where the ideas lie.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
www.r0013.wordpress.com
Roxanne Pepin Aug 2010
I miss you,
Though you who is reading this,
Are probably not him,
Notwithstanding that you may think you are,
You likely are not.
For all that,
If you actually are him,
You do, in all honesty,
Know it is you I speak of.
And you begin to doubt yourself.
It is twelvethirty at night, which makes this
St-Patrick's day
Though it's not morning until I wake up.
I'll wear green everyday.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin Aug 2010
Being less than nothing to someone
Means being more than everything.
If they have to think that hard
To hate you that much,
To have such an intense dislike
There has to be some passion there,
You don't forget the ones you hate.
© Roxanne Pepin
Roxanne Pepin Aug 2010
I'll tell you halfheartedly, that I love you.
Sooner or later you'll understand the "No Trespassing" sign outside my door.
Look out from my window,
You're guaranteed to seek absolution,
Desperation is contagious,
Though somehow I'm immune.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin Aug 2010
Struggling like a caged parakeet to find your way in this world,
-- Or out of this world?
You have no concept of confinement, are ignorant to its terms.
No realization that there is nothing else.
The struggle is useless.
This feeling of depression and anxiety quickens your pulse.
Until -- at last -- you reach your goal.
This, somehow, makes me wonder what hell must be like.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin Aug 2010
You don't choose according to the majority.
You choose to make the majority.
You choose to say ******* when someone tells you what you should do.
You choose to make your own choices.

I'm fluent in silence,
I'm also fluent in french and english,
And not afraid to tell you what I think.
Though sometimes no words are the best words.

Be the alfa male.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
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