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7.0k · Apr 2014
Wondering of the Future
Scott Veinland Apr 2014
Looking at the clock, I struggle

Despair floating like an eye floaty thing
Get the hell out of here

Like cheese, I age, the more so the more I smell like a ****** old guy like ******* quit buying clothes from Dillard's

Like an onion, I make people cry because my face resembles a donkey getting ***** by an eagle that's ice skating and juggling

All at the same time.

Stuck in my socioeconomic class
My mom is getting harassed
My brain cells are getting grassed

I hate communists.
4.2k · Apr 2014
Magnet High School is Cool
Scott Veinland Apr 2014
Right now

I am in a library with my English class


Hiding from my teacher


A worm

Hiding from an eagle

But what is my life to a worm's?

Worms enjoy call of duty just as much as any other American

Swaguespack counterattack my girl is black
4.0k · Sep 2013
Scott Veinland Sep 2013
Fueled by the very thing that destroys me

Motivated by a sinister cause

Driven by a physical addiction birthed from nothing except pure temptation
and the psychological need to please an older brother

I can't change

Fear of rejection
Fear of crave
Fear of failure

*"Carcinogens will **** you, but you won't even notice."
2.0k · Apr 2014
Scott Veinland Apr 2014

Such a simple thing
But so complicated

Does it add weight?
Or take it?

Sort of like bacteria
Is it good for us?
or bad?
920 · Sep 2013
Scott Veinland Sep 2013
I am 16

I hate relationships

I haven't had one in two years
I've been happy since
Girls are great

Anything I'd like
It's wonderful

Then comes Stephanie

She isn't nearly as hot as some of the girls I've hooked up with
Why must I like her

Why am I pulled to her

Why do I get shy around her
That has never been a problem
It's been three years since I've been shy

Then comes Stephanie

What do I do
I can't think
Can't study
Can't focus
On anything

Help me.

Save me from her

*"Happiness is the most insidious prison.."
901 · Sep 2013
Scott Veinland Sep 2013
Little is known about Graham
I see him everyday, yet, I know nothing about him
Nor does anyone else

He sits in a circle, the circle includes himself and stuffed animals
He sits there, in the yard of his beautiful house

Although he seems content, with his home and... friends...
I can't help but feel an aura of sadness around him
Why though?
He has it made! His parents were rich, he's never worked a day of his life for anything

I have heard rumors, however, that he's a nice man
and quite congenial
But how could anyone know that?
No one knows him!
People judge Graham based on what they see
And they see contentness
They walk by his home a glance over to a seemingly happy man
Surrounded by his stuffed animals, err, friends

Then why do I feel this aura of sadness around him?

Surely he knows they're not real...
That if he were to leave them, they wouldn't call for him to come back...
He must know that
He must...

But, there they are. Gathered in front of his perfect house
Happily chatting away, as if nothing is wrong

I'm sure one day he'll wake up and realize it
Realize that they're not real, the stuffed animals
are not real
That they don't care for him
That they can't care for him
All he needs
is to just
snap out of it...
and wake up

Hey guys! That was a poem that took me a long time to write, I know it's probably pretty bad, I'm only 16. But that poem was about me, how I'm surrounded by friends that aren't real friends, but they're there. It's true, I've never worked a day of my life for anything. Never worked to have friends, people just naturally like me I guess. But deep down I know im not who they think i am, that im not truly happy. Anyway, please leave feedback if you think i could've worded something better, anything is appreciated, I'm very new!
486 · Sep 2013
First Poem: Smoke
Scott Veinland Sep 2013
I'm in the best shape of my life
I smoke
I could out run you
I smoke
I could out think you
I smoke
What's the problem? Why mustn't I do it?
I'm told many times no
Yet I smoke

It grasps me from the moment it's lit
Pulls me into a new reality
The way I'd describe it is: Life, but better

I take my first step

Trippin' *****

I don't even think I'm able
To shimmy past the table
Without trippin' on cables
Me n Niles dyin'
Hunter's trippin *****
Hendrik lickin walls

Life, *but better
466 · Oct 2013
At the moment
Scott Veinland Oct 2013
At the moment I am nothing

Going through the motions, like I have been for years...

I loved you one moment ago
but at the moment
I feel nothing for anyone
Or anything

Life goes on.
But at a pace that is horribly slow.

*"Do what the **** makes you happy, cuz in the end, who's there? You."
465 · Oct 2013
What if I tried
Scott Veinland Oct 2013
It's a thought that boggles me.

My hopes
My dreams,
are not far away.

It would be tough,
but it'd be short.

I could go pro in soccer
If I tried.
I could make straight A's
if I tried.

I'm frequently presented with the opportunity to be successful, why don't I take them?

*"Anything worth it, will be hard.
Anything easy, won't be worth it."

— The End —