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rose14195  Mar 2014
Copy Cat
rose14195 Mar 2014
You say your original
No one like you
But then I see you with straightened hair and Uggs for shoes
You squeeze into a too small shirt
Your jeans are just as tight
You take off your glasses and get contacts
Does that seem right?
The next day I see you
Your look completely changed
Your hair is died black and your nails look the same
Since when did you wear nail polish?
This is not who you use to be
Now every time we talk
We talk about me
You say my hair would look good straightened
You tell me I should wear Uggs
You say my face would look better with make up
When I say no
You get an attitude
Because I am not a copy cat like you
I see your new friends the ones with the same shoes the same colored hair
They changed you do you care
And when did you start to swear
You are exactly like them now
Me I'm not
So I get pushed out of your best friends slot
You talk just like them
You all walk in a line
What did you think I wouldn't notice?
And act like its all fine
Snap out of it
You must be under a spell
I know you all to well
I'm not telling you to ditch them
You have new friends that fine
I’m just telling you to stop being a copycat
Its time
Not its past time but it's not expired
You need to get a grip because this is not right
This is not you
Its societies bite
It’s got a grip on you and it’s holding on tight
Stop being a copy cat be you
All you have to do is be yourself
I'm so tired of this
People dyeing
People crying all to get accepted being a copycat
Isn’t all that great
When you’re a copycat you don’t get everything as gold on a plat
To be a comply cat you cant be real
Because you feel like the it girl all the time
And its hard everyday when you have to act like you’re in a play but your not
This is real life stop living a lie
All you care about is shoes
Next it’s boos
Here comes the drugs and now you’re the person locked up
Then your rejected like a shoe that doesn’t fit
And the it girl doesn’t have it
She has no friends or so it seems
Because she can always come back to me
But you forgot that
Your forgot the lessons you learned from others
How your aunt had a kid at 14
How your sister just became mean
How your brother is hooked on drugs
And soon you will be too
It's like a loose tooth
You want it there and you don’t care if what’s next is better
Being a copycat is like a loose tooth
You need to let it fall out
Or that is what you will do
You will fall out of a great life planned for you
But I don't what you to fall I will hold on
But I’m not the strong
You need to snap out of it just like I said because
Now you wanna starve to death
Better yet you want me to too
That’s not how I roll
That’s not how I do
Because I am not a copy cat
Like you
to the hometown i hate,
i miss seeing the october sunrise while taking the train to school every morning
to the hometown i hate,
i miss being able to wear uggs, hats and scarves already at the end of september,
to the hometown i hate,
i miss being able to buy 90 cent face masks and my favorite protein bars at the drugstore 10 minutes away from me
to the hometown i hate,
i miss seeing the porsches and mercedes c-classes parked on the curbes of our sidewalks
to the hometown i hate,
i miss the quietness of my area
to the hometown i hate,
i miss being able to speak a language i know fluently, not worrying about the anxiety i get if i get into a complicated situation
to the hometown i hate,
i miss running in the quiet, clean, green forest next to us
to the hometown i hate,
i miss sleeping in my own bed, in the room i did not like
to the hometown i hate,
i miss being able to go to my fully-equipped kitchen and bake whenever i want to, which i complained was too small until i moved into my dorm
to the hometown i hate,
i miss you
Emily Tyler  May 2013
Those Girls
Emily Tyler May 2013
"Oh, hey Emily, will you be on our team?"

It was the very bad ending to a very bad day.

Three tests, forgotten homework, stuttered lines,
And this is what got me in the end.

Those girls,
The ones with the
Perfect long blonde beautiful hair
And the pencil skirts
And uggs,
The girls who even manage to make gym clothes look good.

We had lined up for
Captain ball
Which is really just
A mix of
Soccer and basketball.

And we had to line up,
Every inch of back touching the wall,
And the first seven people from each side would play, and then the next seven.

But of course
Those girls
The ones who can't bear to be
Seperated
For two minutes and forty-seven seconds
Had to have the perfect team.

No.
Just no.

I won't "be on your team."

There are no teams.
Agh this is a poem-like rant...
Jessie  Nov 2013
White Girl
Jessie Nov 2013
I am a white, Jewish girl from Florida.
Hit me.
Hit me with your white girl jokes,
Your Jewish American Princess stereotypes.
I will giggle and squeal right along with you.
Because yeah,
I do order white chocolate mocha frappuchinos from Starbucks,
I Instagram pictures of my nails,
I take selfies, whiten my teeth, straighten my hair,
Shop at Forever21 and drink Naked Juice like it is my job.
Yeah, my daddy buys me things,
I don’t pay for my data plan,
There’s no way in hell I would drive a sedan,
I wear Nike shorts and avoid any nearby cameraman,
And let me tell you, I love jamming out to old school Britney Spears.
Hit me one more time, because none of that means I am any less intelligent,
Any less diligent,
Any less likely to face judgment
Than any other slice of diversity around me –
I am a white, Jewish girl
My nose is not its own cartoon,
I eat bagels (but I absolutely hate lox),
I’m not tan or even the least bit tinted,
And god knows I don’t wear Uggs.
Tell me I need to get married young,
Major in business,
Wear clothes that leave me airless,
Get some of that European gracefulness,
But don’t tell me I’m dumb.
Don’t tell me I’m not thoughtful.
I’m a white girl.
Take a glance at my resourcefulness,
Understand my goals of being ambitious,
Get rid of your own stereotype-inducing cockiness,
And notice me in all of my flawlessness.
Because I am a white girl,
And I am unique, strong, inventive,
Empowered, passionate, adventurous,
Indomitable, unbeatable.
I am an individual –
Not part of some whole that you put me in to stabilize your mold,
Not the example of a societally scatterbrained ***** meant to be your centerfold,  
Not a previously worn-out piece of clothing thrown to the gutter unsold,
Rather a human being of my own rules and my own morals
A human being with ideas and intelligence and power,
A white, Jewish girl,
A person.
taylor kathleen Dec 2016
.   .   .
pumpkin spice and everything nice.
all the girls fall for your charm.
uggs click three times to go home.
a refreshing gulp of processed sugar
accompany a nicholas sparks novel
and future thunder thighs.
mugs full of wonder and spite.
380 calories to tighten those leggings.
smashing pumpkins for your pleasure,
extra large sweater please!
cream ****** dry from a tortured cow,
whipped senselessly to the brim.
our name scribbled onto your exterior,
pronunciation awfully wrong.
drip drop on the ruffle of your infinity scarf.
this grande drink will make you largo.
a pinch of nutmeg for satisfaction.
but first, let me take a selfie.
pumpkin spice and everything not so nice.
.   .   .
Some Person Jan 2015
Well I don't know if you saw me and passed on Coffee Meets Bagel a few days ago or not, but you look pretty adorable and sound interesting too, so I wanted to say hi either way! 4 weeks in Ireland sounds pretty great too - was that for work, or some other opportunity?

If you had to pick between only skiing or snowboarding for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

Hey! I do web work too...what do you do for the sports coverage website? No workaholism here haha, but I do work hard.

Where do you like to get ****** up on a Friday night?

Love the uggs on the one male stripper. Gotta get myself a pair.

Aww, you and your pup look like super good cuddle buddies. It's really hard to pick something to watch on Netflix...or Amazon Prime in my case. Watching anything good now?

What is there to get butthurt about on your profile really? Except for short guys, maybe. Oh, and gamers. I play games sometimes, but not excessively. What's the cooper tires thing you did?

6 pounds is tiny! What kind of dog is he, a yorkie or something?

Hey, hope you're having a good weekend. Kinda feels like a golf day today based on the way this last week has felt ha. Do you play a lot?

Hey, how are you liking the city and school so far? I went to an engineering school not too far away, you might have heard of it - ...

Sometimes it's hard to sum up our IT jobs in a few words, but nice job ha. A constant challenge and learning something new every day is what I like about mine!
Apparently I write more of these than poems.
Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
hidden love burning lights enough to light:
the planet's Southern Hills; men's daughters'
natural feelings thanks to laying hold of the skinny
town Monsters; taking them to The Temple of mankind's
paradise where the corporations bring their guns to look at the gypsy knowingly kissing ladies; Early on, in leather she leaves the      
public streets              to Jack, the plastic watching
the sheath of Flames beating her where she stands;
       **** in the sight of      garden torches hairy *****     reading plural Shadows takes center stage to stranger dawn ******;
  second as far as recalling the warm unseen older Jewish sweaty tongue
  of a       strange Hasid woman  on her knees;        caught happened moving lived beneath his weird clothes
he plays with his hairy    ***** w/out the skin,
leaving it to a teenage wearing to return
           literally telling Yellow Star Wide
                 speaking goddesses roll turns
because of the happy course leading to the party;
The Witch dying in    the opposite of bare bra thin knowledge;
        Mistress Eve found cut in half in the ***** Hills,               yeah, hey, you held longer bright point Midnight Asian queens
                       Mad Bar Beach Dr. Barbie orders UGGS, her thirty thin
             breaths dreaming    of her         daughters who still hold feelings
            for  the            monster town on      Temple Hill
Naturally            skinny she  lay giving           thanks in                   paradise
knowing how it      looked to       mankind's  ladies &       the       gypsy leaves |
[bring guns = corporate = kissing leather] |
                                            early public plastic street jack,  watch its ****
the garden stand;
Flames beat sight stranger takes hairy torches     to the    |            singular
                                                             reading;
Shadows center dawn ******' second calling
an warm unseen older tongue sweaty & strange
                     Jewish caught on her knees happened
removing her clothes to see her skin's red penalties;    
                                  when she lived w/ a  weird
|                     [literally a teenager telling her what to wear]
                                 return leaves start speaking wide roll |
because it turns the goddesses' party
into            a   witch dying, of course she's            happy leading the procession     in thin bare bra,                                                             ­                                              ||                                                               ­                                      |            |
                       Mistress opposite Eve half ***** cut, hey!
Hills knowledge yeah held Midnight Asian Queens
beach bar you order drugs mad bright
       thirty point spread           taking a  long breath &        dreaming
Anny Pansy Apr 2012
Paralyxzations of the worn spandex, still early
Pizza and beer on a comfy couch
And the crunchy old leaves
That decorate the walls of my house
Glimpses of nature in an urban world.
I think a bit, I feel my quads
As they burn with lactic acid pain
That never leaves an athlete in season.
The greasy cheeseboard and brown dried leaves
Reflect the feelings of sweat and drained
Emotions and motivations, sleep is near.
The night is young, but sleep is near.
Parties call to me with voices loud
Over my tired and disabled carcass
The incessant fight between body and mind begins

Why should I venture out into the world?
What is fun if it can come
Only through grinding my *** in someone’s crotch?
Shall I not find the comfort in my bed,
The warmth of blankets that smell like me, or else
The shared cup of tea with roommates and friends
Not the bedroom tussle with muscled men
I am whole within myself.
Climbing trees or dreaming of oceans
Running up hills and conquering waters
All are my fun; my life is full remembering
The past adventures with inebriation and indiscretions  
It is now time for soul and body to heal.

Men in the bars had their inhuman strength
To down the pitchers and pints of beer
Loud mouth ******* who seem so compelling
Move as kings among the tittering ******
Magnificent in their swarthy confidence
Until their blood alcohol level reaches a new high
Creating a beast without inhibitions
Till no doesn’t mean no, but an invitation to come
Shall my voice fail? Or shall it come to be
The voice of a victim? And shall my quads
Have the strength to run, or the foresight to
Begin in a place much friendlier than now
A part of the brain and a part of the heart
And next is the knowledge of things to come
Not the dulled senses of an exhausted drunk.

I say, “But Saturday is my only night
When morning practice is not imminent”
Parties are the basis for college fun; hence my wish
Together with people and dancing and drink
Shall I finally reach the effervescent image.
Although sleep is upon my weary bones,
The path of fun is clearly wrought with dangers, and love.
The triumph of conquest blows the ringing horns
Until my sparkled dress comes down from the hanger
And uggs are rejected for heels of blue
I cause boys to pile orders for beer and ***** tonics
On their max-out cards. I taste the metallic twang
Of future mistakes and regrets.
Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
The boy & the girl in the beautiful home of that ***** the stripper;
her sister studying music at school to get money
from the senses of             the prophetic elderly gentlemen standing
in line waiting to kiss her cheerleading to ruin the Christmas cruise
for the **** club strippers' Dreams of the original arena;
          machines receiving the cold eye of a rich rainbow
waiting for the genius of the smell of Icarus,   the sickness activity in the daughter's drawers powerfully drawn to the earth;    a picture of Christ in
                                                   his own language,
the birth of a letter,                           beginning with, as it were on the wall;
& the cops also loved the alchemy,   turning the robot on by sticking a Magic Marker in mom's scientific snooch of sand-grains that is Einstein's Favorite;
                         Up the breath while steam rises from the depths of Bettie;
Written with the **** of his star of the choir; 1 remember holding enough WINDS      of the daughters of:     The Ladies in the act of understanding which is born of the town of the Corporation's crazy                            |    |
Web flames; Empty Garden sexually kiss him, he watching the ****
buried in the Temple of the invisible monster playing with guns;
Only move the teeth from the center of the corner stood leather Mom.
Ode in the public streets; A reading from the bright lights of the plastic ground beef, Frenchman Paul to strike him on the            |         |        |      |
Appointing members until it receives the correct image of the burning of the Holy Christian bride; For the love ye bring the computer hidden in the morning,    Thank you because you felt the truth from its center;
Jack's shadow feeling disappointed w/ language used in the room
          & on his mantle he played w/ his cigar
          referring only to the Dawn Witch &
The course of the sheath thereof,  he living the life of the calling
     |            Street's thinly speaking in the  
plural;                    |                          |
pay­ing the penalties on her knees caught & led the return of Jews
on the eve of new brands & hot divas making      bigger moves in prison
as much as the knowledge of it is cut into the skin of a teenage ladyboy,
Silly twisting letter may eventually supply the madman w/ a  sports bra
World Wide ***** rolls from the other side where he held the skin of the dying half of the...; Hey.   He dismisses his naked body from the beach, of course, the mountains;    the barriers of the past to the Queen of the Night,
shining light of Asia,      of strange                          pigments you dream so
     that you stop searching,  because the entirety of
thee is to buy of him the spirit of life in thy spouse |                |        injury wearing the snow-clad on the one side the wall;
the top made w/ the fat of the bat,  and in brass,
                                            their hot toes
were taken to the torture chamber within;                Bobbie to the unknown
where the Devil is in the child's Playground
& the golden   letter is to the graceful flute;       Live Sounds like, she says drinking her friend's tea just to meet up
& falls asleep;
                         Gonna be a fool,      as the angel watching it walked past in socks
of the radio's broken glass on the table |             |        without remembering
Smoking Bettie's favorite food changing position to understand her
                                                          ****, ­           & down;
For one thing talking weapons buried forever
just to play football holding the pen at the right angle of light
to tell when the garden of physical fear &                    pain is in the Glory Hole & will know Maecenas     & keep the leather football stands
shaking the leaves of the country for someone
              who is an individual sport in addition
   to the hairy center of the sight of the flames,            prostitutes reading in the garden of the second light that is available by calling the new hot sweat,
&                        l       leaving the Beforetimes becomes of a kind of a judge getting her to remove all her clothing;           the fate of the tongue has been captured
&     was nearly time to leave it not under the A,      where, however,
it is not to return to the word of the image, the star,      turning round
to see the teenager's divination;         or because it is the book of the goddess
to die in favor of it, asking to speak,                      of the blessed leading part;
in the course of her naked beauty,          1 took hold of the middle band
of the night watch of the night of the one side of the city of knowledge,
and cut off from the side the pain of Asia,
feeding the drug habit of the Queen,   |  |          opposite your peace of mind,
1 will=1 will show it to you in the Medicine Chest's Mirror; |            |   her chest measuring 30",        & God is a Spirit on the beach where he dreamed
a dream,     & there was neither made nor when,        when we have already
set the bar so high ...                                                     he has been approved        |         &         | | | you say they will **** us that love us; surely,
you are mad; raging waves,                                                    & the daughter
  bearing in mind the company of the mistresses
of his friends,                                                     to treat them w/ the weapon
of light from the garden's right hand
in the Desert;             there he became aware of them
as they moved;       miracles performed by the laying
on of the hands of St. Thomas having been withdrawn
               from the fire of the glory of the ascertained
sentiments;        the monster w/ the body of the Earth
&  the hairy crowns of them that walk on in the sand;
Already? A stranger from the sand of the watch,
               at his side his wife because he was righteous;
     In the midst of her **** was the respect for persons;
                In the law of the sight of a man standing
in the doorway when we are changing, our being
in warm weather the Harlots are given rewards for the
                                few seconds it takes to give off heat;
                                          which is their own unique brand of light;
                           that is, the sultry example, hot, & that
the caller would not say;     |         so that a new 1 starts
where people rebuild the old women           |
Please,  speaking to his clothes,              he lived on the
Avenue captured,     |   insufficient Southern bright love
mountain town solves the World's Children of their debtors benefit
from the gesture Dragon Soul Temple-producing guns like Gloria
knew of the women's kiss | Women naked women's faces, friends, poets and the *****'s mother died; the daylight is a donkey dung and young Americans from the left side of a major party of snooch lukewarm & innovative in Green Tights the queen of the college finds a poetic beauty, in the golden age of life, she is polluted by old money &  working hard in Hell; the powerful stars w/in stars thought the poet's death w/ ****** ***** six big [                     ] answers by saying that it is in the skin,
the heavenly will, however, along with Greek all into the state of nature,
but in all truth causes the wildcat of the three stars of the yellow color
of a scarlet color of the color of the walls variously unworthy of the son
of Medusa; they feel the fear of the mouth hole in this little work;     Pre-K mother being gay, which is going to open his mouth and the Barbie [Yech] leaving my sweet ******, the French Association for Friendship running
into the depths of the Russian's brains into another's writing;  
& in the Book of John,         it's raining girls dancing on fire
in the perfect open window to the best version filled w/ a false tongue;
the most detestable secret for a revolution on behalf of the guy's feet &
he fought off wild dogs to play w/ the men who are of the modern age, O
                             Lord, a voice came from the other side of the mirror
                                      of the hexameter that he should eat out the sea,
                                    wherein all things are & may be seen as the 500  
                                    gifts of all that are & it would not be the nations
who are on the ground     from the power of the daughter of the breech;
he wrote the images and it is in your lap,         she bore them,
& the cops began to love us; Wall Street alchemy, the sitting duck;                            During the knowledge of mom's back
   on the beloved robot is to a tree grains of sand
                       that are heard,                  no more,
Mary Einstein's is what is bad in the sacred overreaching culture covered
w/ fat;      every hair on her head numbered     & heating the walls w/ the air,        
                                                 ringers,                         Park is the enemy
in great pain & 1 could see the words,  
& so turn to win the child unknown,
occurs in a living bobble head to meet the Muses,      1 peg and the voice of socks, can not be so stupid,                                   they live peacefully at that,
but they walk not,              have not changed a lot in the mirror of the tablet
was placed in the vapor of smoke:                    1 remembered it to the angel
of light in which the act of understanding
                          of the grace of the motion of the spirit & the rest of the fire,
& broken in two the Top Bettie;           which you may fear going on until it becomes the monster w/ some sweetness intact;       1 saw a man who knew honor's skirt Kissing her skincare agents similar to the part of the street
                  covered w/ leaves;
                  Maecenas' soccer mom's makeup applied poorly;
                                 [Numbers intact,   the flaming shadow],
       which is so rare it takes flames to illuminate the poetry
in the garden,                                 so much so, that is to say,  
after hot pants went the way of the world,  more than most birth fates
on the move,               they should win w/ a tail the destruction of the one language      in the morning, wearing leather leaves to in public,   Marcus playing soccer,    watching as the back of the flames beat the stands &
he looks at the garden torches            & secretly reads off the numbers
of Shadows taking center  & living in a lighted *******'s house paid according to how much they call a hot time for the show from the old
to the sweaty tongued guest on her lap & unstable,            caught behind the second movement under-brained [NCAA:  
White dragon skin returns home without the teenager wearing the goddess' tiara], strictly speaking,                              a yellow star in the late speaking
Barbie has a watch that keeps the spirit & the number of Infinity
thirty below- - she slips on her Uggs        & engages weirdly w/ the letter,
which to say pushing to her knees;                     of the changes to the skin;
of the *****,            about his wife,                   |                 thin, ugly witch,
a teenager's greater nakedness;    | Rolling witch
the course of the stars,  leaving us the goddesses
we have named for his wife Eve but the intervention
of death,    a lady to be happy in that contrary | |
The Holy Spirit moving              a step apart
In dance,  falling on the public temple drought lover
Southern girls kissing a skinny plastic man;
That is natural to God,                  thank you,
                        Invisible to me in my garden,
              incorporating flames
       when they had known        |       |           the mind of the glory
of                    Jack sleeping in the open,          reading the seal &
revealing the vision,                          in the shadow of the woman
her maturity delayed;                        The stranger in the street &
watching;            |                      The girls of light harlots,
                                                  are as strong as the others;
             But they can be destroyed by fire
on other sweaty external nights,
          2 Jews said they weighed
                                   much more
              Then the motion taken down;
talking to a teenager or a divine;
                   According to the man instructed
          in   only in the garment of his skin;
The boy returning to the fate of the skin
Starting to use the *****;   given to him
                                      long & thin;
Then he turns to leave,   The Witch
****               heating the test; parts
           Put to death in the mountains;
Felix, in the powders of the cut back
by the half-naked,               |     is to go to the games;
All wings of the new city
                            that will bear the child's name Eve;
yeah, while holding hostage
                   the three Queens;
waste of Asia,  where the beach is not the first time or place
                                                           accused are the objects;
the demonstration coming           down         out of the cloud,                    
so that what is
                   One is the extreme              but Jerusalem,                                       shall
We begin dreaming
to the Queen of the mountains of Bela the bare-assed
naked; birthday-suited, propagandized and enlightened
by the knowledge of the middle band of the shore
         but the mad one of Asia is bound toward *****
to receive this; there is no spirit at the feet of the kind
      of medicine that is cover for the prey,                     to you and 1
have 1 & 1 will start dreaming about you, | |                     his wife
Wuji  Apr 2012
Copies
Wuji Apr 2012
Printer sits in space,
Someone hit print to much.
Copies of people spew out,
True people loose touch.

Put on your North Face,
Slip on your UGGs.
Flirt with every ******* person,
Make fun of what you call bugs.

Coolest kid right?
Makes fun of those he doesn't get.
Threatens with violent words,
He'll get his way I bet.

A copy of a copy,
Popular in a house of mirrors.
Showing feelings isn't cool,
Mock the pioneers.  

Hate those copies,
Want them erased.
I'll go and break the printer,
That produces them in space.
I am not a copy.

— The End —