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it's ok May 2014
It's so strange,
How I get so happy with
hundreds of people that I don't know
seeing the core of my thoughts
It's so very strange, because I'm so very shy
and if it was to be in the flesh
or on a stage
I'd be shaking
and trying to not let it show
but I don't see what's wrong when
about a thousand people see my thoughts
Arcassin B May 2014
by Arcassin B


Leave Your troubles behind,
there was once a fair share,
full of your heart and mine,
it was silver divine,
a fire ball in my eyes,
glad i met you ,
in disguise,
too proud to beg,
dry your eyes,
dont make me seem surprised,
while im in disguise,

she puts the L,
in love,
cuts just like a knife,
but see she makes it feel alright,
make you bleed without cutting ya,
thats a final strike,
has it even occurred to me,
that your friends were dikes,
has it even bothered,
that your dad fights with you at night,
about me,
hoping that you see this quite,
bad at your expense,
maybe it will come back,
just like suspense.
dont worry about me.
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it's ok May 2014
The stars were once so friendly,
dancing with the moon to radiate on each
satellite, plant, galaxy solar system
The stars were once so bright,
But that was before they saw a bitter life form
And they dimmed a little
They met the city lights, and saw they were
least important with such beauty,
A planet with stars of it's own,
which lead the stars to dim enough
But then the far away suns noticed
Hatred, and the beloved planets
not being taken care of,
water sources being drained,
Fake satellites being place all over,
The forbidden moon having
Earth's stolen elements stabbed into
Planets hid, and now
All the stars are all a dot to twinkle
Still holding onto that last piece of illumination
and lately, the moon seemed a little dimmer
How many times
How will you write
About a glorious light
It's mighty bright
When will you realize
it's worse off than you
                                        Let me be when I stargaze
            The sky will look back at me and reminiscence
There is a picture of me.
Next to the word "unraveled" in the dictionary.
Dad likes to remind me.
Mom likes to confer.
I set goals to high.
I don't fit my own standards
I think I have found
The spark needed to ignite
The dead flame in me
Ever since high school began, I mostly thrived on the side-lines (with torment from a handful of boys and girls alike) and kept myself low. Now that I'm approaching senior year -- I may or may not be too late -- I have rekindled a motivation in me that was put out some time toward the end of elementary school.
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